<?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-30066821079701486</id><updated>2012-02-01T21:37:13.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nab</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>655</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-9145201270404494964</id><published>2012-02-01T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T21:37:13.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleh</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've been working and going to school. It seems crazy rushing from one place to another. My schedule has been a frenzy. I really hope Feb will be a better month because our prelims are in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I are currently attending a kayaking course called Level 1. Instead of feeling like a little kid, I feel more adult. Maybe because it's a coaching course. Rescuing is a challenge for some of us. But hopefully after learning the proper technique we might be able to execute it. I'm so worried..............dotzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, at JBAC, after see-saw-ing the kayak, ants as big as my thumbnail started to escape from the cockpit. Some managed to go on my shirt. DISGUSTING I TELL YOU! I FEEL LIKE STRIPPING AND KILLING ALL THOSE ANTS! But, being me, as usual, I kelp calm. K bluff. I was squirming lor. Eeyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm done reading Shopaholic Goes Abroad. I love it! I want to be like Becky without the financial problem. Very fashionable and witty. Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we will be playing in another competition. See how it goes. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO WORRIED LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-9145201270404494964?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/9145201270404494964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=9145201270404494964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/9145201270404494964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/9145201270404494964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2012/02/bleh.html' title='Bleh'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-2172688086809923589</id><published>2012-01-15T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T14:13:04.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake Tan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hello. This week was crazy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Monday went to work at JBAC, drove the leafy boat. Its called leafy boat because it used to be filled up with dried leaves. The engine worked at first but spoilt at the end of the day. It's not me ok. It's the engine. It's old!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On Wednesday..WE WENT TO TANJUNG LEMAN LA SIOL! See? See? I'm beginning to type like a minah. At first, I had a foreboding feeling about this trip. Thought it was gg to be boring as compared to the first time we went. BUT, IT TURNED OUT TO BE MORE FUN LA SIOL! See? See? Minah moment again. First day, we visited the fruit farm. I wore my new New Balance shoes and dirtied it. Its ok. Looks better now ya know. I think we visited the place when we were in primary 6. I remember learning how to bag the fruits and harvest it. Then we went to the place where the mentally disabled stay. It was a heartwarming experience looking at them being happy to see us. They waved and welcomed us. I can see it through their eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; One of them talked to me. She asked if I'm Siti, and asked if I am an "Ah Neh". I replied her that I am Nab and that I am a Malay. She told me her age and after that conversation, I don't understand what she was saying. They were really friendly. The old folks home, one uncle used his hands and "shoot" me. I dont know why. He "bang bang" me siol. Haha. Young boy's mind in an old man's body I guess. Another uncle was tearing up, maybe he was touched that we came. The kids were there to decorate the place to make it more lively since the festive season is around the corner. They also gave them the fruits they got from the fruit farm. So nice of them right. Fortunate kids, hope they really learn from what they saw there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On Thursday and Friday, the WATER SPECIALIST, which means US, worked! The waves at Tanjung Leman seemed the same, but rougher, plus the strong wind and slight drizzle. All of us were to 'kiddy ride' the kids on a double open deck kayak. Instructor behind, one kid in front. I tell you, it was so satisfying to see the kids happy faces after the ride and when they thanked you and tell their friends of their experience. But I always feel guilty after every capsize. The kids were so brave, even though they capsized, they still can smile and tell me it was fun! Actually, capsizing is fun la. Being under the boat and all. Drinking salt water. Haha. I swear each one of us got better at steering the kayak after all those rides with the kids. The speed we went along the waves, I really dont know how to describe, it's better than roller coaster la. Haha. Just that, you are the one controlling the kayak. Small mistake and you capsize!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; I learned how to assure the kids who were scared. Imagine kayaking and you see a wall of waves in front of you. The kids screamed, but I told them it's ok and that we are all here to save them! (Actually, during the very first time I went, I screamed together with the kid who were with me, both of us were so scared, but knowing that I was the instructor, I calmed down and everything went alright!) Some kids were too light their butt lifted up, as in their whole body were lifted when they hit the waves. Cooool right. And usually they giggled. Ok, I am generalising. Most giggled, some turned around and looked at me as if asking me, "are we really gg to go up further?" So cute. Really, so shiok.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And YESTERDAY! i went to school. got corporate finance class. AFTER THAT, HAZ RURU AND I WENT TO SEE FOSTER THE PEOPLE LA SIOL! WE STOMPED ON PEOPLE'S FEET, JUMPED AROUND LIKE KIDS. but seriously, at some point of time, i felt that i am too old for all of these. BUT ITS OK! WHO CARES RIGHT AS LONG AS YOU CAN SEE THEM PERFORM LIVE! WE GOT TO THE SECOND ROW YA KNOW! but none of us brought a proper camera. BUT STILL, WE MANAGED TO MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH HIM. Haha. Perasan la pulak. Ok. Enough. BYES! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Ls3Oenjz_Q/TxJi7jZwcPI/AAAAAAAABis/3YoFc1j85M8/s320/WP_000326.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;CRAB&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cxKUp9rOGIc/TxJioMSZbYI/AAAAAAAABik/ltqj5UAvHGI/s1600/WP_000334.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cxKUp9rOGIc/TxJioMSZbYI/AAAAAAAABik/ltqj5UAvHGI/s320/WP_000334.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;FOSFTER THE PEOPLE!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8slLXLlJHDA/TxJjAw3QA1I/AAAAAAAABi0/tU3j4803zPU/s1600/WP_000332.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8slLXLlJHDA/TxJjAw3QA1I/AAAAAAAABi0/tU3j4803zPU/s320/WP_000332.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;SHE SELL SEASHELL BY THE SEASHORE THE SHELL SHE SELLS ARE SURELY SEASHELLS SO IF SHE SELLS SHELL BY THE SEASHORE I AM SURE THE SHELL THAT SHE SELLS ARE SEASHORE SHELLS!!!!! SHHHHHHUT UP!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-2172688086809923589?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/2172688086809923589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=2172688086809923589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/2172688086809923589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/2172688086809923589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2012/01/fake-tan.html' title='Fake Tan'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Ls3Oenjz_Q/TxJi7jZwcPI/AAAAAAAABis/3YoFc1j85M8/s72-c/WP_000326.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-1600645579216665934</id><published>2012-01-04T00:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T00:23:07.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year!</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already 2012. On new year's day, my friend and I went to learn how to use the 'Playboat'. What is playboat? Its doing some stunts in a small boat, using a same-feathered paddle. It's so cool! We learnt how to double pump, do a clean spin bow stall and stern stall. Doing a clean spin makes you look possessed. Imagine sitting on a boat and rocking your body either clockwise or anti-clockwise to turn the boat. It looks funny. But when we accomplished it, it feels gooood. I think girls need to turn more rounds to complete a turn. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double pump makes you look like a mermaid trying to get away from a net. I dont know why, but to me, it looks like it. Haha. It's so tiring to do that. Bow-stall can be done only after 3 years of training as mentioned by the coach. I want to practice bow stall! As for stern stall....haha. That's my favourite move because I can almost get it thanks to canoe polo. Its like the advance stern dip. So its simpler to do! I strongly recommend people playing canoe polo to learn playboat. Its so fun and cool! Can do flips on the boat and all. Im sure they can learn much faster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the start of the playboat, we were required to do a roll to get us familiar with the boat. And guess who ejected out of the boat? Haha. Me! Haiz. Tried paddle roll and cant come out after trying 3 times. But its ok man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day of new year, the SIM junior girls went to play their first competition. Not bad siol! Considering that they only played for a few months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, just now, I went to work at JBAC. The engine's cooling water was not working and after anchoring the boat, I saw a lizard staring at me. Lucky no man overboard. Whatever la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, this weekend, The Water Kutus are supposed to play in the opens category in NTU. But now, I dont know if its going to happen or not. I really hope we can play together. But whatever happens, all I can do is let it be. Lesson learnt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/whvMCyfppYc" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stern stall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-1600645579216665934?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/1600645579216665934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=1600645579216665934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/1600645579216665934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/1600645579216665934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year.html' title='New Year!'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/whvMCyfppYc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-7547427606163488931</id><published>2011-12-31T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T12:13:26.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day!</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the last day of 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a great year this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to have a family by side, going through my ups and downs together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to have friends who were with me throughout the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy I got to experience something I never experienced before. Like breaking of a finger, breaking down of train, of me breaking into pieces when I got back my results and not being able to watch the first hour of Breaking dawn due to the breakdown of train. I didnt get to see Bella and Edward walk down the aisle or listen to Christina Perri's "A thousand years". Its ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope 2012 will be a better year for everyone! I am so looking-forward to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-7547427606163488931?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/7547427606163488931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=7547427606163488931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/7547427606163488931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/7547427606163488931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-day.html' title='Last day!'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-987605723923861747</id><published>2011-12-13T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T22:31:55.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A THOUSAND YEARS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e370f1c386d6b210" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De370f1c386d6b210%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331269448%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F3622D280E72C769BCBD7BD47910E910EBDCE15.43B6F38406ED17B3D3113316E5A216D5F4BB5C09%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De370f1c386d6b210%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DO3wMdmm5JfnX0DTa3W1B8B-5_to&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De370f1c386d6b210%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331269448%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F3622D280E72C769BCBD7BD47910E910EBDCE15.43B6F38406ED17B3D3113316E5A216D5F4BB5C09%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De370f1c386d6b210%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DO3wMdmm5JfnX0DTa3W1B8B-5_to&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Due to a high demand from my fans to update my blog, here I am! With a video! It's another Christina Perri cover! With my friend, Fadhil, who is now serving the nation. All the best in NS! He is a good singer and a good friend. In the original song, during the chorus, there is a guy singing with Christina Perri with a monotonous voice. Since I am naturally like that, Fadhil allowed me to sing along with him! Haha. "I have died everyday, waaaaiting for you." Video is not so clear. We actually used 2 cameras. The main camera is Fadhil's and the edited video is with him. So, this is the raw video! Too bad you cant see our faces! k.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Back to my obsession with Christina Perri. Being me, I don't really like slow sentimental songs. But, after listening to her, my heart opens up and I begin to accept and appreciate these kind of songs. Mostly Christina Perri's songs. She's so cool. Her voice so husky. Her bassist also another one. Cool keper. I want to be like them. Typing about cool, we watched a few performances by Claire and Zsa at The Concourse at Esplanade. These 2 women also cool. Cool cool cool. My adjectives not strong ar. Need to brush up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So...whats there to update about me? I have been eating pizzas. 3 weeks ago, Skinny Pizza with members, last last week, Peperoni's with ODAC, last week, Pizza Hut with Fadhil and Ryan. Dominos next week anyone? Haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;New Year in a few weeks!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Did I update that I'm going to play a competition with a team called The Water Kutus? Well, I just did! We didn't really train much together. One member backed out. And my best friend(whom I am about to disown&amp;nbsp; and I don't know what to do in this kind of situation someone please help me talk some sense to my best friend before I really disown her and to my best friend, if you are reading this please do some self-reflection, thanks for reading whatever is inside the bracket) told me that she might be taking level one during that period, I really have no comment.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Whatever. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;OH, YOU KNOW WHAT? OVER THE WEEKENDS, I DID A MISTAKE. I COULDN'T TELL THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN SATURDAY AND SUNDAY WHICH CAUSED SOME INTERNAL PROBLEMS WITH THE SOCIETY I AM IN. I FELT SO REGRETFUL TO KNOW THAT I AM THAT CARELESS. Lesson learnt: Always read test messages when I am alone, and when my mind is peaceful. So many things happening and I can't handle it. I need a handlebar. K no link.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TEo-Xh3jwMw/TudXV71RBUI/AAAAAAAABiM/J9aa7QF9prM/s1600/WP_000273.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TEo-Xh3jwMw/TudXV71RBUI/AAAAAAAABiM/J9aa7QF9prM/s320/WP_000273.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We wrote on the ball! To our friendship! This is Ryan's handwriting. He taught us the basic dance step to ChaCha. 1,2 cha cha cha. I want Gongcha!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oA-SXNkGxJU/TudXc7xcKJI/AAAAAAAABiU/we1-DeTBwnE/s1600/WP_000274.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oA-SXNkGxJU/TudXc7xcKJI/AAAAAAAABiU/we1-DeTBwnE/s320/WP_000274.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My handwiting. Nice right. Best friends forever? Haha. Everyone is my best friend ok. Jangan jealous..Hahaha. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f6j-zO6QA-0/TudXkxsnMoI/AAAAAAAABic/9VS57R0Wp-A/s1600/WP_000279.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f6j-zO6QA-0/TudXkxsnMoI/AAAAAAAABic/9VS57R0Wp-A/s320/WP_000279.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This one really. Need spell-check. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;That's all. Will update next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-987605723923861747?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/987605723923861747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=987605723923861747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/987605723923861747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/987605723923861747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/12/thousand-years.html' title='A THOUSAND YEARS!'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TEo-Xh3jwMw/TudXV71RBUI/AAAAAAAABiM/J9aa7QF9prM/s72-c/WP_000273.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-3745071550564372267</id><published>2011-11-30T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T11:19:27.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of November before December, I hate cucumber, do you remember?</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still here. Not to worry. Don't report me missing. Don't send me flowers. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was 'scolded' by a friend! OMG. I want to cry. But it's ok. It's for my own good. K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those out there who are still alive and kicking, please stay healthy, be happy and live like you are dying. I mean, enjoy, not lie down on the road and pretend to die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-3745071550564372267?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/3745071550564372267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=3745071550564372267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/3745071550564372267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/3745071550564372267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/11/last-day-of-november-before-december-i.html' title='Last day of November before December, I hate cucumber, do you remember?'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-8460619090490995241</id><published>2011-10-28T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T14:41:23.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happening siol</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's update in point form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Kayaked from Sembawang to the west of Pulau Ubin with the Zealous Kayakers. Cool name keper. We saw a tangled snake. Paddled with this cute boy who fell asleep on the kayak. So cute la!&lt;br /&gt;Monday and Tuesday: Worked at Jbac. &lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Cycled at Pulau Ubin. Dangerous like F(x) Pinocchio. Chare chare cha. Tare tare taaa. You know anot? Im quoting a song from this girl band called F(x).&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Kayaked at Jbac. More like training la. Learnt the proper way to do paddle roll. And got some tips from the pro. Haha. She even got her signature move! So cool la! Maybe I shall try. Haha. *get ball, capsize, eject out* MY SIGNATURE MOVE! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Friday: MM class. Can die. Lost. And here I am suppose to be studying but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, we'll be going to a place called Tanjung Leman! Wheeee. K bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to Nadzirah for her Os.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-8460619090490995241?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/8460619090490995241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=8460619090490995241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/8460619090490995241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/8460619090490995241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/10/happening-siol.html' title='happening siol'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-9018118328334064567</id><published>2011-10-12T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T00:13:19.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>October will be gone like September.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bh-OFiB6L9s" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f39f6401b8813ec7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df39f6401b8813ec7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331269448%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D43DC9D4DC00CD6A425F4ACFC6A17948FA68ED76D.73F66C60E7CD92670AEABF7189BFD09CB1D50AB5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df39f6401b8813ec7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Da4ZCrZM6MZRJSazglHDz-Us5IxU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df39f6401b8813ec7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331269448%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D43DC9D4DC00CD6A425F4ACFC6A17948FA68ED76D.73F66C60E7CD92670AEABF7189BFD09CB1D50AB5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df39f6401b8813ec7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Da4ZCrZM6MZRJSazglHDz-Us5IxU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upstairs is a video of me trying to copy Zee Avi again. The book of Morris Johnson. Copycat, kiss the rat go home let your mother slap! I've been listening to this song almost everyday. This song must be a must to start of the day to set the right mood. I figured out the riff, but then, it doesnt sound similar. Haha. So I didnt play it. Embarrassing ar. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's life? The same. Work, school. It's been a month since I went water training. I think I forgot how to enter a kayak already. How ar? I think I also forgot what is Pandan Reservoir. Is it a loaf of bread? Or a main dish? Kk. Enough. Nonsense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now Wandin and I crashed Macro lecture. It feels so good to hear the lecturer's voice again. At least she makes more sense the the current one. We are more engaged in the lecture. Unlike the other one, we kept on stoning. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! My cousin got married! Not only her, my friends too. Congratulations! Finally they are all married happily. I feel so happy for them. My mum also. She almost lost my camera! But together we lived happily ever after. Except for Nab, who is still in the quest of finding her true love. Hahahahha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r8UPVAgLDUE/TpRoJwRNauI/AAAAAAAABhE/KcWzFfcBJy0/s1600/DSC08886.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r8UPVAgLDUE/TpRoJwRNauI/AAAAAAAABhE/KcWzFfcBJy0/s320/DSC08886.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ruru and I. So happy!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n13a2J0g6Vw/TpRo0qfpt0I/AAAAAAAABhU/FSmVGfOq9Kc/s1600/DSC08877.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n13a2J0g6Vw/TpRo0qfpt0I/AAAAAAAABhU/FSmVGfOq9Kc/s320/DSC08877.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty cousin and handsome cousin in law. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ay8jJhdDG8/TpRoiT_mQfI/AAAAAAAABhM/sz3cR9pJQVU/s1600/DSC08899.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ay8jJhdDG8/TpRoiT_mQfI/AAAAAAAABhM/sz3cR9pJQVU/s320/DSC08899.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look who's leading! (Hint: The owner of this blog)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Oh! (part2) We ran 10km in the nike run. But, my friend and I walked. Haha. Claustrophobic. Many people wearing the same colour doing the same motion. You know? Our timing is 1h 40mins. hahaha. Long keper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-9018118328334064567?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/9018118328334064567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=9018118328334064567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/9018118328334064567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/9018118328334064567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/10/october-will-be-gone-like-september.html' title='October will be gone like September.'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bh-OFiB6L9s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-7499061487454404091</id><published>2011-09-25T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T22:57:19.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me again.</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I kayaked from Sembawang to Changi and Changi to Sembawang with PA Water Venture people. A total of 37km. Actually, we kayaked longer lor. Imagine running that distance. I think I will die. First day, we reported late. Someone cant find her booties. Haha. When we arrived at the meeting point, everyone looked ready. All geared up. Except us. Haha. We kayaked about 6hours. Saw fishes flying, birds swimming. Aeroplane on the water, kayak in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made friends by banging into each other's kayaks. Haha. Splash water here and there. Quite fun la. The people are the happy people. Really happy one. Friendly one. Ask them anything and they will answer you. Logical or not, they will still answer. Haha. Best part is always at the Y channel where the water is more choppy. Plus the wind and the bumboat's waves. Shiok. Fun = Water splashing at the front person as we ride the wave. Not fun = Back person having to bail the water out. Throughout this expedition, we were in doubles kayak, my friend in front, I'm at the back. Because I'm heavier. So, my view is always my friend's back. And if the wind is blowing towards the right side, every stroke she takes, water will splash into my face. Haha. It's ok. Hahahaha. Sometimes I can just stop paddling without her knowing and add on resistance by placing both hands in the water. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we had bbq. At this time, we cant recognise anyone because they were dry and not wearing a cap or anything that cover their faces. So its like a re-introduction. Haha. There's this lady who bbq most of the food. I think she did well. Because, I ate them all and I like it! Hahaha. Perangai budak gemok(fat kid attitude). The highlight has got to be the baked potatoes with butter. I know. Fat liao. But who cares. Good food belongs in the stomach. And we had dessert after that. Haha. Enjoyszx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I typed too much. Nevermind. Keep on typing. We slept on our sleeping bag instead of inside it. Too warm la. End up got bitten by the mosquitoes. Eat potatoes got bitten by mosquitoes. Then the wart on my toe so pain. Kena my toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day. The same as first day. Except we were against the current. Oh. I cant believe they actually spread the bread for us! Yummy. So kayaking still the same. Except that I did bailing of water more often. Thanks to my friend who enjoys sprinting into the big waves. Haha. Also. We tried to do roll in doubles. But failed. One day, we will achieve it! We ALMOST come up in our first try la. Haha. Resulted in red eyes. Like that lor. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-7499061487454404091?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/7499061487454404091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=7499061487454404091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/7499061487454404091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/7499061487454404091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/09/me-again.html' title='me again.'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-7027659706388393050</id><published>2011-09-23T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T01:47:11.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was the first day of school just now. Nothing new. I was late, it was raining, missed a few buses due to the overwhelming number of students, no seats in the lecture room, had to squeeze in the middle to get a seat, copied notes, no foolscap paper, found out my sister took away my eraser, canceled and scribbled on my notes. The module is called mathematics management and we did set theory. Reminds me of our first lesson in Additional Maths when we were in secondary 3. I still remember what a complement means. Now that I'm taking maths after 4 years of not touching it, I feel revived. Like Voldemort only. Should have joined engineering or something and do more maths. Haha. But like what J.Lo said in the song I'm into You, "It's too late, it's too late". K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only the first lesson. Who knows I might hate maths in the subsequent lectures. Haha. It's too late. It's too late. Uh huh. I miss doing A Maths with Haz and Zyon. I miss my A Maths notebook. I remember we had 2. I threw both away thinking I wont be in touch with maths ever again. But I was wrong. It's too late. It's too late. It's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, went Bugis with member. Wanted to eat at this place called caramel cafe, but it was closed. Why? Because, it's too late, it's too late. Haha. So we ended up eating at a vegetarian restaurant selling fake meat called Roma Deli at Shaw Tower. Food was ok. But member didnt finish her food. Haha. Sausage melted in our mouths. Nice meh? I dont think I will recommend that place to anyone. 2NE1 eh eh eh eh eh eh eh 2NE1! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I ate alot lately. Yesterday we ate the whole pot of my mum's rendang. Haha. Should I run before going to school tomoz? See how la. Lazy siol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are pictures. Duh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQNFLJjQFEI/TntuSZEtj0I/AAAAAAAABgs/_wMOIsvBavw/s1600/DSC08776.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQNFLJjQFEI/TntuSZEtj0I/AAAAAAAABgs/_wMOIsvBavw/s320/DSC08776.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Wanted&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ac4pnACzwE/TntvWxyiifI/AAAAAAAABgw/AGPR5-yStNo/s1600/DSC08784.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ac4pnACzwE/TntvWxyiifI/AAAAAAAABgw/AGPR5-yStNo/s320/DSC08784.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Siva&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-89xUpx2Y2mI/TntvpMSEnXI/AAAAAAAABg0/BtJPNu3YV2Y/s1600/WP_000135.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-89xUpx2Y2mI/TntvpMSEnXI/AAAAAAAABg0/BtJPNu3YV2Y/s320/WP_000135.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice siol&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mcb2VoxvKKc/Tntv7FLvpsI/AAAAAAAABg4/PvzTmvh-kbI/s1600/WP_000137.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mcb2VoxvKKc/Tntv7FLvpsI/AAAAAAAABg4/PvzTmvh-kbI/s320/WP_000137.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dont know why I took this picture. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t8_ODHVTApU/TntwG79wQhI/AAAAAAAABg8/RVLQ-BMEaVI/s1600/WP_000142.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t8_ODHVTApU/TntwG79wQhI/AAAAAAAABg8/RVLQ-BMEaVI/s320/WP_000142.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hot chocolate bought at Art Cafe at Tiong Bahru where my friend works.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_DxzHyfPAlI/TntwwKHjIzI/AAAAAAAABhA/gmavOt-aA3E/s1600/WP_000143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_DxzHyfPAlI/TntwwKHjIzI/AAAAAAAABhA/gmavOt-aA3E/s320/WP_000143.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The book that can change your life found at the Art Cafe. Interesting. Try it! WHO YOU LOOKING AT?!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-7027659706388393050?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/7027659706388393050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=7027659706388393050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/7027659706388393050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/7027659706388393050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQNFLJjQFEI/TntuSZEtj0I/AAAAAAAABgs/_wMOIsvBavw/s72-c/DSC08776.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-8256351417627678867</id><published>2011-09-21T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:19:00.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello. Just you and me by me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4c116ed89026ed2e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4c116ed89026ed2e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331269448%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D283C32B5FABD707BE74838393B8189A97DC3DA.3995DAE2003EE86A333A9510D25E8465AA9D8A98%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4c116ed89026ed2e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNvacN2SyyO6k-SL3-qqzJndWC9c&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4c116ed89026ed2e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331269448%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D283C32B5FABD707BE74838393B8189A97DC3DA.3995DAE2003EE86A333A9510D25E8465AA9D8A98%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4c116ed89026ed2e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNvacN2SyyO6k-SL3-qqzJndWC9c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, I tried copying Zee Avi and this is how far I can get. Haha. I know. CMI. I cant sing ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday, we went JB! I tried Shihlin Taiwan Snacks thingy since its not halal in Singapore. I tell you, the egg crepe thing is soooooo nice! But the mee sua, Thai Express' is better. Actually, what is mee sua? How come the Thai one and the Taiwan one different? See see. Thai one and Taiwan one. HAHAHA. Taiwanwan and Thaiwan. K. Stop it ok. There's a new mall called KLS. Got halal breadtalk! Next time must try. So jakun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, Thai Express changed all the plates and bowls to glass. Its heavier and more time consuming. We cant carry all the plates all at one go but have to make 2 trips instead because the weight is unbearable. I think whoever think that its a better idea should increase our pay. And working hours should be lesser since we'll be too tired clearing the tables. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ok. School starting on Thursday. Haiz. Repeat modules. Stay back one more year. I think my uncle who came just now look down on me. He asked my mum if I'm still schooling. Where I'm working and all. How come didnt go school. Make me sound like a dropout. The only thing missing is me getting married and having kids. Haha. K stereotyping my own race. Get the joke anot? Ok its ok. Thai one and Taiwan one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-8256351417627678867?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/8256351417627678867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=8256351417627678867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/8256351417627678867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/8256351417627678867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/09/hello-just-you-and-me-by-me.html' title='Hello. Just you and me by me!'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-3208915394829160115</id><published>2011-09-19T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T00:43:41.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we did it yeah!</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to announce that..my friend and I completed 6km without stopping! (ok, we stopped for awhile to get a cup of water) But we didn't stop after that! Whee! Prison run completed! Got medal! I dont know why am I typing with exclamation marks! We shall keep up and keep on running! I hope we did it under 1hour. Yeahhhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday Ros and I went to see The Wanted's private showcase. Private meh? So many screaming girls. Ros and I were placed somewhere at the back, if we were to put our hands in the air, people behind might be scolding us. Haha. 2 of the guys stripped! I dont know which 2. Ros and I are big fans of Siva! (See, exclamation mark again) (apparently we only know Siva because his features are so distinct) Throughout the showcase, I can tell we cant stop looking at him. He's so perfect. He cast a spell on me, spell on me. K k. And we had dunch(dinner and lunch). ANDDD. I HAD MY 3RD CUP OF MCLFURRY. 3RD CUP CONSECUTIVELY. Niceeeeeeeeeeee. ANNND, I bought DRYbag. Haha. Not waterbag. For $25. Neon green. Getting ready for our 2D1N expedition next weekend! So excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kbye. Going JB with the canoepolo people tomoz. Fun fun fun. But I malay. You know? Everything must follow where I eat because need to be halal. Haha. But they are easygoing. But, sometimes, its best not to follow. But i want to follow. But its also best to let people have freedom to choose where they want to eat. Want want want the wanted! I'm glad you came.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-3208915394829160115?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/3208915394829160115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=3208915394829160115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/3208915394829160115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/3208915394829160115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/09/we-did-it-yeah.html' title='we did it yeah!'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-7615688200704162567</id><published>2011-09-17T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T00:29:06.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAT</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fat. Went to H&amp;amp;M again just now with a friend. Walked around looking at clothes wishing that we have the money money money to buy them. It's quite affordable. But. I dont wear dresses or sleeveless. Sooo..limited items for me to choose. Maybe I shall try them out. Maybe. See how. After walking there, we bought $1 ice cream with alot of peanut. Went to Sephora and....hahaha. I saw my ex-rugby coach. Been so long since we met siol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we had lunch/dinner and ate Horlicks Mcflurry AGAIN! I ate it yesterday and it tasted like heaven. Today, I felt like I stepped into heaven once again. SO nice la! Who knows I may visit heaven for real for eating too much ice-cream. Kbluff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end the night, we met up with another friend and we had...ICE CREAM SODA! Haiz. Too much sugar liao la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnddd. Tomoz, must go jogging. Prepare myself for Sunday's prison run. Haha. Fun run ok. So, we'll be having fun while running.. 6km. No kick to some people. But that distance confirm got kick for us. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wanted tomoz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-7615688200704162567?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/7615688200704162567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=7615688200704162567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/7615688200704162567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/7615688200704162567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/09/fat.html' title='FAT'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-7777154780973232199</id><published>2011-09-16T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T01:13:07.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just you and me</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WWXXFT2RccY?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to play and sing like her. Haha. Buuuutttt....CANNOT! Hahahaha kbye. Will practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now my sister and I had the 1 for 1 Horlicks McFlurry. SO NICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday we watched SUCKSEED NENG! SO FUNNY! SO SAD! Thai boys are handsome! Handsome neng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cant do 1 pull up. But I did it on Monday! I swear! I did 1. Then cannot. First and last time. :( Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School next week. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-7777154780973232199?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/7777154780973232199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=7777154780973232199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/7777154780973232199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/7777154780973232199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-you-and-me.html' title='Just you and me'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WWXXFT2RccY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-7797265148105860843</id><published>2011-09-12T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T22:52:53.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*waves*</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2weeks ago, I made friends with a colleague who is partially deaf. But he left. :( He taught me how to show some basic sign language. At work, there is a mute and hearing impaired colleague. I find it hard to understand him when we tried to communicate. So, I took the opportunity to learn from him when we have the time so we can communicate better. So far, I learnt how to say A to Z. Ok sorry. Not say, show. Last time, I learnt Monday to Sunday in Tamil. But guess what? I cant remember any now. Haha. Loser. So, I hope to remember whatever I learnt and apply. Same to my studies. But I failed 2 modules. Must constantly remind myself that I failed to make me motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sign language is so cool. Unspoken words that can be understood by only some people. Like a code. But facial expression plays a big role. I noticed that my colleague has a lot of facial expressions. I think I fail at sign language. Most of the people I know told me that I have no expression. I wonder what my colleague thinks of me. I wonder how he describe me in sign language. Maybe he will make a blank face. I dont know. So far he describes the most prominent feature of a person. Like hairy chest,&amp;nbsp;moustache, pregnant, glasses, height, big or small. So fun. I want to learn more!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*puts hand near mouth and extends hand out*&lt;br /&gt;(THANK YOU!!!) (ok, i dont know how to shout in sign language)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ex9W5Ga0nbo/Tm4XsZfPHAI/AAAAAAAABgg/40RW3bsKsTw/s1600/DSC08685.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ex9W5Ga0nbo/Tm4XsZfPHAI/AAAAAAAABgg/40RW3bsKsTw/s320/DSC08685.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;adik and me. 2004?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vxFAskchiRk/Tm4aV0Rdf4I/AAAAAAAABgk/muTecyi3gHk/s1600/DSC08695.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vxFAskchiRk/Tm4aV0Rdf4I/AAAAAAAABgk/muTecyi3gHk/s320/DSC08695.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;adik and me. 1996?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tUvy-NLV_As/Tm4bM55LVfI/AAAAAAAABgo/61OBI6j4vec/s1600/DSC08696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tUvy-NLV_As/Tm4bM55LVfI/AAAAAAAABgo/61OBI6j4vec/s320/DSC08696.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;adik. cry baby siol. gembeng. hahaha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-7797265148105860843?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/7797265148105860843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=7797265148105860843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/7797265148105860843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/7797265148105860843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/09/waves.html' title='*waves*'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ex9W5Ga0nbo/Tm4XsZfPHAI/AAAAAAAABgg/40RW3bsKsTw/s72-c/DSC08685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-3202280354402823654</id><published>2011-09-10T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T14:36:53.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WISH I WAS SPECIAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-86bc50676e24f260" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D86bc50676e24f260%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331269448%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8370F14D98AD092A50704B346E83CA1C630540B9.857543B0557C2F12F3C4C6B0056352064030BD22%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D86bc50676e24f260%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhvrcLqdY1HWyRjSTJ51Wn_NkSqA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D86bc50676e24f260%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331269448%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8370F14D98AD092A50704B346E83CA1C630540B9.857543B0557C2F12F3C4C6B0056352064030BD22%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D86bc50676e24f260%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhvrcLqdY1HWyRjSTJ51Wn_NkSqA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's been so long. 2 more weeks till school reopen. Let's get ready for the new year. Not new year, new school year. I'm taking 3 modules this year and if I pass all 3, I will be taking another 3 modules for my final year. I failed 2 modules. :( So that explains why. My course should be completed by next year, but due to my imbecility I have to stay back one more year. Actually, I have a choice to take all 6 modules and graduate next year. But look at it this way, I took 4, failed 2. If take 6 how? Fail 3? How? I only have myself to blame. Mendaki, the one loaning me the funds said I breached the contract. So, must study harder. Haiz. Failure. But people say failure is the road to success. I literally fail. But that doesnt mean I'll be successful in the future. But who cares. Noone cares. Nobody cares.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, upstairs is a video of me singing Creep by Radiohead. My broken finger which is still healing, hurts. As you can hear, I put in alot of emotion when singing the song. HAHAHA. Luckily no string snapped while strumming the chorus part. I gave my all siolz.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;When you were here before&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Couldn't look you in the eye&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;You're just like an angel&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;Your skin makes me cry&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;You float like a feather&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;In a beautiful world&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;I wish I was special&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;You're so fucking special&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;But I'm a creep&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;I'm a weirdo&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;What the hell am I doing here?&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;I don't belong here&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;I don't care if it hurts&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;I want to have control&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;I want a perfect body&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;I want a perfect soul&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;I want you to notice&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;When I'm not around&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;You're so fucking special&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;I wish I was special&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;But I'm a creep&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;I'm a weirdo&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;What the hell am I doing here?&lt;br style="clear: left;" /&gt;I don't belong here&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/30066821079701486-3202280354402823654?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/3202280354402823654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=3202280354402823654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/3202280354402823654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/3202280354402823654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-wish-i-was-special.html' title='I WISH I WAS SPECIAL'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-734447312435718</id><published>2011-08-31T01:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T01:30:20.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya Minta Mak Kueh Sepotong.</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh..salah. Minta Maaf Zahir Dan Batin. Haha. Buat lawak keper? Belum  Raya dah sakit tekak, lepas Raya terus dapat selsema. Kesian si Nab ni.  Apa nak buat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ape lagi nak update? Tu jer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aVAPp9uqhX8/Tl0ca_upaBI/AAAAAAAABgU/PrdT5jx-2fI/s1600/WP_000092.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aVAPp9uqhX8/Tl0ca_upaBI/AAAAAAAABgU/PrdT5jx-2fI/s320/WP_000092.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;cookies my sis and i baked. tasted the exactly the same as those we baked last year. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tSmWHH_CSlw/Tl0coCSSQ4I/AAAAAAAABgY/g4UJ8W28T2Y/s1600/WP_000100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tSmWHH_CSlw/Tl0coCSSQ4I/AAAAAAAABgY/g4UJ8W28T2Y/s320/WP_000100.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;henna, did at Geylang serai. did it on palm because my skin colour is too dark. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hTYaquBR4CM/Tl0cpbSZAVI/AAAAAAAABgc/W7xAdfqaQ8o/s1600/WP_000107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="294" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hTYaquBR4CM/Tl0cpbSZAVI/AAAAAAAABgc/W7xAdfqaQ8o/s320/WP_000107.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;my sis and i excited for hari raya with my henna-ed palm. we're so excited, really. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-734447312435718?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/734447312435718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=734447312435718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/734447312435718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/734447312435718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/08/selamat-hari-raya-minta-mak-kueh.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya Minta Mak Kueh Sepotong.'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aVAPp9uqhX8/Tl0ca_upaBI/AAAAAAAABgU/PrdT5jx-2fI/s72-c/WP_000092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-4746384176323241836</id><published>2011-08-29T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T00:13:13.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been thinking alot lately. I've decided. Let's see how tomoz. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-4746384176323241836?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/4746384176323241836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=4746384176323241836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/4746384176323241836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/4746384176323241836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post_29.html' title='..'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-6017192209589949717</id><published>2011-08-24T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T23:56:05.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a failure I'm stupid. I'm a creep. I'm a weirdo. Don't make friends with me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-6017192209589949717?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/6017192209589949717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=6017192209589949717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/6017192209589949717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/6017192209589949717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-2938609247660949760</id><published>2011-08-18T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T14:33:35.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kumustaka??</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang panggalan ko ay Nab. Ok. Those are the only 2 sentences I can speak in Tagalog. So when a Filipino visits Thai Express, I can "Kumustaka!" to them and blend in. Hahaha. Bleh. But, if they say more Tagalog, then...I will sing Bebot or The Apl Song by The Black Eyed Peas. Lapit mga kaibigan at makinig kayo (listen up y'all!) Ok. Nonsense. Did you know? I was a fan of BEP I went to their concert twice? Now you know! Once I went alone. I sat beside a parent who left her kids at home to watch BEP. Power? Yes. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. This year Raya, I'm planning to bake cookies aaaannndddd brownies! I can take over Uncle Bahri liaozzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye. Going to out with Ina and her baby girl. Yaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-2938609247660949760?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/2938609247660949760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=2938609247660949760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/2938609247660949760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/2938609247660949760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/08/kumustaka.html' title='Kumustaka??'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-7647407036362194236</id><published>2011-08-16T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T17:30:46.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heellleeeoooouuuu</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9HCw0loUjVA/TkoyXdRNEYI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Jcmt_E7wHgo/s1600/WP_000054.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9HCw0loUjVA/TkoyXdRNEYI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Jcmt_E7wHgo/s320/WP_000054.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;New Dish from Thai Express. Prata and curry. Serious! Haven tasted it though, will try it tonight when I break fast. I heard its sweet. I love sweet things!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So. Yesterday at work, a customer made a complaint against me because they dont like my attitude. :( It went like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Which page is morning glory?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Morning glory? What is that? We dont sell flowers here. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;Customer: No, you have it in the menu. I know.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Can you describe it?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: (Saw the page with kangkong written on it.) Ahh, kangkong!&lt;br /&gt;Me: So, kangkong in English is morning glory?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes&lt;br /&gt;They continued ordering.&lt;br /&gt;Me: So...what's tomyum and cili padi in English? Is it hibiscus and rose? Haha&lt;br /&gt;Customer: (Black face), cili padi is cut chili. &lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Where are you from? &lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm a Singaporean, why?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: How come you dont know whats cili padi in English?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm just amazed that people call kangkong morning glory here. I mean we call it kangkong even in the supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: (Face angry liao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kangkong say kangkong la. Want to gehkiang and cause misunderstanding. Okla, maybe she was a farmer, or maybe she plays farmville or something. By the way, cili padi in English is not cut chili, it's called Bird's eye chili. Haiz. See la, gehkiang somemore. And the other aunty pronounced basil chicken as bala chicken. Wart? Dont know how to read dont read, just point to the dish. Anyway next time if customers give me funny names again, I'm just going to act all stupid and agree to them. Customers are always correct. If not, they complain. People joke, complain. People too serious, complain. People correct their mistake, complain. Never smile at them, complain. Price expensive, complain. Complain complain.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they complaint after paying their bill. I apologized to them for my rudeness. Seems like I have to keep on saying sorry to customers like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another customer who ordered Pineapple fried rice for takeaway order. (A plate cost $9.90, not inclusive of GST and service charge)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi Sir, here's your pineapple fried rice.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Is this the correct amount of rice for $9?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes sir.Why?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: How could you charge a high price? This price is enough to feed 2 people.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hold on ar Sir, INAAAAA!!&lt;br /&gt;From there my assistant manager settled him. If I were to go on with him, I would have said, "No money dont come here and eat. Other places are charging you more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, last story. There was this incident, a customer spilled her drinks. I happened to  be there serving food. She blamed me for not warning her. Wartttt? How  would I know if her arms were going to hit it? Luckily she didnt  complain. If not, by the end of the year, I'm going to get fired.  Hahaha.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was just not a day for me to work. Usually I feel happy, but yesterday I felt agitated to the max.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, results are coming out soon. School will start soon too. Choosing of modules will commence soon. Soon letters from school will come. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-7647407036362194236?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/7647407036362194236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=7647407036362194236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/7647407036362194236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/7647407036362194236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/08/heellleeeoooouuuu.html' title='heellleeeoooouuuu'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9HCw0loUjVA/TkoyXdRNEYI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Jcmt_E7wHgo/s72-c/WP_000054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-1610008915428650778</id><published>2011-08-15T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T00:58:26.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WART THE HELL?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B2j4U3ChXjA/Tkf8StHpZFI/AAAAAAAABgM/UySFMVFbxwk/s1600/WP_000051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B2j4U3ChXjA/Tkf8StHpZFI/AAAAAAAABgM/UySFMVFbxwk/s320/WP_000051.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wart is that you may ask. That is a wart. A wart? A wart. Wart? Yes a wart. I googled wart and..the pictures are disgusting and it was scaring me. Mine was a mini cute little tiny almost non-existent wart. I went to the same doctor with dad, you know, that doctor I went when I got gout (Oh my Gout) and those bedbugs. Remember? Ok nevermind. So when I entered the room, doctor was like, "Wart is it this time?" Haha. No la. He greeted my dad and I with a professional smile. Can see through his eyes ya know. Now, that's communicating with your eyes. So i fell in love with the doctor. Kbluff. He told me warts are caused by virus. I better keep my toe clean and dry. Just use the solution he gave me. Ok, not gave. We bought it. The solution called Verrumal will burn the skin affected, then I have to scrap the skin off and eventually the wart will be gone. Dead and gone siol. So, I cant wait to have a perfect feet again! Not like its deformed, but you get what I mean. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess wart? My ex-assistant manager will be my existing assistant manager! Yay. But....haiz. Cant put here. Bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-1610008915428650778?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/1610008915428650778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=1610008915428650778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/1610008915428650778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/1610008915428650778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/08/wart-hell.html' title='WART THE HELL?!'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B2j4U3ChXjA/Tkf8StHpZFI/AAAAAAAABgM/UySFMVFbxwk/s72-c/WP_000051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-2374488483296436286</id><published>2011-08-12T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T00:12:47.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the 11th day of Ramadhan. And the Hari Raya songs are being played on the radio. "Lebaran....bla bla bla..Lebaran...bla bla bla" You know that song? That's the only word I catch from the song. I think the tittle is most probably "Lebaran" by Siti. Duh? Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, competition ended. Judging from the words I read from twitter, people are disappointed with themselves. But, things happened, we can only learn from it. Learn and apply what we should do to make us better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, like what Bucks always say during games, "Heads Up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway again, I want to go Geylang Serai and eat dingding, kebab, smell the food, drink kathira, look at mats, carpet. Mats...haha. Real mats. Not mats the floor mats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. One more month till school reopen. Haizzzzzzzz. Why so fast??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-2374488483296436286?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/2374488483296436286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=2374488483296436286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/2374488483296436286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/2374488483296436286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/08/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-2636436972998986210</id><published>2011-08-04T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T23:57:26.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello hello</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the 4th day of fasting month! Bulan Ramadhan. The purest month, the month to be good. The month where all the devils are tied up. I've been working hard at work. Almost everyday. My finger on my left hand, the one that broke, is still recovering. I don't dare exert too much force everytime I carry the flask. But, just now, I used my finger twice! After the second time, I don't dare use it 100% anymore. I can feel the insides moving or something. When can I use it properly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I better give my finger more time to recover. But its been 7months! Wow, 7months. Don't say already. This is the 7th month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday, ZhiYong and I went to KTV world to have fun. We shiok sendiri there. He got to drink and eat the food provided, while I STOP AND STARE...Haha. And we played at Timezone too. So fun. Breaking fast at work was troublesome. I cant enjoy the food provided. I did enjoy it la, but had to rush since it was during the busy period. Had kway teow yesterday and pineapple fried rice today. Gobbled down the food in 10mins. Unhealthy right? The food wont be digested properly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I broke my fast at 830pm. Imagine, serving those customers who came to eat dinner when you haven taste water since morning, and the customers are oblivious that you haven eat at all and they still have the cheek to tell you to make their food arrive faster because they are hungry. Haha. Hungry people, cant seem to control themselves. I was so thirsty, somemore I went training this afternoon. But its ok la. Its my job. Sabar je la eh. Haha. Tomoz I will bring dates! So I can eat them on the dot( if got time ar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-2636436972998986210?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/2636436972998986210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=2636436972998986210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/2636436972998986210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/2636436972998986210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/08/hello-hello.html' title='hello hello'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-8408555148228246810</id><published>2011-07-31T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T13:46:14.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello, again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-698786e3f9780ac1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D698786e3f9780ac1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331269448%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D159565924868136272EDE13F8E5F5BE84B58A111.7EEF089135F5C903B4E6A93721F1EF6114B95AF8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D698786e3f9780ac1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyF7lz3ya1mF7XdCIhbunbzeyc7U&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D698786e3f9780ac1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331269448%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D159565924868136272EDE13F8E5F5BE84B58A111.7EEF089135F5C903B4E6A93721F1EF6114B95AF8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D698786e3f9780ac1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyF7lz3ya1mF7XdCIhbunbzeyc7U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Soooooo. This is a video of a song I played and recorded. I havent name it yet, maybe I shall add some emo lyrics and ask someone to sing for me. Haha. Maybe I will hire Justin Bieber. Haha. Cheh. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-8408555148228246810?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/8408555148228246810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=8408555148228246810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/8408555148228246810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/8408555148228246810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/07/hello-again.html' title='hello, again.'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-6279883419013334550</id><published>2011-07-29T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T23:11:06.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi.</title><content type='html'>So, tomoz is our 3rd competition together. Since after exams, my team mates(we are called 'Last Warning") and I have been training very hard, not skipping a single training. We worked together as a team, one for all and all for one. Supporting each other whenever possible, making sure everyone has enough rest after training, and ensuring everyone's safety on the reservoir. Not to forget motivating each other when they are tired. Giving out advises to each other to work on our weaknesses. Handling logistics for the competition, everyone as a team, contributed equally in the taping of the boat. Exaggerated much? I dont think we did that. Well, maybe 75% of them. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, those good players, as expected, too good to be true. Confirm win. No need training one. Those new players (are we considered new?), all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, I went to JBAC to learn how to fix a paddle using epoxy! It's a very messy process but with proper guidance and skilful hands, all is well. Haha. If you see my paddle, it's obvious the right side is done by the master, while the left side is done by the noob(yours truly). But it's ok. Good as new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, work. The manager is starting to make me work more. Expected la. Judging from the way he work, I dont think he's prepared for the worse. Working with him on Wednesday was a nightmare. So many customers, some parts were jammed. And yesterday, (he wasnt there), everything went smoothly. Except table 11. You know what? The customer was kept waiting outside for awhile because all tables are occupied. Customers are impatient people, they cannot wait. When she finally got a table, she requested weird things, like separating tables, so my colleagues (there were only 3 of us) and I, all 3 of us rearranged the tables according to her preference. In the end, she doesnt like it and we had to put it back to where it belong. So, I regarded that as a workout since I didnt go gym. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one more thing, she shouted at my colleague! She said, "Excuse me". My colleague ignored. Then she saw that he didnt respond, she shouted louder with all her might, her lungs seemed to be coming out, "EXCUSE ME!!!!!!!!!!" And you know what? I attended to her and said, "SHUT UP AND GET OUT!" K bluff. I said, "Sorry miss, my colleague Steven is deaf and mute, are you ready to order?" So, after all the ruckus, she realised that she was causing a scene, the other customers started to stare at her. Haha. Embarrassed keper? But she turned out to be nice. You know angry customers are the happiest ones when their tummy is filled. So, if you see anyone angry, just feed them, dont worry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-6279883419013334550?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/6279883419013334550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=6279883419013334550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/6279883419013334550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/6279883419013334550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/07/hi_29.html' title='hi.'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-741003594796281099</id><published>2011-07-25T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T00:12:36.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a week since I first started work at Thai Express since I got 'fired'. Not fired la. I was indirectly being chased out along with my other colleagues. It was past tense. So, forget it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been the same. Tiring. Customers. Nice ones, nasty ones who think they own the place. Bla bla bla you know. But it feels different without them, the 'family'. It's ok. Can start anew. But, there&amp;nbsp;is something or someone that I dont feel comfortable with. Haiz. I better stay away. But be nice at the same time. Scary la ok. But but but. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waitressing is like gymming. Except that you carry plates instead of weights. Haha. Just now I carried so much. The only missing thing is the tabata stopwatch. With that, I think I can clear 8 tables within 160seconds. Haha. Not to forget 10seconds rest(putting rubbish into the bin). Nonsense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part has to be the closing. Staff meal. We had pineapple friend rice and phat Thai. Aloy! Oh! There are 2 Thai staffs here. And everytime they speak to each other, I dont know why, I was always feel like I'm watching a movie. Like some Thai horror movie. Haha. Kap kun&amp;nbsp;kaaaa. Meow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to learn some Tagalog and Thai! Forget Korean and Japanese. Overrated! Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-741003594796281099?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/741003594796281099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=741003594796281099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/741003594796281099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/741003594796281099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/07/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-1504682115242985316</id><published>2011-07-22T13:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T13:35:25.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>    &lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Today is Friday. Its been 2 days since I use this HTC phone. I'm just waiting for phone problem to come so I can sell it away. Hahaha. K.    &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-1504682115242985316?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/1504682115242985316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=1504682115242985316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/1504682115242985316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/1504682115242985316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/07/hi_22.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-5681702543127716534</id><published>2011-07-19T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T01:46:23.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hellllllo</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ros and I went to a primary school friend birthday celebration during the weekends. Both of us thought it was going to be awkward. After donkey years of not meeting. But. We were WRONG. So, wrong lor. Always expect the unexpected. It turned out fun. K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, Im now a waitress at Thai Express. AGAIN. At Sun Plaza. Same tables and chairs, but different management and colleagues. I miss those times where we separate ourselves into set A and set B. Like a team. I miss drinking extra chendol despite knowing that it's fattening. Fat already, eat a little bit more also no difference right? So, just now on the way into the restaurant I saw Ina my ex-assistant manager. It felt just like the old times when she called my name. "Nab!" With her high pitched voice. Haha. She got a baby! It's a girl! So small, smaller than my carebear siol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, work. So far so good. People are nice. I want to learn Tagalog. Kumusta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo, today, the back of my head keep on throbbing. I dont know why. Is there a heartthrob nearby or something? K. 1:44am. Better stop typing. Goodnight, beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-5681702543127716534?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/5681702543127716534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=5681702543127716534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/5681702543127716534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/5681702543127716534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/07/hellllllo.html' title='hellllllo'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-6628528502801668323</id><published>2011-07-14T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T21:35:52.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new phone's screen got problem. Haiz. Nab + Phone = Spoilt phone. I think there's an electricity in me that can absorb the power of handphone to function properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On land, people sitting at the sidelines are called the 'bench-warmers'. On water, my canoe polo friend call them, 'water-coolers'. HAHA. Funny keperrrrr. Macaaaaaam? Duduk tepi keper?&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-6628528502801668323?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/6628528502801668323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=6628528502801668323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/6628528502801668323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/6628528502801668323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/07/hi.html' title='hi'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-5197617304295710679</id><published>2011-07-11T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T14:47:19.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sore throat</title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was nothing but enjoyment. Till I went training/friendly. Haha. From Monday to Thursday, I went to work at JBAC. I met many new people and new creatures on the sea! On Monday and Tuesday there was a first aider accompanying me on the boat. We saw a snake gliding on the sea. And, I caught a crab using an anchor cable. Cool or what? Unfortunately, the crab got away. On Wed and Thurs, I stayed overnight there. It was crazy. A teacher who went on board with me complimented my driving skills! Haha. I think ever since I have to drive teachers around, I improved my driving. Because they are usually on board to take pictures. So I have to ensure safety and at the same time let them take nice shots. I admit that it was scary to drive so close to the kayaks and not colliding with them. But, since I am so skillful, fret not! Haha. (please stay humble can?) Sekali, the next time I drive, I bang into kelong eh. Haha. Choy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendly/training. Okla. It's getting serious. I skipped trainings to go to work eh. But who cares right. But still, I need to be responsible for my own actions and not leave a burden to people who wants to achieve something. But, some people really dont care and really give a burden to some people even though they promised to stay committed. But there are others who makes use of others to make themselves feel good even though they dont really have to. But they still do it. But still, too much but is also a problem. But then again, a promise is a promise right. Omg, I'm giving too much excuses. And, I'm not that good at that sport. I'm never good at anything. Be it hockey, rugby, or canoe polo. See, I tried many sports. All fail. I think I better stick to staying at home and being a loser. (emo mode.HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I got a new phone. And it's faulty. Is it me or all the phone I receive MUST have a problem. This sucks. I think I better stick to traditional means like writing a letter to communicate. Or better, use Morse code. Haiz. I'll be working back at Thai Express soon. They need people. Here I am. HAIZ. What kind of life am I leading man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye. Im going to watch running man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-5197617304295710679?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/5197617304295710679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=5197617304295710679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/5197617304295710679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/5197617304295710679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/07/sore-throat.html' title='sore throat'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-3041711752931847484</id><published>2011-07-04T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T00:14:56.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>escaped from the storm in the nick of time. who's nick?</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Sunday. We went for another expedition. This time, from Sembawang to Sembawang and back to Sembawang. To our surprise, it's 20km! Aaacktually, it's from Sembawang Water Venture to SAFYC, to Woodlands Waterfront and back. Going there was fun. A friend was telling us about the history of the Beaulieu shoal. It came from a British guy called Beaulieu who stayed in Beaulieu House which is now a restaurant at Sembawang Park.&amp;nbsp; Bla bla I cant remember. Haha. And that the British sold the jetty to Singapore for a dollar. Interesting eh. Maybe I should read more on history of Sembawang. I stay here what, so must know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going baaak was an adventure! Behind us we could see the skies becoming darker, heard thunder, saw lightning, not lighting eh. But scary la siol. It's like racing against nature. My friend who was initially tired and wanted to pee suddenly can sprint back to shore. Haha. We made it to shore on time to have our lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sembawang sea has more school of fishes. Got Sports school, Secondary and Primary school. K dah merepek. (K nonsense already) I can't see much at Changi. Maybe deeper water. So they swim deeper. Got waterfall...from the industries spewing out toxic water. Britney Spears. With the taste of your lips I'm on a rideeeee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, Sembawang to Pasir Ris. How about that? The last time I did it, I almost give up. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnnd. The SAFYC's pontoon is still there! Memories. We were reminiscing the past just now. About how seasick we were when we took one star. Haha. Have to swim around the smelly pontoon. Barnacles, mussels, algae...you name it, they have it...under the pontoon. Blueeek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnnd. DO YOU KNOW? There is a bottle tree village in Sembawang? NOW YOU KNOW. It's a sea side kind of restaurant the kind you can feel the sea breeze when you enjoy your food and have to tie up your hair in case you eat them and at the same time enjoying the ambience and the food provided not to forget the sound of the waves and occasional engine from motorboat or police coast guard. That was mouthful.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight and goodbye. Like journal only. Nabnabihah signing out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-3041711752931847484?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/3041711752931847484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=3041711752931847484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/3041711752931847484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/3041711752931847484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/07/escaped-from-storm-in-nick-of-time-whos.html' title='escaped from the storm in the nick of time. who&apos;s nick?'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-8461037014770082972</id><published>2011-07-01T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T14:04:07.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterdayyyyyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-61a53622a4ac880f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D61a53622a4ac880f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331269448%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D15EB2EB88C3CC3385076408B55A24807ACB30CC7.83C853DF26C6EF51805DAD04874667C87844CD34%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D61a53622a4ac880f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpWG0n46Pk5zT4x5Ct2LzLPuWXmc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D61a53622a4ac880f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331269448%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D15EB2EB88C3CC3385076408B55A24807ACB30CC7.83C853DF26C6EF51805DAD04874667C87844CD34%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D61a53622a4ac880f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpWG0n46Pk5zT4x5Ct2LzLPuWXmc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hi again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's July. So fast. 2months passed and I still haven get a job. 2months passed and I didnt do anything constructive. 2months since exams. 2months training. Actually one month la. My exams ended on 23 May. Now July. So about one month plus. But who cares. I'm going to make it sound longer than shorter. So. 2months already and I'm still slacking depending on parents money to go out. What is this. Anyway, upstairs is another video featuring me. Yesterday by the Beatles. Don't worry, I didn't sing at all. Sorry if the rolling and sterndip video traumatised some people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loser. Yesterday, the girls had to clean up some parts of the pontoon. I tell you, I feel we should get the bravest girls award. It's more gruesome than the pontoon at SAFYC at Sembawang! The spiders are this big! K, you cant see, so imagine it yourself, about thumbnail size. And they can swim better than you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I better start counting down till school reopen. So, 2more months plus more! Arggghh. The thought of going to school to listen to lectures and exams! Ok. I think it's a bad idea to countdown. You know what? I'm bored. That's why I'm blogging here right now. I'm a loser. I even made a song about a loser(me). Maybe someday I will post here. And scare more of my friends who read this blog. Haha. K. Now I sound like I have a problem up in the brain. Oh man. What is becoming of me. Get a life please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought after exams will be fun. I never thought it will be like this you know. Oh wellssss. I'll make more video of me making a fool of myself then. Haha. BYES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-8461037014770082972?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/8461037014770082972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=8461037014770082972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/8461037014770082972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/8461037014770082972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/07/yesterdayyyyyy.html' title='yesterdayyyyyy'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-8389980676899714150</id><published>2011-06-29T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T22:19:05.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hiiiiii</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. All I can do now is sigh. I don't know what I'm doing. Whether I'm doing things right. Prioritizing things anyhow. Am I doing the right thing? Should I just leave? Will it benefit me anyway? Should I even bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, all my problems seem so far away. Jeng Jeng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duduk rumah diam diam pun baik per.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-8389980676899714150?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/8389980676899714150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=8389980676899714150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/8389980676899714150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/8389980676899714150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/06/hiiiiii.html' title='hiiiiii'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-6654788906728310346</id><published>2011-06-27T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T17:49:19.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROLLING AND STERN DIIIIIIP IP IP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I? I'm fine thank you. I've been slacking. Thai Express is full. So I cant work there. My destiny belongs somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been bad. Only god knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday's 22km expedition was fun! Ros and I were in a double kayak. We wanted to do an eskimo roll on doubles but she hasn't master it yet. GO ROS! YOU CAN DO IT! We kayaked around Pulau Ubin and went past Ketam Island. Nothing much to see. Oh, since it was high tide, we paddled ON TOP OF Chek Jawa! AH AH SIOL! Ros saw fishes jumping in and out of water while I saw dragonfly, butterfly, komodo lizard, seagulls and dead fishes. What's wrong with me. The most enjoyable part has to be the big waves. I tell you, so shiok ah! And, I'm proud to announce that...I'm a member of Passion Card! Haha. Got free gift eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to a farewell party and party and yeah! And dad demanded me home. Sian. So rare of him to call me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I want to take Level 1 coaching. I got inspired by a 4star holder. SO COOL LA! But first, I need to get a job and get money. But, I'm a typical malay, LAZY. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-db548e10bb817698" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddb548e10bb817698%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331269449%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1AFA261DAD58BB66B645A15344A40EAC7F3D1B50.6B0BA6DE15A1EF5391C0901AAFC77C306AA9500E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddb548e10bb817698%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dc1MEpPgsH-SxJA4ifapTVNfpWOw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddb548e10bb817698%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331269449%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1AFA261DAD58BB66B645A15344A40EAC7F3D1B50.6B0BA6DE15A1EF5391C0901AAFC77C306AA9500E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddb548e10bb817698%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dc1MEpPgsH-SxJA4ifapTVNfpWOw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So...this is me. I did this because I'm bored after doing laundry and folding the clothes at home. I can't sing ok. Adele is a powerful singer. Haha. Chorus part is so difficult to sing I ran out of breath! K. Don't judge me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-6654788906728310346?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/6654788906728310346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=6654788906728310346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/6654788906728310346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/6654788906728310346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/06/rolling-and-stern-diiiiiip-ip-ip.html' title='ROLLING AND STERN DIIIIIIP IP IP'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-7358993874350688385</id><published>2011-06-18T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T00:20:28.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi.</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? Last week I went for hiphop dance class with one of the twins. Cool or what? I feel like 50cents now. It reminds me of those NDP/Chingay dance steps we learnt last time. 5,6,7,8 and 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if I have money, I'll take it up. I need to loosen myself. I feel so awkward. It's like my whole body is stuck on me. When I look into the mirror, I see one stiff woman in front. Haha. Feel like kicking that woman. By the way, the woman I'm referring to is me. Not Beyonce or Fergie. Haha. Laugh. Better laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway(part2), my mum is discharged. I hope she's recharged. She's being a B. You know? B. Eating unhealthy food treating them like fruits. Haiz. I can't and I won't give up controlling her diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway(part3), I will most probably be working back at Thai Express. Haiz. It's like I belong there. *sniggers* No choice la. All the jobs I asked for are taken up by FT. You know FT anot? FT island. Foreign Talent Island. K bluff. I didnt even apply for any job except for USS which is taking a long time to respond. So, waitress also can lor. 4months holiday work as waitress. LOSER. Flexible hours. What if Thai Express reject me? Jobless lor. Then I can add myself to the unemployment rate in Singapore. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be at jbac tomoz. I'll be back. Nun dashi karik chuaju goyaaaa. Cheh. Korean!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-7358993874350688385?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/7358993874350688385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=7358993874350688385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/7358993874350688385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/7358993874350688385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/06/hi.html' title='hi.'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-62650076777140373</id><published>2011-06-12T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T18:42:46.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jar of Hearts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-97b76f0ed1857c7f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D97b76f0ed1857c7f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331269449%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D60AE9FFB31BFF57160CF153CDD964E025654557E.89FD8B8A37CAC61FE8E83281DD125414B9806AF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D97b76f0ed1857c7f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSc7ZGQyy9XLO3nf_6TOHZM4NvaQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D97b76f0ed1857c7f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331269449%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D60AE9FFB31BFF57160CF153CDD964E025654557E.89FD8B8A37CAC61FE8E83281DD125414B9806AF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D97b76f0ed1857c7f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSc7ZGQyy9XLO3nf_6TOHZM4NvaQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a cover of Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri. Sang by Fadel. And the girl at the side, you cant see her. She blended well with the guitar. Haha. Enjoy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning jog was short. Monopoly deal sucks. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-62650076777140373?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/62650076777140373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=62650076777140373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/62650076777140373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/62650076777140373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/06/jar-of-hearts.html' title='Jar of Hearts!'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-8295565949288906830</id><published>2011-06-11T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T23:25:20.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AckEkDKlcl8/TfOEYmxoryI/AAAAAAAABgI/g6poFV9kqBw/s1600/10624_139294368876_646023876_2726616_7536306_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AckEkDKlcl8/TfOEYmxoryI/AAAAAAAABgI/g6poFV9kqBw/s320/10624_139294368876_646023876_2726616_7536306_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a year since you passed away! You are always in my prayers you know. And sometimes, I have nightmares featuring you. Okla. Not nightmare, those kind of dreams where you appeared, and we sort of 'catch up'. I dont know why. But there were a few times, I felt that we really met. And, in the dream, I was always the one talking. Why? Twilight zone keper? Anyway, wherever you are, I know you miss me. Haha. I'm referring to my cousin, second from left. We grew up together since young. I always look forward to her coming to my house. But most of them time, she always 'dont friend' me. It's ok. I'm tougher from all the 'trainings'. Haha. Haiz. I made a song for you. But forgot the lyrics. Will edit it and put it here. I restring my B-string liaoz. It'll be funnier if I broke my G-string. K. Not funny. Annnd, the other cousin on the far right, just graduated! Congratulations. Come Singapore, let's go shopping! Since we are all above 21, we can go out late and take night rider home. Dont care about the girl on far left. She's too young to come. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone out there, please eat healthily. Follow the pyramid table! Periodic table also can! Remember, 5-7 servings of carbo, 2 servings of fruits and vegetables each everyday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-8295565949288906830?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/8295565949288906830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=8295565949288906830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/8295565949288906830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/8295565949288906830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-year.html' title='one year'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AckEkDKlcl8/TfOEYmxoryI/AAAAAAAABgI/g6poFV9kqBw/s72-c/10624_139294368876_646023876_2726616_7536306_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-881802545289149627</id><published>2011-06-09T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T22:34:50.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellllllll-o</title><content type='html'>How's life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life now can be described in point form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wake up go training/ Wake up and go back to sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Training / Go sleep / Read storybook / Play ukulele (I broke my guitar's&amp;nbsp;B string while tuning, so annoying!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit mum at the hospital (she's fine, dont worry)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep / Eat / Complain here and there&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At training, do some drills. Do&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;same things at the corner. Like that lor. Hopefully can improve our skills. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh, watch movies with some people&amp;nbsp;when we have the time to meet.&amp;nbsp;We watched Hangover 2 last night. I saw naked bodies! So fun! Haha &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I want to get a job. But I know, once I get a job, I want to have this kind of lifestyle back. We are human. We always want the opposite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the plan we planned went awry. So, I invited a friend over to do a cover since she was free after work and I was around that area so could meet.&amp;nbsp;Haha. She's always contactable no matter how busy she is. Haha. K bye. Dont hate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-80eeec16f59f025e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D80eeec16f59f025e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331269449%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A7DFEAECA5B36AF1F4CCE2496571952C07F30DC.27B9B9DBA380706F1F9A79B1680D0DE613FDB577%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D80eeec16f59f025e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dw8oygGzICB76cmf_Wg7m2V_CtnQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D80eeec16f59f025e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331269449%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A7DFEAECA5B36AF1F4CCE2496571952C07F30DC.27B9B9DBA380706F1F9A79B1680D0DE613FDB577%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D80eeec16f59f025e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dw8oygGzICB76cmf_Wg7m2V_CtnQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is us. It's too dark. Left is Ammarah. No matter how annoying she is, she's still a friend. And I treasure all of my friends(cheh cheh). And the one on the right is, some woman I found at the roadside.&amp;nbsp;I invited her too. She's too tanned, cant see her except the red ukulele. I heard she works at the construction side opposite my block. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET WELL SOOOOOON MOM. DONT BE STUBBORNNNNNNN. LISTEN TO MEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-881802545289149627?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/881802545289149627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=881802545289149627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/881802545289149627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/881802545289149627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/06/hellllllll-o.html' title='Hellllllll-o'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-7678755815156463928</id><published>2011-06-05T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T13:47:34.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eh hi again once again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dsD7oW6iyak?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dsD7oW6iyak?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my sister. Actually, no. She's my cousin. Actually, no. She's Zee Avi. Actually, yes. Gotcha! Hahahahaha. &amp;nbsp;Cool hairdo. I want to be like her. Actually, cannot. Shutup Nab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can play with my ukulele the whole day and not realise the time. I think my ukulele got illuminati or something. Anyhow, I love learning new songs on it. K. Mum, why didnt you buy a ukulele when I was 4? I could be the next big thing ya know.. hahahaha. Dream on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-7678755815156463928?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/7678755815156463928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=7678755815156463928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/7678755815156463928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/7678755815156463928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/06/eh-hi-again-once-again-and-again.html' title=''/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-5720417510952056491</id><published>2011-06-03T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T16:18:35.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me again. cant stop updatinggggzzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-29de884959567858" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D29de884959567858%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331269449%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7213B834B09D93DA1D2CC4B2CF170AFE2323D958.100852548F91DDB9583A5E0BB3D4899EC8220993%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D29de884959567858%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBlPW8nThC5PmGpN4IAeOdKqwVPg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D29de884959567858%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331269449%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7213B834B09D93DA1D2CC4B2CF170AFE2323D958.100852548F91DDB9583A5E0BB3D4899EC8220993%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D29de884959567858%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBlPW8nThC5PmGpN4IAeOdKqwVPg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did nothing today except playing with anibolele. I learnt a new song called the entertainer. So, here's a video of me trying to copy this guy. I followed his tabs. So, he took only 30seconds to play what I played. So fun! But too small, I dunch know where to position it. And, I think the black paint is coming out. It stained my fingers when they sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lOCom31EaHI?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lOCom31EaHI?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-5720417510952056491?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/5720417510952056491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=5720417510952056491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/5720417510952056491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/5720417510952056491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/06/me-again-cant-stop-updatinggggzzz.html' title='me again. cant stop updatinggggzzz'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-282756898985710962</id><published>2011-06-03T12:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T16:57:39.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hellOOooooo</title><content type='html'>How's my hello? Funkay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. It was my birthday on 31st May, I turned 21. So. My friends and I sort of celebrated my birthday. So. I blew candles and got to make wishes. So. I got presents. So. I feel very lucky to have friends around me who cares. So. Those who forgot, dont be guilty ok. So. On my brithday, I went training. So. I invited the canoe polo people over to my house. So. I only invite them. No one else. So. Those not invited, dont jealous please. I still love you all. So. I received birthday messages. So. I feel BLESSED. So. I think people who have 'blessed' on their wrists are cool. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Anibo Farm, i never neglect you all ok. So. Anibo Farm celebrated an advance birthday with me. So. They rock. So. I got a bag and a Ukulele from them.[(I LOVE MY UKULELE IM GOING TO NAME IT AFTER YOU ALL! IT'LL BE CALLED ANIBOLELE)(K.)] So. I also got a Swatch watch and a novel from CP people! So. My collection of Dorothy Koomson books is almost complete. So. Next day, I received a mail from Huiwen and got a book voucher. So. I'm so going to buy her latest book. So. I'm a fan of Dorothy Koomson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. This post has a lot of so. So. Yesterday, was Sheena's birthday. So. I'm not sure if I'm allowed to put her name on my blog. So. We ate ice cream and watched movie which resulted in neck pain(dont ask why).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I MET THAT GIRL WHO OWED ME MONEY! LET ME TELL YOU THE STORY HERE.&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Let me say something first. I am a gullible and innocent girl who cares too much for my friends and will do anything to help them. But. After 21years of living. I decided to transform to be a heartless woman. Can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. She asked me to lend her $40 and promised to return 2days later, 2years ago. Instead of paying back, she deleted me from Facebook and blocked me from MSN. When I met her in school, she gave me her new number which turned out to be some uncle's number(she gave me a wrong number). Yesterday, I saw her, called her name, she waved hi and walked away. If I were to chase after her, people will think I'm crazy. So, I let it be. Like the Beatles. So. I'm nice right. I let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0miLaZpkbcM/Tehbsjaw_XI/AAAAAAAABf4/ZEpmqILd4RY/s1600/248460_10150204690600326_599810325_7263842_847974_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0miLaZpkbcM/Tehbsjaw_XI/AAAAAAAABf4/ZEpmqILd4RY/s320/248460_10150204690600326_599810325_7263842_847974_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anibolele and me. I look so happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nrG4MZrxa3U/TehbxEBt8TI/AAAAAAAABf8/7ozY0BXCBSc/s1600/257587_10150202018265326_599810325_7235558_3758162_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nrG4MZrxa3U/TehbxEBt8TI/AAAAAAAABf8/7ozY0BXCBSc/s320/257587_10150202018265326_599810325_7235558_3758162_o.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anibo Farm. THANK YOU!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hqO5EuQ0tXo/TehbyQOiu3I/AAAAAAAABgA/o4BvpV6UxCQ/s1600/252184_10150269494054460_675144459_8777357_4073332_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hqO5EuQ0tXo/TehbyQOiu3I/AAAAAAAABgA/o4BvpV6UxCQ/s320/252184_10150269494054460_675144459_8777357_4073332_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Canoe Polo People's Party(I feel like adding party behind, like worker's party, people's action party that party, not the everybody let's go party, party) THANK YOU.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So. I took a picture with Uncle Bahri. Haha. Want to see? The man behind those jemput jemput and delicious brownies. He was my first friend at JBAC. He helped me start the engine when I was new. Haha. I was too weak to pull the engine. This strong man, was a dragon boater you know. Everytime I work, I always look forward to meeting him. He also took care of me while I was working. He's so cool, he makes my father jealous. He got facebook siolz! 66years old eh. IT savvy ttm. Not sure if tweets too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c5VV2Zj2XMk/Tehev-qNUOI/AAAAAAAABgE/5YgTDiGycXc/s1600/IMG301.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c5VV2Zj2XMk/Tehev-qNUOI/AAAAAAAABgE/5YgTDiGycXc/s320/IMG301.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cool people. we look gangsta right.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So. Today, I'm going to play with my Anibolele. The strumming pattern is so cool. My fingers pain though. Let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair extension colour is fading. Time to remove it and choose a new colour. Which seat can I takkeeee? IT'S FRIDAY! K. Done blogging about me. So. 40years later, I can look back and ohhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-282756898985710962?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/282756898985710962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=282756898985710962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/282756898985710962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/282756898985710962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/06/hellooooooo.html' title='hellOOooooo'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0miLaZpkbcM/Tehbsjaw_XI/AAAAAAAABf4/ZEpmqILd4RY/s72-c/248460_10150204690600326_599810325_7263842_847974_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-5043747420570049018</id><published>2011-05-29T12:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T12:35:49.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me you're looking for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-5043747420570049018?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/5043747420570049018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=5043747420570049018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/5043747420570049018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/5043747420570049018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/05/hi.html' title='hi'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-6816455696353751127</id><published>2011-05-26T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T23:03:16.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so tired</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired. Exhausted. Brownies and jemputjemput from Uncle Bahri gave me energy. He's my father from another grandmother. And when I told this to my dad, he got jealous! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying overnight seemed like a bad idea. I was bored. No friend lor. But the people there are friendly. So end up making some new friends at the end. Really end. Going home already lor. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back there on Sat and Sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I just work there for the month of June or go somewhere else and work. I'm already dark, so, darker abit no difference. Noone notice also. Haha. Right member? Or, rest abit. I got 4months siolz. Whatever la ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-6816455696353751127?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/6816455696353751127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=6816455696353751127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/6816455696353751127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/6816455696353751127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-tired.html' title='so tired'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-5332564540624225119</id><published>2011-05-24T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T23:28:54.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helllllloooooo.</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tanner than yesterday! K. I went training. It was. Yes. It was. You decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers hurt, but the broken one was ok la. I capsized many times cause of the sinking boat with holey moley gamoley spray skirt. And my friend tried rescuing me byyyyy.....pulling that finger. Pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Tomoz, I'm going to be the safety boat driver again, at JBac. Mabe I should be a pirate and call the mermen to keep me company. Mermen, not mermaids. Haha. Mermaids can speak English in Pirates of the Caribbean. Maybe they learn from the School of Fishes (SOF). Haha. I'm so funny I'm laughing at my own jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. I got twitter. nabnabihah i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-5332564540624225119?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/5332564540624225119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=5332564540624225119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/5332564540624225119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/5332564540624225119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/05/helllllloooooo.html' title='Helllllloooooo.'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-2726691188860616279</id><published>2011-05-23T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T23:12:18.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guess whaaaat</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams over! Ah ah. Paper made me smile throughout the 3hours like some girl who escaped from the zoo. Eh zoo? Whatever. I'm so happy. Like a happy meal. Eh, happy meal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a celebration for the end of the examination(not the end of the world), Fadhil, Calvin(hahaha) and I went to watch Pirates of the Caribbean. I've never watch any series of the movie. It's nice. Alot of swashbuckling going on. Swashbuckling means swords fighting. I learnt that word yesterday in the midst of memorising my notes. Gotta apply what I learnt! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at B&amp;amp;J at the expense of Calvin. Thanks.....for keeping us waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomoz, training, but, lesser, people. Sad face. Wed and Thurs, powerboat. Haiz, time to be darker. I became fairer you know. Haha. But noone notice. Hahahaha. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-2726691188860616279?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/2726691188860616279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=2726691188860616279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/2726691188860616279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/2726691188860616279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/05/guess-whaaaat.html' title='guess whaaaat'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-5415062741997808430</id><published>2011-05-20T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T18:36:58.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-5415062741997808430?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/5415062741997808430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=5415062741997808430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/5415062741997808430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/5415062741997808430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/05/what.html' title='what'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-927272785050137269</id><published>2011-05-16T14:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T14:19:28.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoops.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TAPbA7qYVEg/TdDAxU-SktI/AAAAAAAABfw/5bTlzctge3A/s1600/IMG257.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TAPbA7qYVEg/TdDAxU-SktI/AAAAAAAABfw/5bTlzctge3A/s320/IMG257.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extension! Virgin experience. Ah ah siolz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand why people can be so into the kpop or jpop world till they are oblivious to the world. What's the point? For entertainment yes. But not till it takes over your life. Please. Control yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-927272785050137269?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/927272785050137269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=927272785050137269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/927272785050137269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/927272785050137269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/05/whoops.html' title='whoops.'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TAPbA7qYVEg/TdDAxU-SktI/AAAAAAAABfw/5bTlzctge3A/s72-c/IMG257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-8245503780102709886</id><published>2011-05-12T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:45:52.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one more paper and im done with yr2</title><content type='html'>Helllloooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. You miss reading my blog. Haha. How's life? The last one week of preparation was the slackest I guess. Mainly because of the many public holidays which means no library to study. Studying at home means I have to sweep the floor, do chores for parents. Haiz. No aircon too. Sleep on bed. Bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, macroecons paper was....haha. As usual, I did Solow's Model. What else right. I was deciding, which questions should I do? But, I have to make my mind up, which seat can I takeeeee. It's FRIDAY. kk. Nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corporate Finance, haiz. So hard! I cant answer very well. I slept late memorising, and my brain seemed not to work. MM theorem, dividend policy, debt and equity all came up. HAIZ. Merger and aquisition too. I was thinking whether to do the net present value and cancel one theory question. But. I dont know la. I feel like Rebecca Black. I'm indecisive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then POA. HAIZZZ. I FORGOT TO MINUS RESIDUAL VALUE! HOW? AND I MIXED UP ABSOPTION COSTING AND MARGINAL COSTING. I THOUGHT THEY WERE THE SAME. And I even checked with my friends before the paper. Nabnab...ape nak jadii. And guess what? My income statement and balance sheet balanced. But. When I checked with my friends, to my horror, our answers are all different. Maybe they are from different zone. But. We are all in zone b. So how? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, those 2days of papers is over. Chill. Last paper on 23May. Psychology. Like what my friend say, we have to memorise the book and make ourselves psycho. haha. K. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never written so much in 3 hours. I never thought 3 hours is not enough. I think POA paper should be 4hours. Then it will be sufficient. Then I could have checked my answer thoroughly. 3hours 15mins is not enough. It was just nice. Ok. Enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After exams, my stomach was empty. Felt like fainting. 6hours of brain juice gone. So, Diana and I went to eat crab. Im not a crab-eater ya know. Only soft shell crab. Hard shell. No. Got splashed. Like wild wild wet only. Haha. Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more year like this, and I'm done. BYES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-8245503780102709886?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/8245503780102709886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=8245503780102709886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/8245503780102709886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/8245503780102709886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-paper-more-to-go-and-im-done-with.html' title='one more paper and im done with yr2'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-5419321666772100877</id><published>2011-05-01T20:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T20:36:28.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy week</title><content type='html'>hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at Singapore poly now. Supposed to be studying. But since it's Sunday Sunday gotta get down on Sunday, I'm allowing myself some breather. I've been spending my time in school's library from Monday till Saturday. I have to say that I'm proud of myself. Never in my life i discipline myself this way. I really hope whatever I'm doing now will have a good payoff. I hope I'm doing the right thing. K. 7More days to first paper! Go go go. Oh. My finger is still the same. Fat and swollen. Bram a creep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-5419321666772100877?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/5419321666772100877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=5419321666772100877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/5419321666772100877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/5419321666772100877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/05/crazy-week.html' title='crazy week'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-1969706139905696402</id><published>2011-04-27T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T23:02:38.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eggzam</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fZTG8H97akU?hd=1" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRAM A CREEP. I'm a weirdo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-1969706139905696402?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/1969706139905696402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=1969706139905696402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/1969706139905696402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/1969706139905696402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/04/eggzam.html' title='eggzam'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/fZTG8H97akU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-3292723542317496829</id><published>2011-04-24T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T01:15:23.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rMbNcdoFDRs" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get well soon nab!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-3292723542317496829?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/3292723542317496829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=3292723542317496829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/3292723542317496829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/3292723542317496829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/04/nice-song.html' title='nice song.'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rMbNcdoFDRs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-5186691112415583176</id><published>2011-04-16T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T15:31:31.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stereo love</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's healing. But slowly. Every morning, I have to dip it in warm water so that the muscles are soft enough to be moved. Instead of the man who cant be moved, it's the finger that cant be moved. Haha. I'm finally done with the lecture marathon. Went through it with cough and flu accompanying me. I did it. After this week, I realised how much I need to revise my work. Revise revise revise. 15 more days till exams(minus the weekends, just like how Canberra Sec do their O-levels countdown).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7e8a6c45d0bdf914" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7e8a6c45d0bdf914%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331269449%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D31A6205A77363AFA5EF4C0DDE3E2187BEC77A66B.2E4E0BAB01B56AA20FBE12A021FA634B8260F6CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7e8a6c45d0bdf914%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYMBiv3D-WDAKJZiYPNKN9uvGMXI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7e8a6c45d0bdf914%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331269449%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D31A6205A77363AFA5EF4C0DDE3E2187BEC77A66B.2E4E0BAB01B56AA20FBE12A021FA634B8260F6CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7e8a6c45d0bdf914%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYMBiv3D-WDAKJZiYPNKN9uvGMXI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is me by the way. I never tune my guitar. Scared finger pain. It's Stereo Love by Edward Maya I think. I played with my fingers!! It still hurts, but who cares. K. Solow Model is made up of production function and capital function. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing. &lt;br /&gt;My family is very weird you see. My sis, switches on the fan wherever she goes and never switch it off. My mum, always turn on the radio(kitchen and her room) but never turn it off. My dad, turn on the tv in the living room, then went to his room. Me? I switch everything off for them. Waste electricity! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis= Fan girl&lt;br /&gt;Mum= Radio girl&lt;br /&gt;Dad= TV boy&lt;br /&gt;Me= Broken fingerl get it? Broken finger girl. So short form, fingerl. Get it anot???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-5186691112415583176?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/5186691112415583176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=5186691112415583176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/5186691112415583176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/5186691112415583176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/04/stereo-love.html' title='stereo love'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-3019305448770554282</id><published>2011-04-10T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T15:26:41.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go figure or go finger?</title><content type='html'>Hi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a sore throat and a leaking nose. Got menses cramp and a healing finger which hurts when i move it. I like to move it move it. Anymore pain coming my way? Because exams is in one month's time. Exactly one month. First paper on 10May. And i thrive under pressure. Why me? Why now? So how? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT DONE WITH MACRO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is crazy. On Wednesday i have 2workshops. 0830-1500 and 1530-2200. Not only that, i have class everyday. Monday to Friday Friday gotta get down on Friday. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-3019305448770554282?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/3019305448770554282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=3019305448770554282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/3019305448770554282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/3019305448770554282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/04/go-figure-or-go-finger.html' title='Go figure or go finger?'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-6089022556406343400</id><published>2011-04-07T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T15:15:11.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a creep, i'm a weirdo.</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was special. So very special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, check up yesterday was full of emotions. I was almost in tears. But Ruru was there to tell me everything's alright. Emo mode. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buuuuut. Whatever. 2months! First doctor said a few weeks. Now 2 months. So, next check up, will the doctor tell me a few years? Better not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he unwrapped the buddy splint yesterday, it hurt. He unwrapped it like how Ruru unwrapped her fillet-o-fish. K bluff. He was gentle la dey. Oh, Ruru is my distant relative from India. I'm from Malaysia. So, together we are foreign talent! K bluff again. We are Singaporeans. Confirm? Double confirm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my finger. On both my fingers, there were 2sores. Like saw2 only. Kk. The sores are caused by the pressures between the fingers. There were held together for 1 week, so it formed. On the broken finger, I can feel numbness on the skin. The occupational therapist said it will take some time to go away. She also mentioned that some people are lucky and some people are not. When she said that, my heart went dugun dugun(heartbeat sound). Some people might feel pain after the heal, some may not. Since my friends in canoe polo call me May, I hope for 'May not'. Haha. K stupid joke.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, Nab Nab, how can you joke about this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she told me to dip my finger in warm water, exercise it and massage it. It's still swollen. So it needs to exercise to lose weight. Any recommendations for diet pills? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now, my birthday wish is to fully use my finger like how I used to use it before 27 March. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jialing stalked my X-ray pictures in the hospital! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lH7-VuAqKfA/TZ1dpMlFoAI/AAAAAAAABfg/_eWXlilzcaA/s1600/DSC08274.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lH7-VuAqKfA/TZ1dpMlFoAI/AAAAAAAABfg/_eWXlilzcaA/s320/DSC08274.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sore&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-imKH26xfD4k/TZ1f8dFXV0I/AAAAAAAABfk/yTJab0vzJfU/s1600/DSC08276.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-imKH26xfD4k/TZ1f8dFXV0I/AAAAAAAABfk/yTJab0vzJfU/s320/DSC08276.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how much I can bend now&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1XnPb6qIizQ/TZ1gdrZ9HoI/AAAAAAAABfo/dz6ejK3RvF8/s1600/DSC08277.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1XnPb6qIizQ/TZ1gdrZ9HoI/AAAAAAAABfo/dz6ejK3RvF8/s320/DSC08277.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how much I hope it can bend by the end of 2months(it's my right hand duh)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0dBSQnnpBlI/TZ1iuxXn-LI/AAAAAAAABfs/E_J0RC_iPjY/s1600/DSC08272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0dBSQnnpBlI/TZ1iuxXn-LI/AAAAAAAABfs/E_J0RC_iPjY/s320/DSC08272.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My finger got new 'shirt' haha. It's removable. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-6089022556406343400?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/6089022556406343400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=6089022556406343400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/6089022556406343400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/6089022556406343400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-creep-im-weirdo.html' title='i&apos;m a creep, i&apos;m a weirdo.'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lH7-VuAqKfA/TZ1dpMlFoAI/AAAAAAAABfg/_eWXlilzcaA/s72-c/DSC08274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-3720174512946224143</id><published>2011-04-06T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T13:17:33.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>talktothewalls at black cafe</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twins and I went to watch her last night. LIVE! Where? At black coffee.dessert.bar. I really hope she perform somewhere else. Somewhere better. You know why? Yesterday, the 3 of us were queuing to order our drinks. We didnt know the lady in front of us has ordered. So we waited. Then the cashier whipped out her phone and started smsing. Cant she see us standing there? 3 is a crowd right? We stood there waiting for 3mins. Estimation only, I didnt bring a stopwatch. Maybe I will next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when our drinks were ready for collection, I wanted to know which drinks were which. So, I said 'excuse me'. I felt like I'm talking to the walls. Get it? Talktothewalls. She ignored me. :( But after a while the other staff responded. Ok. Maybe they were busy. The 3 of us worked as waitresses before. A waitress is much more busy than a kopi maker. We have to take order, walk around, deliver food, clear table, wipe and set the table. You know right? So, if a customer wants your attention and you are busy, what must you do? a) Nod and acknowledge them b) Let them talk to the walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she got neck injury. Who knows? Oh, maybe yesterday's night theme was black face. That's why she never smile. Okla. I'm like directing to the only female working there. But, I'm just telling my experience. Don't fire her please. Ok. I better stop. Move on to dessert and drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed the valrhona dark chocolate tart. The chocolate was so creamy, once you bite it, your whole teeth will be filled with the chocolate. Really. Try biting it and say, Cheeeeeeese. Then the carrot cake. I think its too spongy. But the twins finished it. The drinks...I prefer honey milk tea without pearl. Haha. Oklah. Not bad la. Maybe I chose the wrong drink. We ordered blueberry lemon and raspberry banana and some kopi. Ok la. Not bad la. Wait, I typed that twice already. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Like writing a review only. First time siol. Haha. I got inspired la. Kk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performance. No comments. K bluff. She was good lor. Just like in her videos. My favourite song last night performed acoustically, without autotune is...FRIDAY! Haha. Can't believe she did that. I didn't record eh. Hope she makes a cover and put on youtube. Power. Party and party and YEAH. I was half-expecting her friends to punch their fists up in the air and 'yeah' along. But no. Haha. Ok. It was a good live show, really. Applause. But. I cant clap. Finger broken what. So, like what Yenzhen mentioned, I 'lipsync' my clap. Next time I want to autotune my clap too. K nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's one of the many youtubers who influence me to play guitar. I still remember when my friend showed me her video, I was still learning zombie. You know, Em, C, G, D chords. Haha. Kental. Then I saw her Burning up video by Jo Bros, when it hit me. Cheh Cheh, hit me seh. Haha. I want to play like her lor. Then I watched youtube videos on how to play power chords lor. 2 years later, I broke my finger and cant play liao lor. Haha. Sad story. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K enough. I want to do accounting. Later got check up at Khoo Teck Phuat. Norusha's coming with me! I'm so excited, I'm so excited. Party and Party and YEAH! FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="323" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TexunpQ6E7c?hd=1" title="YouTube video player" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her. YEAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-3720174512946224143?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/3720174512946224143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=3720174512946224143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/3720174512946224143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/3720174512946224143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/04/talktothewalls-at-black-cafe.html' title='talktothewalls at black cafe'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TexunpQ6E7c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-6434695282778303641</id><published>2011-04-03T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T23:43:49.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cn to the blue</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch them play live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I cant stop watching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="323" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vCWaRDG17fM" title="YouTube video player" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="323" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SmmDhapBQm4" title="YouTube video player" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="323" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Swl7KlYCFtI" title="YouTube video player" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready N Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="323" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SOjTycyGaQk" title="YouTube video player" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="323" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TBJY8dUyJWA" title="YouTube video player" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Girl (My favourite!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="323" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Xu8P6ybhXGY" title="YouTube video player" width="520"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woetoriya [listen to the bass played by Jungshin. so nice. (close eyes)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to ESAP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-6434695282778303641?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/6434695282778303641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=6434695282778303641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/6434695282778303641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/6434695282778303641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/04/cn-to-blue.html' title='cn to the blue'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vCWaRDG17fM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-7997916864653555837</id><published>2011-04-03T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T01:26:14.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bow chicka wow wow</title><content type='html'>Hi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatchu gonna say. Lacha lacha ta ta. Di di dari du. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corporate finance just now was too fast and furious. We still got 6more hours of lecture later. Yes on a Sunday afternoon. What to eat tomoz eh? The school canteen won't be open. See how la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my fingernails! Initially asked my sis to do it for me. But she dug my nail instead. So painful. I already lost a finger dont want to lose another one. Once broken considered sold ok. Cant wait for Wednesday. I want to see the progress of my finger. I tell you. Writing with right hand is so tiring. I keep on taking a nap every time i study. At this rate i wont be able to finish my revision. It's all my fault. So much for wanting to quarantine myself. And this is what happen. Be careful what you wish for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-7997916864653555837?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/7997916864653555837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=7997916864653555837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/7997916864653555837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/7997916864653555837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/04/bow-chicka-wow-wow.html' title='bow chicka wow wow'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-721570651037138500</id><published>2011-04-01T14:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T14:05:54.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April's fool joke.</title><content type='html'>Hi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it great/awesome/shiok if my broken finger is giving me an April fool joke. Like when i wake tomoz morning, the bandage unwrap itself and I can move my finger again. And there'll be a note saying Hi Nab, happy April fool. And a smiley face. Haha. Ok la. Its not a joke ok. My captain and Ammarah thought it's a joke. I believe in karma. Haha. Maybe i can try making a joke out of this next year. But now, better rest before the whole finger drop off. Norusha will be happier if it does. Haha. You know i feel like an attention seeker talking about my finger every now and then. Some people will be like, oh. Come on. It's just a finger. Not your whole hand Haha. So i think i better stop la eh. Ah ah siol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-721570651037138500?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/721570651037138500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=721570651037138500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/721570651037138500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/721570651037138500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/04/aprils-fool-joke.html' title='April&apos;s fool joke.'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-1187483444153992608</id><published>2011-03-30T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T19:17:20.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ouchhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R4voTS9OgC0/TZMLfB9cyII/AAAAAAAABfU/-LB76x0bi10/s1600/DSC08271.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R4voTS9OgC0/TZMLfB9cyII/AAAAAAAABfU/-LB76x0bi10/s320/DSC08271.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi. This is my left hand. As you can see, 2 of the fingers, are wrapped. Like subway wraps. Haha. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5si32V71tc/TZML9HeVIeI/AAAAAAAABfY/e6VNTT5CP80/s1600/DSC08267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5si32V71tc/TZML9HeVIeI/AAAAAAAABfY/e6VNTT5CP80/s320/DSC08267.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know you can read. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NYkHs_md_2U/TZMMkT8fR1I/AAAAAAAABfc/AO38-tSs_w8/s1600/DSC08268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NYkHs_md_2U/TZMMkT8fR1I/AAAAAAAABfc/AO38-tSs_w8/s320/DSC08268.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My fingers again. I hope this is not a gang sign. I don't want to get arrested. And no, I'm not trying to point middle finger either.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;So, now you can see. I'm not suppose to take it out till 6 of April. I'll be having a check-up on that day. Who wants to accompany me? Haha. Fine, I'll go myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-1187483444153992608?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/1187483444153992608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=1187483444153992608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/1187483444153992608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/1187483444153992608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/03/ouchhhhhhh.html' title='ouchhhhhhh'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R4voTS9OgC0/TZMLfB9cyII/AAAAAAAABfU/-LB76x0bi10/s72-c/DSC08271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-230073758093142496</id><published>2011-03-29T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T00:03:34.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fractured</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my finger is broken lor. Spoil already. The middle base of it is a bit fractured. See, never mess with a ball. Haha. Just like what the video mentioned, my finger is in a buddy splint. So cute. It looks happier stuck to my middle finger. Whatever. Time to practice writing using my right hand. Doctor said it will take a few weeks to recover. I hope it recovers fast. Yeah man! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-230073758093142496?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/230073758093142496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=230073758093142496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/230073758093142496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/230073758093142496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/03/fractured.html' title='fractured'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-3518109292065931974</id><published>2011-03-28T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T14:59:32.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broken</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I googled on how to know if my finger is broken. Andddddddd, according to the vast researches I've done, I want to cry...............:((((((((((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, they asked, if there are bruises. Yes, there is.&lt;br /&gt;Second, if it hurts when I move it. Yes, it does.&lt;br /&gt;Third, if there's swelling. Yes, there is.&lt;br /&gt;(i watched howcast on youtube)&lt;br /&gt;HOWWWWWWWWWW??????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to cryyyyyy. So painful. I'm not strong at resisting pain. Ok. So tonight, I must see the doctor. Must tell my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I can write eh. I did some accounting just now. HOWWWWWWWWWWWWW???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS IT BROKEN OR NOT. PLEASE DONT BE BROKEN CAN? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. EXAMS COMING EHHHH. I CANT WRITE WITH MY RIGHT HANDDDDDD. HOWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO CRYYYYYYY. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-3518109292065931974?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/3518109292065931974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=3518109292065931974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/3518109292065931974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/3518109292065931974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/03/broken.html' title='broken'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-5565144460616609155</id><published>2011-03-28T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T02:07:50.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnn</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurt my left pointing finger while warming up just now. It got hit by a superhard ball thrown with a strong force by a friend of mine who has exerted much power in passing the ball to me. As for me, I put my hand out trying to reach the ball knowing that I cant catch it but raised my hand just enough to let the passing ball hit my finger with such great force. And now, I cant play guitar. Ok. That's not the main concern, I cant write. I haven try writing yet. So far, the only thing I could do was typing, like now and pointing. Now, my left finger is bloated as compared to the right one. It hurts alot as Im typing now. Feels like gout. Minus the throbbing pain. OUCHHHHHH. You know? That feeling. I cant bend my finger. How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll post the picture tomoz.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway again, we're done with canoe polo. We lost ok. But, I can see that from the last competition, we are much more composed. We attacked more than we defended now(for the last game especially). We managed to scare some people(I think, maybe, maybe not, who knows,whatever). We got possession most of the time, we seemed possessed too, in a bad way. We didnt talk? Got la, but, not much. But I can see everyone's trying to talk more in the game. I think we never talk because we got possessed lor. Haha. K bluff. As for me, I feel that I have more confidence in holding the ball. But....when people come to drive me, I will panic! at the disco. How? Just sing along lor. Haha. I dont know why but I cant seem to analyze game as well as my team mates do. Like my team-mates, they can talk with details about our game play. I think, I need to more alert. Ya. Maybe it's just me. I'm born this way. My mama told me when I was young, we all are born superstars. But, I dont feel like it leh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after the tough battle we fought, we went Kallang to put back our weapons and armours. And, we went to paddle again. Only 3 of us. Cool or what. With my painful pointing finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Bahri was there and he gave usssssss brownies made not from butter, but canola oil! So healthy. Next time he better bring briyani for us. Haha. What a nice old man. Everytime I talk about him to my father, he got jealous. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at night, Ammarah was depressed. What's new? We met and ate ice-cream. Haha. Poor girl. Cheer up&amp;nbsp; man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-5565144460616609155?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/5565144460616609155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=5565144460616609155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/5565144460616609155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/5565144460616609155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/03/paiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnn.html' title='paiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnn'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-3179602847211900339</id><published>2011-03-25T14:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:42:14.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it the look in your eyes? or is it this dancing juice?</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to marry you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Monday to Friday, I've been studying corporate finance, wanting to finish it. Also, from Monday to Friday(Friday! Friday! Friday! Party and Party and YEAH!), I've been going out in the evening. Let me recount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Accompanied cousin to eat at Thai Express. The new manager didnt give me discount, so I guess, I've been terminated? I didnt tell them I wanted to resign. They volunteeringly 'fire' me. Well done. Great initiative guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Rugby team dinner. Supposed to be their annual general meeting. But we weren't listening but played games instead. Goodbye rugby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Went out with Ryan to make sure he get a job. But ended up walking around and going to the library where I studied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Prabu's last day in Singapore. So sad. I cant believe he wants to be a monk. All the Thai Express people came except for Fadhil. It's ok. We can go out again next time. I really miss working with you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Later, I'm going to have dinner with Huiwen and Weiqi. Like long time no see only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vat is this. Everynight go out. No more money already. Anyway, next week there'll be ESAP workshop. So, I guess, I better be more hardworking since the workshop is starting. Exams in less than 6weeks. OMGay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0nO6b3_INrI/TYwy8Z8qaoI/AAAAAAAABfA/HSE6ZaFY7wg/s1600/DSC08257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0nO6b3_INrI/TYwy8Z8qaoI/AAAAAAAABfA/HSE6ZaFY7wg/s320/DSC08257.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-z8FP8fMHSE8/TYwz2yMjiCI/AAAAAAAABfE/06RFvs-zBoE/s1600/DSC08259.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-z8FP8fMHSE8/TYwz2yMjiCI/AAAAAAAABfE/06RFvs-zBoE/s320/DSC08259.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deve and Jasmine. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oAy090TnKlo/TYw0Ue2ubTI/AAAAAAAABfI/uM_twppz_FQ/s1600/DSC08255.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oAy090TnKlo/TYw0Ue2ubTI/AAAAAAAABfI/uM_twppz_FQ/s320/DSC08255.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shahira and Ryan&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6QjmAPY-yXY/TYw04g0TKwI/AAAAAAAABfM/rY6TiMYoTlg/s1600/DSC08256.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6QjmAPY-yXY/TYw04g0TKwI/AAAAAAAABfM/rY6TiMYoTlg/s320/DSC08256.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Hasina and Prabu&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bJOB5wFo_6I/TYw1hjOp_fI/AAAAAAAABfQ/SSjBYWkwyQc/s1600/DSC08258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bJOB5wFo_6I/TYw1hjOp_fI/AAAAAAAABfQ/SSjBYWkwyQc/s320/DSC08258.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodbye Prabu. Hasina, let's have steamboat soon! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Go read xiaxue's blog. She exposed this guy called Peter Coffin. I know it through Ray William Johnson from =3. Haha. Power. Ok. Back to accounting. BORINGGGGGG. I dont know where to start seh. K.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-3179602847211900339?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/3179602847211900339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=3179602847211900339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/3179602847211900339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/3179602847211900339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/03/is-it-look-in-your-eyes-or-is-it-this.html' title='is it the look in your eyes? or is it this dancing juice?'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0nO6b3_INrI/TYwy8Z8qaoI/AAAAAAAABfA/HSE6ZaFY7wg/s72-c/DSC08257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-4793113638158769223</id><published>2011-03-20T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T01:15:31.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you go girls</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's fly. We can do it. Do it safe. Whatever it is, just move forward. k thanks bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeee examssss coming nearerrrrrrrrrrrrrr. howwwwwwwwwwwww. i haven finish cffffffffffffffffffffffff. still got poaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. macroooooooooooooooo. esapppppppppppppp. why am i typing like thisssssssssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;howwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont be scared ok. Clam down or calm down? go sleep better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-4793113638158769223?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/4793113638158769223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=4793113638158769223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/4793113638158769223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/4793113638158769223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-go-girls.html' title='you go girls'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-5664122876263444178</id><published>2011-03-14T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T00:58:18.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy laaaaaaaaa</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the canoe polo girls and i went for an EXPEDITION! k bluff. Let's start again. Today, the canoe polo girls and i went training. We trained with the guys. So, judging from the training, i think we are as strong as them now. hahahaaaa. k bluff again. we did bracing siolz.&amp;nbsp;so scary. we can&amp;nbsp;panic till take out helmet one. haha. speaking of which, we did helmet roll and&amp;nbsp;hair band roll yesterday. it works man. try it. oh...nor lent me her paddle. so light, like coke light! love light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;After training.....i met ryan(riana) and fadhil(christina fadhilera). we wanted to go ktv but too expensive since we are jobless now. so we headed to sakura and ate some food. and went to waterfront. so fun. we&amp;nbsp;gave that place an acronym. which is WTF. waterfront. yeah man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;at WTF, we played guitar and sang. today's song is the lazy song. ya know? exams are here, but i dont feel like doing aaaanything. k. enjoy the video la ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d10c90f0dbaeefab" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd10c90f0dbaeefab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331269449%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3F8F287B9C00D30D990AC0EA9F2060A715E52ED0.766D3AE6CA70D107432F1E405B4A9FB8C8386983%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd10c90f0dbaeefab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEbqiclOPo-_xUUzcyRMQ5gVk1N8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd10c90f0dbaeefab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331269449%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3F8F287B9C00D30D990AC0EA9F2060A715E52ED0.766D3AE6CA70D107432F1E405B4A9FB8C8386983%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd10c90f0dbaeefab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEbqiclOPo-_xUUzcyRMQ5gVk1N8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think you can see fadhil and ryan only. fadhil is on the left, ryan, right. In case you didnt notice, there's a person in the middle, that's me. too dark, cant see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-5664122876263444178?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/5664122876263444178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=5664122876263444178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/5664122876263444178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/5664122876263444178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/03/lazy-laaaaaaaaa.html' title='lazy laaaaaaaaa'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-6421879282546966136</id><published>2011-03-10T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T23:50:07.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my ex-haunted lover</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That movie is so confusing. Scary scenes not so scary. One moment you thought it was the ghost, but actually it was a prank pulled by her friends. Another moment you thought it was really the ghost, the next moment, she woke up from a dream. One moment she died, next moment she was alive. Then at the last moment, got this random rocker wannabe looking at a picture frame. VAT IS THIS???!!! Hi Diana and Nadiah. I rate this movie 2 out of 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm done with prelims. Up next is exams in May. What a rollercoaster ride! So exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now we did paddle roll without a spray skirt. I thought I was going to fail, but didnt. Haha. But handroll, cannot come up seh. And it's a small world. I made 2 new friends just now who have mutual friend with me each. Everytime I work there, I see/do/whatever something new. WOW. Kbye. STUDY!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-6421879282546966136?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/6421879282546966136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=6421879282546966136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/6421879282546966136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/6421879282546966136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-ex-haunted-lover.html' title='my ex-haunted lover'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-4269051749691938980</id><published>2011-03-08T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T16:26:00.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tears in heaven</title><content type='html'>hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to learn that song after exams. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love corporate finance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-4269051749691938980?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/4269051749691938980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=4269051749691938980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/4269051749691938980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/4269051749691938980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/03/tears-in-heaven.html' title='tears in heaven'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-5378550320265464787</id><published>2011-03-07T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T16:22:18.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopped</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping on friday with ammarah and ifa. bought something for adik and myself. now my adik has more reasons to love me. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday marked one year of su and i playing rugby. last year this date, we first touch the rugby ball during the rugby clinic together with diana and yenzhen who both left us. Now, a year later, i think im still the same eh. scared of being tackled and all. but yesterday, all my&amp;nbsp;trouble seemed so far away. haha. i got to play eh.&amp;nbsp;surprised? noone forget that im their team mate. haha. i managed to tackle 2 person down. so brave. i know right. felt good too you know. like boom then&amp;nbsp;thud and whee, the ball is ours. you know? haha. and i played without my mouth guard, thinking that i will be the linesman for the full match. whatever la nab. complain complain.&amp;nbsp;enough about me, i think our team played well. just that we dont have enough practice. and also stamina. they looked so tired yesterday. there's nothing i could do but offer water right? the other team, whatever their name is, was much faster. they sprinted so fast. faster than my mum. hahaha. k bluff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, last&amp;nbsp;match this wednesday. after that, goodbye. it was nice playing rugby. maybe&amp;nbsp;i really need to consider malay dance seriously. gelek sana gelek sini. golek boleh? haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-5378550320265464787?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/5378550320265464787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=5378550320265464787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/5378550320265464787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/5378550320265464787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/03/shopped.html' title='shopped'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-8397250409901793911</id><published>2011-03-04T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T09:47:05.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin Bieber got a girlfriend and it's not me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boohoo. Sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a bruise on my knee. So pain. How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin Bieber got a girlfriend while I got a bruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the connection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up too early today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont feel like P.Diddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expected to wake up at 12 or 1pm. But seems like my body is too accustomed to me waking up early and not sleeping much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rugby training last night was another brutal day. Ok la. Not as brutal as last time. But still, people can break bones. That's why I always buy milk after training. Haha. Doubt it helps in strengthening my bones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I doing this to myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better stop all this brutal treatment to my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I can throw rugby ball better, but the tackling part is just too scary. Not to mention, painful. And more painful without a bra pad. K. K. Maybe I'll play leisurely. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, I must feel at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I dont feel at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel more like a guest than a member of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand what I'm saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand anot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to play guitar like Elvis Presley. Kiiiiiiiing Creoooooooole! GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, 6March is hahahahha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-8397250409901793911?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/8397250409901793911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=8397250409901793911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/8397250409901793911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/8397250409901793911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/03/hi.html' title='hi'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-1826539318511613168</id><published>2011-03-02T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T23:28:41.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>born this way</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I copied this from a friend's status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE IS LIKE FACEBOOK. PEOPLE WILL LIKE YOUR PROBLEMS AND COMMENTS, BUT NO ONE WILL SOLVE THEM BECAUSE EVERYONE IS BUSY UPDATING THEIRS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true lor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-1826539318511613168?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/1826539318511613168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=1826539318511613168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/1826539318511613168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/1826539318511613168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/03/born-this-way.html' title='born this way'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-268342789002073694</id><published>2011-02-28T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T22:41:58.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>study esap asap</title><content type='html'>Hello again once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I have prelims tomoz. Im taking this prelims too lightly. This is not good. What's worse, I'm going to work at Jbac in the morning. So I'll have to rush down to school after that. Even worse, my colleague told me the boat's engine's cooling water is hot enough to boil maggie mee. What if it explodes? Die lor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-268342789002073694?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/268342789002073694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=268342789002073694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/268342789002073694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/268342789002073694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/02/study-esap-asap.html' title='study esap asap'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-5903617928436912829</id><published>2011-02-26T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T22:43:20.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whacked</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be studying macro. I slept the whole afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's training was the most brutal training I guess. My team mates are improving. Oh wait. Who are my team mates? Only a few left. Brutal. Why? Because we are whacking each other with the balls and paddles. I got a little cute scar on my nose. Should have worn my helmet. Whatever. Go us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cant throw properly. :( booooo loser&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-5903617928436912829?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/5903617928436912829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=5903617928436912829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/5903617928436912829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/5903617928436912829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/02/whacked.html' title='whacked'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-8757147658235640861</id><published>2011-02-25T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T00:22:54.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ready or not?</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelims are next week only! And surprise! I'm not done with revision. Ok. This is not a laughing matter. But, this is only the prelims what. I'm not ready for the real thing, yet. So far,&amp;nbsp; I did a little of accounting and most part of ESAP. I'm starting Macro tonight. As for CF, haiz. I will start maybe on Sunday. I really can't wait for exams to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? Last week, no, last last week, the canoe polo girls and I went to Batam! Cool right? I know right. We went to cable-ski eh. It's not snow-ski, but cable-ski. Batam got no snow ok. Go google it. It was really exciting. But also scary. Whatever. We had fun. We got a chance to ride on motorbike too. Haha. Too fun to type it in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, apart from all the excitement, a few of my friends are leaving Singapore to further their studies. 4 people eh. But I think all of them are heading to the same country, Australia. What's so good there huh? SO rich huh? Haha. I'm jealous la ok. All the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new best friend! Best friend = MP3. My Sony Walkman has been replaced with (my mum's) Samsung MP3! Haha. From 1GB to 2GB. I'm going to return my mum her mp3 back once I got more money to buy ipod classic. Why classic? Because I'm a classy person. Cheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else to update eh. Oh work. I'm not going back to Thai Express anymore. But my name is still in the database. Haha. That means, I can still get discounts if I dine there. Power. Currently, I'm working part-time at Jbac lor. As safety boat driver. What to do. Need money what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la. Till I feel like blogging. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait! I got a new favourite song. The song is not new, but I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="311" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/__OZ78ZqZ-M" title="YouTube video player" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-8757147658235640861?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/8757147658235640861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=8757147658235640861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/8757147658235640861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/8757147658235640861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/02/ready-or-not.html' title='ready or not?'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/__OZ78ZqZ-M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-2944632157671818533</id><published>2011-02-08T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T00:45:44.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eh hi</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year to the Chinese people out there, in there and over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been working for 2weeks already. Freedom eh. Haha. Last week I met up with Ryan and Fadhil to negotiate with our new understanding manager who is number 2 in Singapore as quoted by himself. But we failed. While planning on what to say to him, we saw....HASINA! Wow, her tummy is getting bigger, but she's still so skinny. I can tell that we miss being under her supervision, her care and all. She treated us just like her own daughter and sons. Haiz. I still remember, she made me one bottle of ice chocolate. So nice. Now no more. No more showering of love from her. Ok. This is too sad. If I carry on, I might cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after those meetings, my family and I went to Kota Tinggi Waterfall. It's so dangerous. My sis kept on slipping because of the slippery rocks. My mum, kept on sleeping somewhere. Haha. Picturesss below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TVAZV4UBr8I/AAAAAAAABek/Ew2FUjZa8PY/s1600/DSC08093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TVAZV4UBr8I/AAAAAAAABek/Ew2FUjZa8PY/s320/DSC08093.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, is this superman or spiderman in superman's clothing? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TVAZujxJKRI/AAAAAAAABeo/s38ry4EadUA/s1600/DSC08094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TVAZujxJKRI/AAAAAAAABeo/s38ry4EadUA/s320/DSC08094.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess which one is the real mannequin.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TVAaIMr-RoI/AAAAAAAABes/cfhN__TY5Q4/s1600/DSC08098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TVAaIMr-RoI/AAAAAAAABes/cfhN__TY5Q4/s320/DSC08098.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kota Tinggi Waterfall Resort&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TVAdAve6rSI/AAAAAAAABew/WsFEGumJT3o/s1600/DSC08108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TVAdAve6rSI/AAAAAAAABew/WsFEGumJT3o/s320/DSC08108.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waterfall, falling on people's head&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TVAdrhOZNDI/AAAAAAAABe0/eU2K8IUvPYc/s1600/DSC08113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TVAdrhOZNDI/AAAAAAAABe0/eU2K8IUvPYc/s320/DSC08113.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The climb&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TVAeK4wjaoI/AAAAAAAABe4/VUoUqE8vpY8/s1600/DSC08114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TVAeK4wjaoI/AAAAAAAABe4/VUoUqE8vpY8/s320/DSC08114.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So dangerous.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TVAgFuort2I/AAAAAAAABe8/lP_bNxsOl_c/s1600/DSC08118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TVAgFuort2I/AAAAAAAABe8/lP_bNxsOl_c/s320/DSC08118.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;More waterfallz&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Oh. Just now Bucks played a friendly 15s game. My first time playing in a game! Wow. Now that I understood the game better, I feel like whacking everyone in the opposition. Haha. Yala. All talk no action. Standing on the field and sitting in front of the computer is different. I admit I was scared to make tackles. Ok. This Saturday, if I'm playing, I'm going to grab some people. But...scary eh. Okok. I can do it. But..... Shut up Nab.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-2944632157671818533?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/2944632157671818533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=2944632157671818533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/2944632157671818533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/2944632157671818533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/02/eh-hi.html' title='eh hi'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TVAZV4UBr8I/AAAAAAAABek/Ew2FUjZa8PY/s72-c/DSC08093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-3568249293586693892</id><published>2011-02-02T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T13:23:08.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im still alive</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long long since I last updated. I think the last time I blogged was way back in 1975 when police still wore shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I HATE THE NEW MANAGEMENT TEAM IN THAI EXPRESS SUN PLAZA. You know why? Because, they are so understanding, that they dont allow me to work during CNY. You know why? Because I'm paid $6 per hour and they think its quite high, so to save on labour cost(which means, dont let Nab or her friends work), I'm not working. And, you know what? When asked for schedule, I gave out 5 days that I can work, and, the new manager let me work for 3hours on Thursday. SO, it's like I earn $18 for that whole week. How to survive? I dont want to eat Ananas $2.50 Nasi Lemak everyday you know. There are only Set A, B and C. Boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I find it no point arguing back or stating our stand because the manager is unreasonable. &lt;b&gt;Unreasonabubble&lt;/b&gt; can? He promised us this and that, but, nothing happened. He likes to tell us about his life story. Saying how successful he is and that he is ranked number 2 in Singapore. Bla bla bla. And that he was head hunted by the number 1 chef in Singapore. Good for you la ok. I'm happy. But since you are number 2, cant you increase the sales in Thai Express without reducing the labour cost. How about increasing the sales? How about cutting your pay? Haha. Cheh cheh. I know its not easy. But&amp;nbsp; we as students need to spend money so we can dye our hair. No la, buy textbooks and print notes, socialise with friends like eating prata after training. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Enough. I MISS MIKE AND HASINA AND ALL THE PEOPLE WHOM I WORKED WITH IN THAI EXPRESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how's life Nab?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last last week, the canoe polo girls and boys went for competition! Great experience, makes me want to be better or as good as those people. On the swimming pool, you never know when you are going to capsize or being pushed. It's like we have to be on high alert everytime we get the ball. But, everytime I got the ball, I fumble. I need to buy new hands. Haha. Congratz to the winners, and train harder for the non-winners. We can do better girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things I want to type, but, I better stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TUjmsB4GRII/AAAAAAAABeM/8bwXVIsknZs/s1600/DSC08058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TUjmsB4GRII/AAAAAAAABeM/8bwXVIsknZs/s320/DSC08058.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is me BTW.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TUjnHiGSKXI/AAAAAAAABeQ/9Bvs0n_9lO8/s1600/DSC08061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TUjnHiGSKXI/AAAAAAAABeQ/9Bvs0n_9lO8/s320/DSC08061.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;At JB. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TUjnmlqFmhI/AAAAAAAABeU/hV4oEv2GCBc/s1600/DSC08070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TUjnmlqFmhI/AAAAAAAABeU/hV4oEv2GCBc/s320/DSC08070.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nando's. I dont like it. Serving is too little. Cant fill half my tummy. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TUjoR7IYk-I/AAAAAAAABeY/N_dFCci5bQc/s1600/DSC08079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TUjoR7IYk-I/AAAAAAAABeY/N_dFCci5bQc/s320/DSC08079.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Items we bought there. I got a mini speaker!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TUjmCBqbfxI/AAAAAAAABeI/H7cSSWqE3Rw/s1600/DSC08082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TUjmCBqbfxI/AAAAAAAABeI/H7cSSWqE3Rw/s320/DSC08082.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spider I saw at home. So big. I'm going to name it, Spyder. Cool. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Prelims are around the corner, lurking somewhere waiting to devour me. I hate accounting still. I dyed my hair red. And my hair is showing its true colours. Not red, its curling back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-3568249293586693892?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/3568249293586693892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=3568249293586693892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/3568249293586693892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/3568249293586693892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-still-alive.html' title='im still alive'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TUjmsB4GRII/AAAAAAAABeM/8bwXVIsknZs/s72-c/DSC08058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-7017039857430846370</id><published>2011-01-01T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T17:39:49.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year?</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year. Are you happy that its new year? Im excited for this new year because its new and i like anything new and wrapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's 2010?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la. Not bad. I met cool people in that year. People whom I never i expect to meet. I did things I never expect myself to do. But did it anyway. Some of the things, are good, some are not. I played 2 new sports. Like rugby and canoe polo. I worked in 3 different jobs in a year. Waitress, safety boat driver and telemarketer. I love Bruno Mars. because we want to be a billionaire so freaking bad. we are amazing just the way we are and we love to catch grenades during our free times. Oh, new school. different environment but same companions to make me feel at home. some of us got separated. but we always make a point to meet everytime. i miss waitheng. After poly, im missing more and more of my secondary school friends. we didnt meet much last year right? all were busy with their own things. even the new year too. i want to see you all. as for members, stop postponing our outing can anot? haha 3 times already. but its ok. we got the whole year this year to meet and have fun. thai express colleagues, last night was awesome. even though poor deve blaine had to wait for us. haha. it ended up pretty gross, but we had fun right. to ammarah, dont sink in too much to your kpop and jpop stuffs. its not healthy you know. to my one and only sis in the world(like rihanna's song only), study well this year and get great O-level results(deve too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go to work in an hour's time. i have to work lesser and study more. exams are in may. last paper on 23 may. so long. cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-7017039857430846370?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/7017039857430846370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=7017039857430846370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/7017039857430846370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/7017039857430846370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year?'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-3652173003631481684</id><published>2010-12-24T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T00:53:24.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>helloz</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24dec now. Christmas the next day! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this week, I did nothing except a bit of accounting, work and sleeping. I must do more of studying and lesser of playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, OG4 and I went to....HARD ROCK HOTEL! Cool ke per. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, halfway through the fun, I left for a friendly at TP. Wow, TP is so inaccessible. It's like at the end of the world. I wonder how the students go there everyday. But the school is nice. Nicer than SIM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendly was fun? The team mates were so nervous. But the moment the referee blew the whistle, nothing can stop them. Haha. They paddle paddle all the way, oh what fun it is to ride on a one man closed kayak, HEY! Jingle bell Jingle bell jingle all the way. Oops. Got carried away. Anyway, I honestly think we were not so bad. But we can do better. Haha. Go us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, back to Hard Rock. Eh I really like the pictures that they hanged on the walls. Pictures of musicians. The decoration of the place is filled with musical notes and different kind of guitars. So nice la. Got Jonas Brothers! Next time I visit there, I want to buy something from the rock shop. I didnt have the chance to step inside. Wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's enough. Happy Belated Birthday Nadzirah and IBU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-3652173003631481684?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/3652173003631481684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=3652173003631481684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/3652173003631481684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/3652173003631481684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2010/12/helloz.html' title='helloz'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-532153315667710774</id><published>2010-12-16T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T00:46:36.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TQjqcZGNt-I/AAAAAAAABd0/jY0rtOBrFyI/s1600/DSC07547.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TQjqcZGNt-I/AAAAAAAABd0/jY0rtOBrFyI/s320/DSC07547.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When a Nab loves a woman. FUNNY OR WHAT. I found this at a karaoke lounge in Chinatown. Fadhil, Ryan and I went there to have fun last wednesday. Both of them can really sing a duet lor. Let's go again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TQjsQjUS1hI/AAAAAAAABd8/MoFs5bTRCZA/s1600/DSC07565.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TQjsQjUS1hI/AAAAAAAABd8/MoFs5bTRCZA/s320/DSC07565.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deve Blaine. On that day, we had indian food in thai express. So versatile. Haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TQjszA8wZqI/AAAAAAAABeA/wVZ8BxX50TA/s1600/DSC07562.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TQjszA8wZqI/AAAAAAAABeA/wVZ8BxX50TA/s320/DSC07562.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This was taken at Ochard by Ruru. Live Laugh and Love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TQjqcZGNt-I/AAAAAAAABd0/jY0rtOBrFyI/s1600/DSC07547.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TQjrf4gRRFI/AAAAAAAABd4/O9U2vgz1A-g/s1600/DSC07559.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TQjrf4gRRFI/AAAAAAAABd4/O9U2vgz1A-g/s320/DSC07559.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Ruru.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today. I learnt how to say Monday to Sunday in Tamil! Let me recap(but I dont know how to spell).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tingle, Savai, ?????,&amp;nbsp; Vialen, Velli, Sanni, Nyeiren. Ok, i forgot what is Wednesday. I vaguely remember that it starts with V. I'll ask my colleagues again. Haha. I want to learn how to speak Tamil. Yeah man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nandri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-532153315667710774?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/532153315667710774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=532153315667710774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/532153315667710774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/532153315667710774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-nab-loves-woman.html' title=''/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TQjqcZGNt-I/AAAAAAAABd0/jY0rtOBrFyI/s72-c/DSC07547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-3270339191570771801</id><published>2010-12-15T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T01:12:12.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was crazy. Had to hand in 2 assignments. Guess what? I forgot to hand in both assignments. Loser. On Thursday I had class from 830am to 1130am, 12pm to 3pm and 7pm to 10pm. So, in between I had 4 hours break. What did I do? I went to the library and did some schoolwork.&amp;nbsp; All alone, with my mp3. It's very cosy. Actually, I quite like it. I wont get distracted lor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thai Express employed a new part-timer! Which means, I have a new friend! Haha. And, it's a she! Which means, more girl power! Yeah! CN to the Blue, that's right. Love Love Love. Everybody clap clap clap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I have a favourite song now. It's One in a million by Neyo. I saw an acoustic cover by a girl. The way she played the guitar was so cool. She hammered it seh. I tried doing it with my guitar, but....no sound was produced except thudding sound. Loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and, the cp girls and I took swimming test yesterday. People at this age take driving test, I take swimming test. Haiz. Anyway, all of us passed! I learnt how to thread water. For the test, we were required to swim 50m, thread water for 3mins and drown proof for 1min. I was out of breath most of the time. And, never in my life, I swam 50metres without stopping. I tell you, it was so exhausting, your whole body feels like jelly. But I felt like I accomplished something. I want to swim more often. It's cool to swim. Haha.Who wants to swim with me? If not, I can buy some fishes from market and swim with them. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CF test today was manageable. Jac and I wrote a note each for the teacher for question 2. Mine went like this,"I dont know how to do, sir". Jac's went something like, "Actually, I dont understand what I'm writing". Cool or what? Haha. If you ever need a table, please go ikea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friends not only hold your hands but touch your heart. You guys made my heart boil. But I forgive you. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-3270339191570771801?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/3270339191570771801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=3270339191570771801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/3270339191570771801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/3270339191570771801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-4969856925183806354</id><published>2010-12-08T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T00:48:19.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week i worked too much that i decided to take a rest and do some schoolwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my left hand is spoiling soon. The wrist hurts. At work, I carry tray with my left hand. It hurts sometimes. During gym, I cant do wrist curl. Solution: Counterpain cream. Yes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sick since last week. It started with the yellow ginger tofu from thai express. I realise i dont eat any tofu except for that tofu. You know, opposite us Coffee Bean selling gingerbread man. But in thai express we sell yellow ginger chicken rice. Haha. Both got ginger. But taste so different. I'm feeling better anyway. No need to worry or make get well soon card for me. Dont visit me with a bouquet of flowers too. I'm ok. Thanks for your concern. (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I made a new pair of glasses. My colleague helped me choose and i approved it. Yeah man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rugby training just now was fun. Lesser people are coming for training. I guess they have their own commitments. We did tacklings, passings and played a game of touch. I'm still scared of being tackled. You know, what if i land wrongly and hurt my friends. But so far so good. Must be daring ya know. My fingers on my left hand got whacked by the ball. And my left palm got scratched by one of them. See, my left hand is at risk. Haha. Next time I have to wear hand guard. Or worse. Hand brace. Choi. Choy. Typing about brace, last Sunday, we were asked to do high brace. Guess what? I capsized, tried doing hand roll twice and failed to upright myself. So I ejected lor. Haiz. Need to practice again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...I SAW SOMEONE I DIDNT EXPECT TO SEE AT KALLANG PONTOON. haha. The person was so lucky to see me. Haha. Let's meeeeet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-4969856925183806354?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/4969856925183806354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=4969856925183806354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/4969856925183806354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/4969856925183806354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2010/12/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-5579112408121468855</id><published>2010-11-23T22:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T22:43:45.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to calculate the surface area of Thai Express floor, I think I swept 647kilometre square of that outlet. That is as big as Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how many times I swept it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-5579112408121468855?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/5579112408121468855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=5579112408121468855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/5579112408121468855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/5579112408121468855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2010/11/hi_23.html' title='hi'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-1051958270593795235</id><published>2010-11-21T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T16:44:12.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, there is a wedding going on at my void deck. Got karaoke. Yesterday, Uncle Dishwasher asked me if I got do karaoke. I said no. Then he sang a Chinese song followed by a love song. He sang I love you to me! Wow. Love is blind. Love is in the air. There is nothing more beautiful than love. Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I had the worse experience with contact lenses. It's getting worse and worse! The last time, it tore inside my eye and popped out. THIS TIME, IT WENT UP MY EYEBALL. (so contact lense decided to be adventurous and travel up my&amp;nbsp; eyeball) ( contact lense, just be a contact lense and stay at my eyeball, no roaming allowed). Anyway, after staying calm and telling myself that everything will be fine, I tried taking it out. But obviously, there was nothing at my eyeball. So, I panicked abit. What if I have to go hospital, then do operation, is my CPF savings enough or not, what if I go blind and cant wear contact lense anymore. After panicking, I did the smartest thing. I pinched my eye and ta daaa. The naughty contact lense travelled down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heaved a sigh of relief. Stupid contact lense.I told this story to my friend to find out that the same thing happened to her too. So I guess, its normal to have contact lenses travelling around your eyeball and getting stuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went training happily ever after. I did handroll. Power. After so many years of kayaking, I finally did it. Loser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-1051958270593795235?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/1051958270593795235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=1051958270593795235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/1051958270593795235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/1051958270593795235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2010/11/hi_699.html' title='hi'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-21213025947680858</id><published>2010-11-21T01:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T01:11:16.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year is coming to an end. Very fast. Early this year I was a Poly student. Now I'm still a student. Way back in 1997, I was a student. Now in 2010, I'm still a student. How long more will I be student? What do I want to be when I grow up? Oh wait, I'm already grown up. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did my assignment. After doing it, I feel more motivated to study econs. Initially, I don't really like it, I will always procrastinate whenever I have the textbook in front of me. You know, I will always want to lie on my bed and force myself to sleep just to shut myself away from all those graphs and words. But, it's unhealthy. Its like Chendol with rose syrup. Speaking of which, I have a guilty pleasure. Haha. Every night, after work, we will eat sweet tapioca. With coconut cream! It tasted soooooooo nice. I like it. But it's unhealthy. It's like not doing your homework or revision after promising yourself to do it the night before but you ended up watching Glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll try to blog more because blogging is good. I want to express myself like Thai Express. haha. Nonsense la Nab.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-21213025947680858?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/21213025947680858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=21213025947680858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/21213025947680858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/21213025947680858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2010/11/hi_21.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-7725126080950313725</id><published>2010-11-18T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T15:22:52.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chocolates.</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ate a bar of chocolate. It feels good. Ok. Back to macro assignment. I'm working later. If you see me wiping tables or serving food, please say HI. haha. Hi Haz. Hi Ruru.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-7725126080950313725?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/7725126080950313725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=7725126080950313725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/7725126080950313725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/7725126080950313725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2010/11/chocolates.html' title='chocolates.'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-6648326295456224172</id><published>2010-11-17T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T23:35:22.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><content type='html'>HI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 17Novermber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont like mopping on a dirty floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes the floor dirtier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I talking about floor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I just mopped a dirty floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. I want to watch glee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-6648326295456224172?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/6648326295456224172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=6648326295456224172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/6648326295456224172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/6648326295456224172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2010/11/hi_17.html' title='hi'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-9059012216956825149</id><published>2010-11-13T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T00:18:10.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TN1lXJ67xfI/AAAAAAAABdw/fpa_1Pq_bcQ/s1600/IMG103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TN1lXJ67xfI/AAAAAAAABdw/fpa_1Pq_bcQ/s320/IMG103.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. Last week I went to work at Jalan Bahtera Camp as safety boat driver. What else. This time the kids kayak all the way to the police coast guard. Over there, there were many families fishing for crabs, fishes, mcspicy, phat thai.. you know the usual. While the kids were engrossing with the mussels, i berthed the boat and took in the view. The sky was deep blue. I felt like I'm in another country. It was a great way to let the kids see the different side of Singapore apart from the buildings. Haha. Xiao hei the dog sniffed me. Maybe i smelled good. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-9059012216956825149?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/9059012216956825149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=9059012216956825149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/9059012216956825149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/9059012216956825149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2010/11/hi_13.html' title=''/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TN1lXJ67xfI/AAAAAAAABdw/fpa_1Pq_bcQ/s72-c/IMG103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-1566636356367471948</id><published>2010-11-10T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T23:17:14.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HI</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESAP test tomoz morning. Whee. Hope I dont suffer self-embarrassment tomoz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time after work, chendol is served. I feel like I'm full of fats. Say it fast. I feel like I'm full of fats. I feel like I'm full of fats. Tongue twister. Fats twister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can count on me like 1,2,3 I'll be there. Confirm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-1566636356367471948?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/1566636356367471948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=1566636356367471948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/1566636356367471948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/1566636356367471948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2010/11/hi_10.html' title='HI'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-1885760733536159180</id><published>2010-11-07T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T00:38:15.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-befc0d9feda7600e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbefc0d9feda7600e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331269449%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48714AEC83678E274545187CC71F292C64E1242C.2F7674335586B8FA0D44DC3CB294E315674BEA88%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbefc0d9feda7600e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJh3jejQoMZBpUtuM5NN_-eUSlbc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbefc0d9feda7600e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331269449%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48714AEC83678E274545187CC71F292C64E1242C.2F7674335586B8FA0D44DC3CB294E315674BEA88%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbefc0d9feda7600e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJh3jejQoMZBpUtuM5NN_-eUSlbc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video Fadhil and I made just now. So how's life Nab? Like that lor. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS VIDEO IS DEDICATED TO ALL MY FRIENDS(TRUE FRIENDS OR NOT) Haha. Hi-Bye friends also. Friends who always bully me namely Diana and Su. Haha. Friends who ignore me when I talk and made me feel like I'm inside a container. hahaha. KBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-1885760733536159180?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/1885760733536159180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=1885760733536159180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/1885760733536159180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/1885760733536159180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2010/11/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-5036898511439919700</id><published>2010-10-29T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T01:09:23.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TMmtkN6fImI/AAAAAAAABdI/3AwicDpe7-4/s1600/IMG092.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TMmtkN6fImI/AAAAAAAABdI/3AwicDpe7-4/s320/IMG092.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have to control myself from spending my hard earned wages. Because i need to reduce my labour hours at work and be more of a student than a labour. Since I'll be a full time labour in 2 years time, i better enjoy and benefit myself as a student. K bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-5036898511439919700?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/5036898511439919700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=5036898511439919700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/5036898511439919700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/5036898511439919700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2010/10/hi_29.html' title='hi.'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdhcy--CoT0/TMmtkN6fImI/AAAAAAAABdI/3AwicDpe7-4/s72-c/IMG092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-8455045689803343273</id><published>2010-10-27T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T17:49:41.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so difficult to make decisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-8455045689803343273?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/8455045689803343273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=8455045689803343273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/8455045689803343273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/8455045689803343273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2010/10/hi_27.html' title=''/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-8338195319681097321</id><published>2010-10-17T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T17:40:23.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hullo, Hullo, get me a bowl" "hullo hullo, can give me chopsticks?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hullo your head la aunty. Cant you see you are not the only one stuffing food into your mouth in the restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;I know its not right to say something like that. But some customers just dont understand the life of a waitress/waiter. Actually, do YOU even understand what it feels like to be a waiter/waitress? People ordering you around. Haha, well, I deserve it ok, I wanted the job and I got it. So, SHUT UP NAB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. So, Friday night, 3 guys and I went Marina Barrage to celebrate birthdays. I like it when people like the presents I bought for them which I think they will like. I feel like Santa minus the HoHo get it? And I overslept. Didnt go for rugby sevens. But I did just now. Have you ever feel like you fainted? I have! I banged into someone and I saw blackness. Next moment, I stood up and swayed. But I'm fine now. But it happened for a split second. I DONT WANT to experience it again. Ever. So, let's be safe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-8338195319681097321?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/8338195319681097321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=8338195319681097321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/8338195319681097321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/8338195319681097321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2010/10/hi_17.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-7541556602862491607</id><published>2010-10-13T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T00:58:09.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><content type='html'>Helllo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guitar has 5 new strings! One snapped while Vonnism was tuning. Poor Vonnism got rembat twice by my guitar. Sorry. Cheap guitar whaaat. So, I reuse the B string. I love the sound of my new strings. Sounds like Takamine. But cheaper. Haha. Cheap guitar whaaat. Now, I have a fear of tuning guitar. It seems like my strings might snap anytime. Why? Cheap guitar whaaat. K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to accompany ibu to ICA tomoz. She got class test. No la. She making new IC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-7541556602862491607?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/7541556602862491607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=7541556602862491607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/7541556602862491607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/7541556602862491607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2010/10/hi_13.html' title='hi'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-3267148616699763011</id><published>2010-10-09T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T22:13:57.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><content type='html'>Hello hello my name is nab. I have bad experiences with balls. Today i went to my first time canoe polo training. And guess what? I got hit by a ball in the face. I still remember the first time i played rugby. The same thing happened. Ball and my face made a first contact. What luck. Anyway, the training was fun, we sprinted in our canoes, played passing and learnt how to go back up once we capsized by using only a paddle. Typing about capsize, I capsized. And i capsized near the muddy and oily area and got my feet stuck and a guy lent me his slippers for me to step on the ground and i think i did a bit of damage to his slippers and im so sorry. I wore contacts just now. After a few capsizing, i see yellow. I saw coldplay also. No la. My contacts got contaminated siolz. But after a few blinks, I see normal. OH! I SAW UNCLE BAHRI and members! I miss him sia(his brownies more. Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went home and slept. woke up and blog. and now still blogging but im going to log out but im still typing. ok thats enough. BREATHE IN BREATHE OUT (jeng jeng).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-3267148616699763011?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/3267148616699763011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=3267148616699763011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/3267148616699763011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/3267148616699763011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2010/10/hi_09.html' title='hi'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-4724212261318459163</id><published>2010-10-07T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T22:27:50.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HI</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coughing. I have to 'ehem' before I speak. Not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a bag yesterday. Love at first sight! I watched a movie with Norusha. She came late. I met Jess before meeting Norusha for lunch. We ate at the place where I accidentally left her 2 years ago. Cafe Dudu. Laya's favourite cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was late for work. Why? Singaporeans in the bus refused to move their butts after Norusha and I politely asked them to move aside. Bus driver closed the door before we came down. We pressed doorbell repeatedly but sadly bus driver seems like he has hearing devices on his head which were not working. So, we walked a long way to Sun Plaza thinking I was late for work only to find out I wasn't scheduled to work. How? Just work lor. I could have gone for the canoe polo training. Haiz. After work, we lepak and story tell like usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, lecturer said something that went into my head and made me guilty. She said we are full time student. We have the whole 2 years to be a student and study till we graduate to work. Then she talked about having to read the essentials textbooks and revising which I didnt do since school started. So how? Full time student, part time thai express waitress. And miscellaneous. Haha. Ok. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? Just now for the first time in my life I visited the twin's house. We played guitar and I like her new guitar! Sounds like Takamine but its not. Then for the first time in my life, I rode skateboard. I've been wanting to try it since I was a baby. But just now I actually plucked up the courage and slide and managed to move forward and turn(in a big semi circle and brake without falling down!) Cool ok. So, we decided that we can lepak bawah block main skateboard and guitar macam mat rep. Power?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-4724212261318459163?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/4724212261318459163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=4724212261318459163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/4724212261318459163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/4724212261318459163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2010/10/hi.html' title='HI'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-5177296544747690343</id><published>2010-09-28T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T21:19:18.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><content type='html'>hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please take care of your health. dont eat too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-5177296544747690343?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/5177296544747690343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=5177296544747690343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/5177296544747690343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/5177296544747690343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2010/09/hi_28.html' title='hi'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-7171251690888473615</id><published>2010-09-22T13:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T13:04:28.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herbal tea drink makes you pee throughtout the night. Is it just me? Or is it true? Or i drank too much water? Honey lemon is still a better choice. K bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found another friend for another module!! yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-7171251690888473615?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/7171251690888473615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=7171251690888473615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/7171251690888473615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/7171251690888473615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2010/09/hi-herbal-tea-drink-makes-you-pee.html' title=''/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-1868341800597927810</id><published>2010-09-21T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T23:29:36.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sore throat</title><content type='html'>Hi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the second day of school and I'm already feeling sick. What is this? I drank honey lemon and herbal drink, but none seem to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's school? I'm lucky to have jiatxing on Monday and jac on Tuesday. I wonder who I'll meet on Friday. Haha. No school tomoz and Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lecturers so far are ok. Corporate finance lecturer speaks like my manager. Haha. He said we are the iPod generation. I perform on demand. Get it? Ipad also. I perform according to demand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going to jb tomoz with su and Amy to get tickets for kl this Friday. Dad was reluctant to let me go, but he gave in. Haiz, I'll take care of myself. Don't worry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from Nadz's iPod touch. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-1868341800597927810?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/1868341800597927810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=1868341800597927810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/1868341800597927810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/1868341800597927810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2010/09/sore-throat.html' title='Sore throat'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-8739554113414576403</id><published>2010-09-02T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T01:27:12.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi.</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Hari Raya is around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is starting in a few weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been shopping and working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rebonded my hair. It feels different to have this hair on my head. I can do a Bieber flick. Usually with my curly hair, everytime I twirled, the whole chunk will move. But this time, it's like a Pantene ad. So it's true. Everyone can have a straight and shiny hair. Just need the money to do it. Haha. Korean soft rebonding seh. So its not so straight. Can still see some of my curls. I feel like Park Shin Hye already. HAHAHA. K bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-8739554113414576403?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/8739554113414576403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=8739554113414576403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/8739554113414576403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/8739554113414576403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2010/09/hi.html' title='Hi.'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30066821079701486.post-2448420887056285767</id><published>2010-08-25T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T00:15:31.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"&gt;Hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Let's update. What have I done lately? Make a guess.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;a) Working&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;b) Serving customers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;c) Nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The answers are...a and b. Yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Haha. I want to share a talent. From Singapore! I found her while watching Lovefool cover.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" style="background-image: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/P8whIUsczjI/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P8whIUsczjI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P8whIUsczjI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she performed with David Choi! WOW. I didn't know seh. If i knew, I will go down and watch. Haha. I like watching people play the guitar and sing along. I will watch more. Watch and learn. Cheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I watched a live performance from far on Saturday. (I don't think its fully live, but Sarang bit was live, Love and Woetoriya looks like air guitar). Love love love! That was the first time I attended a Korean concert. I felt like an alien. Maybe I AM an alien, who knows? I dont understand what they were saying. Like what Diana said, what if they were scolding bad words? How would I know right? Haha. The boys in the band were very playful, especially the leader. And, for the first time in my life, I experienced fangirls. Non-stop screaming seh. One moment, "CN BLUE SARANG HEY". Another moment, "YONGHWA". Another moment, "(some girl from girls generation's name)". There were so many moments, I cant remember what they screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I had a great time with Ammarah and her friends. I will post a video of them performing live once it's uploaded. It's taking so long to upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Love Love. Everybody Clap Clap Clap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haruman Dan Haruman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30066821079701486-2448420887056285767?l=nab-nabihah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/feeds/2448420887056285767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30066821079701486&amp;postID=2448420887056285767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/2448420887056285767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30066821079701486/posts/default/2448420887056285767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nab-nabihah.blogspot.com/2010/08/hi_25.html' title='Hi.'/><author><name>nabihah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16409801047865309973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
