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type='text'>IntricateIntimacy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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>251</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29813853.post-9034688368137498183</id><published>2007-07-09T19:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T21:43:06.507+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='machine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fikri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brenda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everlast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gst'/><title type='text'>It is better to have one true friend than a thousand superficial ones!</title><content type='html'>The increase in GST is bad. I am starting to feel the pinch. The price of good things are exorbitant. Help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safuan and myself got Dany the everlast watch for his birthday. It is worth the cash i supposed ;D&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like it, Mr Kentot! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(If you don't like it, then I am more than willing to accept it back! :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, favour accepted with one condition : you know what it is. its all in the letter (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case,&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, Quim for already securing a place in SAJC.&lt;br /&gt;Shit you shit you! :(&lt;br /&gt;All the best to those who applied DSA as well. Brenda(SAJC) &amp;amp; Fikri(VJC).&lt;br /&gt;Hafizah (RJC OKAY?) Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh,&lt;br /&gt;Curse you, vending machine!&lt;br /&gt;You know you know, that bloody vending machine in school, (the one with cans, not bottles) ate my $1! So much for not wanting to queue! hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-9034688368137498183?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/9034688368137498183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=9034688368137498183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/9034688368137498183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/9034688368137498183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-is-better-to-have-one-true-friend.html' title='It is better to have one true friend than a thousand superficial ones!'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-3417545624533752249</id><published>2007-07-08T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T21:23:44.412+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rauzan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I want you to know that you will always be loved. You'll always be loved from Earth to Heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current song addiction:&lt;br /&gt;Rauzan Rahman feat Roze - Always be loved &amp;amp; Rauzan Rahman feat Alyph Sleeq - Millionwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry Sleeq, your songs are still being repeated in my playlist over and over and I swear it will forever be :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's worth the shit. Fuck, go get your copy laaaaaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;I fucking broke Rauzan's CD cover already. O'oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History tomorrow. Aww. Be prepared to get fucked, 4E1.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Can we just die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aiya. Let's kill time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: Here's the deal. You look it over the following list and see how many of these things you have done. You have to bold those things and ADD up the money amount along the way.&lt;s&gt; Then post the amount that you are as the title of the bulletin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: The smaller the amount, the better it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Had sex: $6.00&lt;br /&gt;2. Smoked: $5.00&lt;br /&gt;3. Got drunk: $5.00&lt;br /&gt;4. Went skinny dipping: $3.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Kissed someone of the opposite sex: $4.00&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Kissed someone of the same sex: $4.00&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Cheated on a test: $2.00&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Fell asleep in class: $0.50&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Been expelled: $5.00&lt;br /&gt;10. Been in a fist fight: $3.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Listened to music: $5.00&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. laughed so hard yoo peed ur panties: $5.00&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Prank called the cops: $3.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Stole something: $2.00 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Done drugs: $5.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.Dyed your hair: $0.50&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Done something with someone older: $3.00&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Went out with someone OVER 18 (if your under 18): $4.00&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Ate a whole thing of oreos: $0.50&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Cried yourself to sleep: $1.00 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Said you love someone but didnt mean it: $1.00&lt;br /&gt;22. Been in love: $4.00&lt;br /&gt;23. Got caught doing something that you shouldnt have been doing: $1.00&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Went streaking: $4.00&lt;br /&gt;25. Got arrested: $5.00&lt;br /&gt;26. Madeout with someone at the movies: $2.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Swollowed pool water: $0.50&lt;br /&gt;28. Played spin the bottle: $1.00&lt;br /&gt;29. Done something you regret: $3.00&lt;br /&gt;30. Had feelings for an adult $5.00&lt;br /&gt;31. Had a crush on a teacher $4.00&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Thought one of your friends parents' were hot $5.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Had feeling for your best friend $3.00&lt;br /&gt;34. Wanted something you couldn't have $0.50&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Jetty Jumped $3.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;TOTAL: $54.50&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;10 People to do:&lt;br /&gt;BEN, NIK, JK, BALL, NAD, EL, NU, NINA, ROSIE, SAFUAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEEEEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-3417545624533752249?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/3417545624533752249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=3417545624533752249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/3417545624533752249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/3417545624533752249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/07/song.html' title='Song'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-974108469199509255</id><published>2007-07-07T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T13:59:04.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dany'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am very very tired although I've been sleeping waaaaaaaay early these days. I turned in at 9pm yesterday, and woke up only 13 hours later - with over 10 messages waiting to be replied. Haha. Sorry people, once I sleep, I don't even know there's a bomb exploding next to me. Yes, when I say sleep, I reaaaaaaaally sleep. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing through the net for poly courses and I secretly fell in love with Communications &amp;amp; Media Studies @ TP. Please don't tell Mass Communication @ NP about it or I'll get fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having second thoughts about taking up Law as well. Sure it sounds interesting, but I don't want to go though the long process of foundation studies. Yes, I am that impatient. Hoho. Nevertheless, I don't have much confidence in getting those grades for Os but I'll give it a try though. Yes, I have a loser's kinda brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind was a wreckage, with parts all thrown about and no clear view of front, back or sideways. I was intimidated by the successful people around me. I was close to tears when I just felt like giving up. It is not a nice feeling I tell you. But I kept telling myself "Just 4 more months, bitch!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, its so hard because right now, I am sleepy like fuck. And it is so hard when it comes to math. Seeing digits kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a supergirl but I know it is not easy. Toggling homework, having to save the world, finding time to go shopping. I don't have time for fun. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? I have no life! Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway anyhow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 16th birthday, Dany!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;May God bless you with unpolluted bliss fairy-tale life story. You know I am always here to support you when you fall. I hope your birthday will be filled with joy, happiness and love! I love you, bestf! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've decided to have all that written here because well, I am really happy that you are finally 16 today and another incredible year up ahead is waiting for you!&lt;br /&gt;Whooopidooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-974108469199509255?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/974108469199509255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=974108469199509255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/974108469199509255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/974108469199509255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-very-very-tired-but-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-1307419060426732743</id><published>2007-07-04T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T20:56:47.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleeq'/><title type='text'>BEAR - NER - DICK</title><content type='html'>Let's just say I miss Ben, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sleeq - Almost but.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sleeq's version :&lt;/strong&gt; Once upon a time there was a boy and a girl. This is so typical, they were so typical. For example boy loves girl, but girl doesn't know that boy loves her because the boy is shy, the boy is, why the girl still standing strong, living her life. They were very good friends having very good chance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benedict's version : &lt;/strong&gt;Once upon a time there was this boy called benedict , he was so charming that everywhere he go , there will be girls surrounding him. Hoping that they could get the chance to talk to him. However , he always ignore them because there's only one girl in his heart which remains forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-________________________-&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben is so good in talking cock, singing song like that.&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, if you are curious who that one girl is, its me lah. Right Ben?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAH :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Omfg, I wasn't supposed to blog lah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TSK BEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-1307419060426732743?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/1307419060426732743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=1307419060426732743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/1307419060426732743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/1307419060426732743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/07/bear-ner-dick.html' title='BEAR - NER - DICK'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-5431884148157443292</id><published>2007-07-04T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T16:54:57.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='global warming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='howard'/><title type='text'>OZONE OH OZONE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;When we say global warming, we are not exaggerating.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe that they have just realised that Global Warming is serious. How ignorant are they? But anyway, let's just say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you realise that when you smoke, you contribute to Global Warming. Thanks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Siapa makan cili, dia rasa pedas lah.Betol tak Punat? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sec 4 life is HELL. I have had such a bad week since the new term started. I broke down for most night, worrying about assignments. I am extremely dissappointed with myself cos I have yet to start on the revision for prelims. Every night, I would be sighing myself to sleep. Disappointment. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been harsh this week and next week will going to be more crazy. Just last night, I had to sleep at 1am to complete the english assignments and wake up at 5am to continue with my F&amp;amp;N. &lt;em&gt;The coursework Part B is out, you see.&lt;/em&gt; So I had to cramp every single thing into this pathetic brain of mine before I sit in the comp lab earlier today. It was backbreaking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-5431884148157443292?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/5431884148157443292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=5431884148157443292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/5431884148157443292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/5431884148157443292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/07/ozone-oh-ozone.html' title='OZONE OH OZONE.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-6329654117236369410</id><published>2007-07-03T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:43:35.692+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wake me up when O levels ends'/><title type='text'>Wake me up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tashriq claimed he wrote this.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda interesting though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wake Me Up When O'Level Ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid-years has come and passed&lt;br /&gt;the students can never last&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when O'Level ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like my teachers come to class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this four years has gone so fast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when O'Level ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here come the notes again&lt;br /&gt;falling on my desk&lt;br /&gt;caught in my stress again&lt;br /&gt;becoming who we are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i play my gameboy&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;strong&gt;never forget to revise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when O'Level ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mid-year has come and passed&lt;br /&gt;the students can never last&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when O'Level ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bring out the pens again&lt;br /&gt;like we did when school began&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when O'Level ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here come the notes again&lt;br /&gt;falling on my desk&lt;br /&gt;caught in my stress again&lt;br /&gt;becoming who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i play my gameboy&lt;br /&gt;but never forget to revise&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when O'Level ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mid-year has come and passed&lt;br /&gt;The students can never last&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when O'Level ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like my teachers come to class&lt;br /&gt;this four months ill give my best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;wake me up when O'Level ends&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when O'Level ends&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when O'Level ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hoho. Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-6329654117236369410?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/6329654117236369410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=6329654117236369410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/6329654117236369410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/6329654117236369410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/07/wake-me-up.html' title='Wake me up.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-8277126659155359801</id><published>2007-07-01T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T23:14:22.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleeq'/><title type='text'>Pilihlah aku</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7T6HB2HmLQ8" width="350" height="250" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeq - Pilihlah Aku.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. I can't stop viewing this video. Look at them. They are like so cute lah! Showing off their amateur; non-professionalism act during the HipHop Hurray IV although they were caught red handed practicing last minute at the esplanade. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyph: Apa khabar para &lt;u&gt;penronton?&lt;/u&gt; Uh. Penonton(minor laugh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lidah terbelit kepe? Hahahaha :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay, another LATE entry but what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Anyone recorded Sleeq's setback?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks fardianana for uploading! Didn't know you were there man! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-8277126659155359801?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/8277126659155359801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=8277126659155359801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/8277126659155359801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/8277126659155359801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/07/pilihlah-aku.html' title='Pilihlah aku'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-4739242559995600161</id><published>2007-07-01T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T10:01:10.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rif'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asshole'/><title type='text'>ASSHOLE</title><content type='html'>Yesterday wasn't the best Saturday. I've had better. It got me feeling something I haven't truly felt in years. I don't have a word to describe it. All I know is that I felt guilty which is dragged till today. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I was as honest as I could get yesterday night, then why is it that I'm feeling so crappy when I woke up this morning? And if coming clean was what I wanted all these while, then why is it that I don't even feel relieved after an hour of nothing but lies?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess I wasn't thinking when I said all of those things. I woke up with a tinge of regret but nonetheless, I kept telling myself that it was for the best. It's been awhile since I last felt like this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry for disappointing you and turning you down for not going for the concert yesterday, Rif.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an asshole. But I know you'll forgive me :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyhow,&lt;br /&gt;Things I have got to agree with Imran:&lt;br /&gt;1. You must go to a nice salon and &lt;strong&gt;have your hair done, even if you wear a tudung.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You must &lt;strong&gt;buy the album&lt;/strong&gt; of the artiste that you love, &lt;strong&gt;do not download&lt;/strong&gt; any of the songs.&lt;br /&gt;3. Stop thinking your &lt;strong&gt;ass is too big for this world&lt;/strong&gt;. It's ok.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Stop bitching about the people you are always seen with&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;strong&gt; Do not assume&lt;/strong&gt; that &lt;strong&gt;people you like, likes you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Do not trouble&lt;/strong&gt; people with &lt;strong&gt;things they cannot help you with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Do not hate&lt;/strong&gt; people who &lt;strong&gt;choose not to help you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And oh, before I end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 16th birthday, Nuraini!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ohmygod lah! You are finally 16 lah! Stop being so childish already. hahah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, bestf! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bye! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-4739242559995600161?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/4739242559995600161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=4739242559995600161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/4739242559995600161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/4739242559995600161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/07/asshole.html' title='ASSHOLE'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-1561778918837263453</id><published>2007-06-30T21:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T21:25:50.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HE AND SHE</title><content type='html'>HE: " Do you mind if I sit down?"&lt;br /&gt;SHE: " Do you mind if i say no?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE: " Can I buy you a drink?"&lt;br /&gt;SHE: "Actually I'd rather have the money. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE: " I'm a photographer. I've been lookin for a face like yours."&lt;br /&gt;SHE: " I'm a plastic surgeon. I've been lookin for a face like yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE: " Hi. Didnt we go on a date once? Or was it twice?"&lt;br /&gt;SHE: " Must've been once. I never make the same mistake twice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE: " Will you go out with me this Saturday?"&lt;br /&gt;SHE: " Sorry. I'm having a headache this weekend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE: " I think I could make you very happy."&lt;br /&gt;SHE: " Why? Are you leaving?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE: " What would you say if I asked you to marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;SHE: " Nothing. I can't talk and laugh at the same time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE: "Can I have your name?"&lt;br /&gt;SHE: "Why? Don't you already have one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE: "Where have you been all my life?"&lt;br /&gt;SHE: "Hiding from you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-1561778918837263453?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/1561778918837263453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=1561778918837263453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/1561778918837263453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/1561778918837263453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/06/he-and-she.html' title='HE AND SHE'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-6524720833328414202</id><published>2007-06-29T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T22:46:07.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rauzan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleeq'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiphop hurray'/><title type='text'>HipHop Hurray IV</title><content type='html'>It's going to be 12 midnight, and I just got home. I'm shagged, but I don't want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One dreadful week have past. Thank god.&lt;br /&gt;It has been a hell of a stressful and busy week for me. Endless assignments, boring class, O levels MT oral, intensive maths, detentions, class chairman duty, late nights, puffy eyes, rainy days, irritating smokers and it goes on and on. Please tell me I have 8 more months to prelims, and not 8 weeks. I still have alot to do. I have to hustle my way through man.&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather haven't been good nowadays. The erratic changes of the climate are not going in my favour. I hate sudden rain. I had to cancel plans and it will makes me feel down for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's sidetrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for the HipHop Hurray IV at the Esplanade Powerhouse with only one intention, to fulfil my promise to Rif to attend and watch him and Alyph's 45 mins showcase. I'm a woman of my word, you know. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so their performance was a drug. For an intimate, small scaled show, the crowd was bloody awesome (except for this lady with the umbrella. damn irritating lah!). They were rowdy, but heck. But then there are still people who are much more conservative and afraid of what other people might think. Come on! Get high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well El, you missed one hell of a good show man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I don't need pills or stupid gasses to get me high. I get high just seeing them perform or listen to their dope ass songs with mind blowing lyrics. I'm sure the audience was clearly enchanted by their performance. I love it when something messes with my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Righttttttt.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I didn't stay for Rauzan's showcase nor did I come early for Akeem and Richard J. Haha. Oh boy, sorry people. And sorry Rau but its already raining and I don't wish to stay there till midnight. Needless to say, its scary to go home at 12am! Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Sleeq at HipHop Hurray IV" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa214/nur_hafizah91/SLEEQ/PiCuGLy007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, HipHop Hurray IV (Part II) tomorrow, 30th June, same time, same place (7.30pm till late @ Esplanade Powerhouse, Singapore)&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's performances will be by Krazie Starr, Zul Mystroe, Nthral, &lt;b&gt;Psykes&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; More. Spread the word and support the locals yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, lets stop here.&lt;br /&gt;Will be meeting Haikal tomorrow at 12 noon to help him out with his coursework. Someone wake me up at 10.30am okay? Beep my cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay nights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-6524720833328414202?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/6524720833328414202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=6524720833328414202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/6524720833328414202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/6524720833328414202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/06/hiphop-hurray-iv.html' title='HipHop Hurray IV'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa214/nur_hafizah91/SLEEQ/th_PiCuGLy007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29813853.post-8337861484588677605</id><published>2007-06-29T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T09:45:44.104+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>Survey.</title><content type='html'>I was FORCED to do this by Nik. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.what do your friends call you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hafizah. Fizz. Fizzy. Fizah. Oi. Eh.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Tiq calls me Vagina expert -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.who are your bestfriends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They know who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.do you wear t-shirts?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.where did you buy your sch bag?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.how's college?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad. Plain stupid. I can't wait to get out! Four more months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.best subject?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Tongue / English / F&amp;amp;N. You decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.worst subject?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humanities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.last time you fell in love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 sec ago. wooot ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. last movie you watched?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman 3 I supposed. That's not very long ago, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.last shirt before you wear before this shirt?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey mouse pyjamas. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.last thing you held?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.last time you cried?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.last place you went?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.last message you got? what does it says?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dok bangon oi. Ukor katil jerrrrr. :)" - Nuraini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.last email?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popular E-newslater -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.last to call you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.last hu smsed u?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.meaning of love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm. Meaning of dictionary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.do you trust girls?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends. Some girls can be a total bitch, you know. *hint hint* :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.wanna be with whom now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21.kissed anyone before?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. &lt;b&gt;Your&lt;/b&gt; hot grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22.what's ur hp num?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9**6*6*6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23.what do you thing makes a person wonderful?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar, spice and &lt;b&gt;everything nice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24.for you, what is important in a relationship?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty, Trust, Commitments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25.what is important to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends &amp;amp; Families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26.will you give up everything for the sake of your relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Errr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27.had you ever experieced being dumped?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28.if you were to given a chance to go back in the time, what will you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDY HARDER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29.do you love someone who doesnt love you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Nik, i know everyone loves me right?! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30.why is it everytime a relationship is over the guy is the one getting blamed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Because they are the big fuck. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31.what will you do if a gift you gave was given back to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse, take it back and give it to another person? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32.is it really hard to move on?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33.if by chance the girl/guy you once loved needed help will you help him or her?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34.if someone hurts you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35.for every ounce of love you give does it pay off?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not every ounce ah. Maybe 2% of it? =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36.what kind of girl/guy u seeking for now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart, Funny, Cute, Outspoken, Outgoing, Understanding, Caring, Have lots of friends, Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;I want a rich and someone who can sings too can? HOHOHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NIKHIL, I'M DONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-8337861484588677605?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/8337861484588677605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=8337861484588677605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/8337861484588677605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/8337861484588677605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/06/survey.html' title='Survey.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-7177823949494547488</id><published>2007-06-28T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T22:09:46.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jin kang'/><title type='text'>Mother Tongue Oral.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh screw me, I fucked my O levels MT oral.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I didn't feel the pressure at all until my name was being called upon. It was an impetuous feeling to be sitting in front of the two anonymous invigilators and realizing they were staring at you. At that point of time, I almost forgot who I really am and I can't stop feeling intimidated by those eyes. I just hate the intensity of these two invigilators. I carried on with the oral, but not as myself because I don't even know what the hell I was talking about. All I know was that it wasn't right. I spoke like I was just learning to speak. I don't remember being in this position where I have nothing to say before in my life and all I did just now was to stare at the walls in front of me, waiting for prompts. To go through mental block in the middle of the conversation pretty much suck. That's why I didn't proceed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but to be angry at myself for not being able to answer those pathetic question. Nothing seems to go right. It's ridiculous, but what the heck, I am always complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried about my grades. I want a distinction for my Mother Tongue badly and I can't picture myself sitting for the paper again in November. It's stupid, shameful and a bloody waste of time. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I'm glad it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I end,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 16th birthday, Jin Kang.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you lah I love you lah! Hahah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sappy, I know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-7177823949494547488?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/7177823949494547488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=7177823949494547488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/7177823949494547488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/7177823949494547488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/06/mother-tongue-oral.html' title='Mother Tongue Oral.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-6225314443553941894</id><published>2007-06-25T17:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T18:34:08.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ally'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Baby Ally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/In5uec02E8U" width="350" height="250" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe you have came across this while roaming around Youtube. I don't care. I want to share it here. Haha. This is so cute lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, since the term have already started, I cannot promise on a daily entry for now. Reason being, time is too precious now. Speaking of time, calls of procrastinated works are beckoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four more months and I'm FREE :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a nice week ahead, everyone!(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-6225314443553941894?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/6225314443553941894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=6225314443553941894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/6225314443553941894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/6225314443553941894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/06/baby-ally.html' title='Baby Ally.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-2081047583114051358</id><published>2007-06-24T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T00:35:16.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rauzan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleeq'/><title type='text'>YAY!</title><content type='html'>The past few days was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Reasons for being the world's happiest person :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Fizz And Sleeq" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/1561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 277px" height="300" alt="BS" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/BS.jpg" width="431" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 294px" height="318" alt="El Fizz Nad" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/triads.jpg" width="361" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px; HEIGHT: 234px" height="298" alt="Rauzan's album" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/rauz.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I Finally got myself Rauzan's album - My First Storybook. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;14 awesome English tracks. Go get yours lah! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, I met Alif Aziz the other day at the Glass Hall. Man, he's TALL!&lt;br /&gt;Huhu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy, 230607 is love :D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything, my sexy love.&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHE &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-2081047583114051358?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/2081047583114051358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=2081047583114051358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/2081047583114051358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/2081047583114051358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/06/yay.html' title='YAY!'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-2614417344962384092</id><published>2007-06-22T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T17:40:30.446+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skin'/><title type='text'>Sick old skin.</title><content type='html'>something's wrong with my previous layout so i'll make use of this template for the time being. i still have to catch up with my revision and rush through my assignments. so i'll let this blog rot here for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gee. die assignments, die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;text,email or hit me up in msn if you miss me okay. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be back with a proper layout pretty soon. i promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; man, i pretty much suck at malay jiwang songs. huhu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-2614417344962384092?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/2614417344962384092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=2614417344962384092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/2614417344962384092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/2614417344962384092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/06/sick-old-skin.html' title='Sick old skin.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-1401999466288620894</id><published>2007-06-21T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:39:44.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='album'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleeq'/><title type='text'>irritating brats</title><content type='html'>stop asking for Sleeq's song. go get their album, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm pissed. so shut the fuck up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-1401999466288620894?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/1401999466288620894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=1401999466288620894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/1401999466288620894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/1401999466288620894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/06/irritating-brats.html' title='irritating brats'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-5941492834221478265</id><published>2007-06-21T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T17:42:19.007+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assignments'/><title type='text'>Assignments</title><content type='html'>June Holidays 2007 assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;CEP 1&lt;br /&gt;CEP 2&lt;br /&gt;CEP 3&lt;br /&gt;CEP 4&lt;br /&gt;CEP 5&lt;br /&gt;Combination Ex 1&lt;br /&gt;Combination Ex 2&lt;br /&gt;Story Improvisation 1&lt;br /&gt;Story Improvisation 2&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Springfield Secondary Sch Prelims Paper 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Crescent Girl's School Prelims Paper 2 &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanyang Girls' High Prelims Paper 2&lt;br /&gt;Anderson Secondary School MYE 2007 Paper 1&lt;br /&gt;Essay on Eccentric Person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;English Picture Discussion write up (at least 5) &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;English Oral Conversation write up (at least 5) &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C Science&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry TYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Chemistry Worksheet 1&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry Worksheet 2 &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Physics Workbook (whole book)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics Worksheets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E Maths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E Maths 2002 Paper 1&lt;br /&gt;E Maths 2002 Paper 2&lt;br /&gt;E Maths 2003 Paper 1&lt;br /&gt;E Maths 2003 Paper 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;E Maths 2004 Paper 1 &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Maths 2004 Paper 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;E Maths 2005 Paper 1&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Maths 2005 Paper 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;E Maths 2006 Paper 1 &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;E Maths 2006 Paper 2 &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4N Maths Camp 2007 (graphs)*&lt;br /&gt;4N Maths Camp 2007 (Angle Properties of Circles)*&lt;br /&gt;4N Maths Camp 2007 (Arithmeics)&lt;/em&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;*for revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Humanities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;History SBQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;History Paragraphings. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food And Nutrition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;F&amp;N coursework Part A(TA to BB) &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&amp;amp;N coursework Part B preperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, i am not joking when i say i have tonnes of assignments to be done. the amount of work is a nightmare and i have barely 3 days left (minus one day for sleeq's launching. means i'm left with 2 days = 48 hours) to complete them all. gee.&lt;br /&gt;mr time, please fly slower ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, can i just sit for O levels now? i don't want to go through the hardwork process anymore.&lt;br /&gt;furthermore, at the end of the day, the society will look up to people who have the SKILLS &amp;amp; TALENTS, not the CERTIFICATE anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;political talk with the triad was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;oh hell, life is stupid. plain stupid. don't you agree? say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, assignments calling.&lt;br /&gt;gaaah.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;omfg. he called me darling. how can i not be touched? HEHEHE :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-5941492834221478265?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/5941492834221478265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=5941492834221478265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/5941492834221478265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/5941492834221478265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/06/assignments.html' title='Assignments'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-7266832662687596617</id><published>2007-06-19T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:38:57.998+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='national library'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='den'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orchard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sheesha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arab st'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bras basah'/><title type='text'>DECENT UPDATE</title><content type='html'>okay go.&lt;br /&gt;and so my holidays officially starts today. no more lessons to attend till school reopens but reality check ; school "holidays" are coming to an end. five days left! gee. the assignments have been pretty much left untouched thus i'll get it started so that the remaining days, i wont have to worry about a single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see.the past one week have been exhilirating. i think the triad have gained back the love and bond and i love it lah. they rock my bras and undies. haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping has been pleasurely fabulous and totally out of this world to be described. theres always the adrenaline rush, whenever i do purchases cos i possess some crazy insane weird ecstatic feeling in my body. in fact, it is sinfully indulging. my bad, but it's every girls dream to have the power to be in control of what she shops. haha. and guys, you just wont understand this cos the only thing that guys do understand and are good at are, non other than football. whatever balls they can associate themselves with, they're just simply good with balls. you just cant deny that. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho hum.&lt;br /&gt;so eza, my lovely bitch just texted me and saying she's sheesha-ing at home. she then asked if i was online and she sent me the video of the process. she's such a big fuck trying to make me jealous lah okay. but i love my bitch. but good thing is, i'm invited. hahah. anyone up for it? LALA! hahah. right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of sheesha, i had a great time with nad and el last wednesday. we've travelled for many miles and perspired for many gallons. from walking through the scorching sun till the first drop of the rain on our cheeks, just made us excited to explore more of the city. too bad our muscle feet were aching and new-born blisters on our little toe. alot of funny incidents happened along the way.and if i were to tell a tale of them all, i will probably lose the anticipation of you guys, cos im pretty bad with words.and in the end, it might not seem funny at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were exhausted by sunset. it might sound silly to tell you our mission to explore the city and i still won't tell you why. all the while we've been walking that day, I'm just blessed that I still do have friends who have been with me for 7 years and I definitely know that there's more years to come, which excites me most of all. I'm thankful to still have you guys around. Being with the both of you is just equals to having alot of friends. I love you people as much as I love &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; okay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where did we go,? Bras Basah Complex to the National Library to the Arab Street(where we had sheesha!hahah) and finally Orchard Rd. maaaaaaaaaaaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, on a seperate note, i've decided to drop the idea of entering JC because of one commitment to make with the triads. i have one dream to aim for the future. i'm so excited about it and the journey has already just began. this is only the beginning, and WE can't wait to be at the end! only god knows where WE would be in the end. good future begins with strong believe and hard work. WE'RE going to work hard to succeed. YAY! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;source: el! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, denise did these for me. again, total sweetness. but then, it didn't bring me to tears like nad's. hahaha. try harder kay den? hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 315px; HEIGHT: 161px" height="190" alt="Den and Fizz" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/IMG_4774.jpg" width="315" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 316px; HEIGHT: 161px" height="214" alt="Den and Fizz 2" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/fizz-and-den.jpg" width="316" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so heavenly sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll end here for tonight okay.&lt;br /&gt;so save it all, for the future time.&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;it still falls down to you,my baby :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night love :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-7266832662687596617?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/7266832662687596617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=7266832662687596617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/7266832662687596617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/7266832662687596617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/06/decent-update.html' title='DECENT UPDATE'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-8724613236167372252</id><published>2007-06-19T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:37:33.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Nad</title><content type='html'>Nad is so sweet like that lah. Look what she've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/hlivuV867p/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/hlivuV867p/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="325" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you too, naddy! &amp; i love you, el! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-8724613236167372252?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/8724613236167372252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=8724613236167372252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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:D</title><content type='html'>and oh yes, i am still very much alive. its been donkey days since i hopped into blogger and let my finger run on my keyboard to update. gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apologies for that. i have been busy busy busy. too busy to even go for a proper date. huhuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seven straight hours of intensive e maths just now was a mental torture. total killer. my head was heaveh and i was just restless. i have another seven more hours to serve tomorrow. oh die maths camp, die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, the past few days have been exhilarating! i'm happy happy happy! and its all thanks to mr ________ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a seperate note, i hate it when i'm broke. or in a case, have money but have to be careful with how i spend it. i laid my eyes on a cardigan, skirt and tank top and i have to put it on hold. oh. why cant money ever drop from the sky ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rif personally invited me for sleeq's second launch and he really hope to see me there this 23rd. fret not rif, i'll definitely turn up and not let you down okay! heh. but psst, i still have no idea what to wear! borrow your baju lah, how? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until here, i'll do a decent update pretty soon ; i promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i love you like never before,&lt;br /&gt;wishing the night would never end &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-4039169674079968485?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/4039169674079968485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=4039169674079968485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/4039169674079968485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/4039169674079968485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-banner-d.html' title='new banner! :D'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-5521685709538605059</id><published>2007-06-11T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T23:26:15.623+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calys'/><title type='text'>pms</title><content type='html'>pms is such a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;so please, excuse me for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for any fucking fuck, i still can't fucking believe that fucking catalyst converter is fucking 38kg! thats like my weight when i was in primary school! i want to be 38kg too! omfg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, i managed to put aside some time to clean my room today!&lt;br /&gt;total rubbish bags used: 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes sir, yes sir, 3 bags full!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;s&gt;one for my master and one for my (okay fine, i forgot)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i threw away all my unused clothes, old useless diaries, old gifts etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 227px; HEIGHT: 171px" height="481" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/DSC00019.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 230px; HEIGHT: 165px" height="479" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/DSC00024.jpg" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 230px; HEIGHT: 171px" height="481" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/DSC00012-2.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't mind the white spots on the pics. my hp cam just suck big time now ):&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; if it is still messy in your eyes, then i'm sorry. this is my clean. not clean clean, but clean. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;p/s: i still miss you (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-5521685709538605059?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/5521685709538605059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=5521685709538605059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/5521685709538605059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/5521685709538605059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/06/pms.html' title='pms'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-5891387790153559190</id><published>2007-06-10T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T21:36:38.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss'/><title type='text'>i miss you.</title><content type='html'>i never felt nothing in the world like this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now i'm missing you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just wishing and praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't know what else i can do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and you you you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stop smoking, PLEASE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-5891387790153559190?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/5891387790153559190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=5891387790153559190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/5891387790153559190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/5891387790153559190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-miss-you.html' title='i miss you.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-2692812163730655674</id><published>2007-06-08T19:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T23:57:08.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleeq'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apm'/><title type='text'>SLEEQ WON!</title><content type='html'>i hate the phrase "i'll be waiting for you"&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me why. it is just &lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have been hopelessly hooked onto sleeq that i kept on repeating all the 9 tracks from their EP over and over again and replaying all their performance continuously.it's all about super nice voice both the eye candies and of course, supporting the locals. and no, i never got tired of these two bloody cool chaps (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, if you still don't know, Sleeq won Singapore's most popular artiste at the APM 2007! rif sure sounded happy when i talked to him just now. haha. i'm happy for them too. they've bloomed so much! so yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;happiest day ever ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i love love love love love love love love love love love lovelove love lovelove love lovelove love lovelove love love today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-2692812163730655674?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/2692812163730655674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=2692812163730655674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/2692812163730655674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/2692812163730655674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/06/sleeq-won.html' title='SLEEQ WON!'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-7324835972800676880</id><published>2007-06-07T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T19:11:29.994+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fizz'/><title type='text'>shopping is to girls what pornography is to guys</title><content type='html'>so the great singapore sale is on for a few days already now.i have been wanting to blog about it since the first day but somehow, i will never remember about it whenever i want to blog. GSS, definitely satan's masterpiece. forgive me, God, for the sins i will be committing in the upcoming eight weeks with regards to shopping. i easily succumb to the dark side when i see giant signs with my favourite four letter word - SALE. but honestly, you cant blame me with shops slashing their prices by up to a mind boggling 70%.&lt;br /&gt;but note to self: DO NOT go out and shop, unless necessary! or else, goodbye nets card, goodbye savings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nad finally turns sixteen today. and since me and el has nothing major to revise, i hit el and asked if she wanted to throw a tiny miny party for nad. afterall, we have been friends for 7 bloody years and we haven't have such things. she agreed, and so we met up at 3pm to go for last minute shopping. faiz joined for a while. bought some junk foods, drinks, party poppers and of course a cake from angie's.i mean what's a birthday without a birthday cake? we spent quite a sum especially for the birthday cake but its worth the cash.&lt;br /&gt;nad came down only after i told her to come down and have group study. she brought all the books down, thinking i really wanted to have a group study with her! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the surprise. it didn't turn out as expected because of the fucking irritating kids that were playing some stupid games at the void deck itself. when el hides, they tailed her and kept on asking whose birthday and whats happening all. fuck. bloody idiots. i swear i don't want such children, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, was glad that nad love both the party and the gift. she's touched, claiming this was the first time in her entire 16 years of life. yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;the gift i got her, you may ask? its a fucking sleeq EP! hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY, NADDY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you rock big balls and i swear i love you truckloads (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Nadira" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/nad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naddy, birthday girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 292px; HEIGHT: 247px" height="478" alt="Nadira's birthday cake" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/DSC00005-1.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the birthday cakeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 294px; HEIGHT: 214px" height="480" alt="hafizah" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/PiCuGLy006.jpg" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 297px; HEIGHT: 224px" height="484" alt="HEN" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/PiCuGLy009.jpg" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seven years (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-7324835972800676880?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/7324835972800676880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=7324835972800676880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/7324835972800676880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/7324835972800676880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/06/shopping-is-to-girls-what-pornography.html' title='shopping is to girls what pornography is to guys'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-7799207835916125754</id><published>2007-06-06T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T19:21:01.077+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><title type='text'>why oh why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dear&lt;em&gt; you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate that. i really hate it.&lt;br /&gt;what was that for? just how did you expect me to react?&lt;br /&gt;it was too sudden. very fucking shocking.&lt;br /&gt;i know we have known each other for quite some time, but it is just not enough for me. i don't want to get hooked up just like that like some people. like those who is willing to ditch his/her friends whom he/she knew for years just for someone he/she just met or know which obviously became the talk of the town. i don't want to be in that position. i just can't bring myself to say yes. it pretty much suck, i know. but there's nothing more i can do. i hope you know i am talking about you and not your friend. just don't point fingers to the other person. he know nuts about this, and so is the rest. i hope you understand my current situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as for now, i can't bring myself to talk to you nor reply your smses.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still in shock. oh yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;fizz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, there was no name mention. so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;siapa makan cili, dia rasa pedas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case, my younger brother will be heading for KL tomorrow with his all time favourite bunch of people and my elder brother will be gone for NS in a few days time. aww. i'm gonna be bored at home. gee.&lt;br /&gt;i need a respite too man. i good breather. if only i need not stay home and study, i'll be going overseas with my friends! oh lala wants to go on a cruise. if only if only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay fine. i'll stop dreaming, back to the books, asshole!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-7799207835916125754?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/7799207835916125754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=7799207835916125754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/7799207835916125754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/7799207835916125754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-oh-why.html' title='why oh why?'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-8505566922337490307</id><published>2007-06-05T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T22:00:01.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fizz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleeq'/><title type='text'>study fizz, study!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dear fizz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay come on fizz, hang in there. a few more months and you can wake up as late as you wish and enjoy life. you have not been behaving yourself these days because you have been going out. yes, you did study and revise but it is just not enough. you're tired when you got home and the hours you spent going out is more than your revision time. june isn't a holiday, sucker. it is a normal school days for you, except that you don't have to sing the national anthem! wake up!&lt;br /&gt;STUDY FIZZ, STUDY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so yes, my june "holidays" get so bogged down. i am enjoying way too much of it. going out every single day. spend at home doing only some revision and always ended up watching the same vagina movies. so anyway since i was busy having the time of my life, i procrastinate alot in doing my holiday assignment ending up not finishing 80% of it. i am not used to detention, so don't bring it on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;e maths make up lesson just now was fucking pathetic. only 9 turned up. mdm laila was extremely dissappointed but whatever, it ain't surprising for everyone. it has been the tradition since last year that there will always be at least 50% absentees for whatever lesson. gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, before i end off, i appreciate the people who miss me; be it through msn, sms, myspace or wherever, muahaha. i miss you guys too lah! okay whatever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm a happy girl for now. i'm happy happy happy! i'm happy because i love sleeq!&lt;br /&gt;okay bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 349px; HEIGHT: 278px" height="361" alt="Syarif &amp;amp; Alif" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/l_79ff0bbff7a4925cd4f904ed14ca2fd2.jpg" width="349" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-8505566922337490307?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/8505566922337490307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=8505566922337490307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/8505566922337490307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/8505566922337490307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/06/study-fizz-study.html' title='study fizz, study!'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-4023325624784938115</id><published>2007-06-04T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T21:22:01.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='publicity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleeq'/><title type='text'>Sleeq's album</title><content type='html'>okay, i am so late. but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 345px; HEIGHT: 343px" height="524" alt="Sleeq's album" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/sleeq.jpg" width="477" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sleeq's album out now.&lt;br /&gt;Muzika Records, Joo Chiat Complex ; EarShot Cafe, The Arts House.&lt;br /&gt;Autographed CDs through bank transfers / mail at &lt;a href="mailto:sleeq@beats.sg"&gt;sleeq@beats.sg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i've got mine babeh. have you gotten yours?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really worth it. trust me.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-4023325624784938115?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/4023325624784938115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=4023325624784938115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/4023325624784938115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/4023325624784938115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/06/sleeqs-album.html' title='Sleeq&apos;s album'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-7341760857353787290</id><published>2007-06-03T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T23:40:57.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='higher malay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleeq'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>norky's crib</title><content type='html'>english paper 3 prelims tomorrow and here i am taking it lightly and thinking that it is just a typical common test. but whatever, like i said before, i have been doing things half heartedly nowadays. gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, if there's anything for me to regret about at this point of time, it would be my stupidity for not taking up higher malay. damn it. i &lt;strong&gt;really really really&lt;/strong&gt; regret not taking up higher malay when i was in sec 1 when i had the chance to! reason being, i didn't know the importance of the subject itself until a few weeks back! ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i crashed norky's crib earlier today, intending to complete some assignments but we ended up in the kitchen cooking spaghetti, nuggets and some invented fruits dish. and we watched school of rock and you got served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, congrats sleeq for the launching of album earlier on today&lt;br /&gt;you guys just rock big balls(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 296px; HEIGHT: 211px" height="461" alt="outcome" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/DSC00352.jpg" width="479" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"gotta bounce, baby"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-7341760857353787290?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/7341760857353787290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=7341760857353787290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/7341760857353787290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/7341760857353787290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/06/norkys-crib.html' title='norky&apos;s crib'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-7599924775398680650</id><published>2007-06-02T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T02:01:24.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='policy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dictionary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='company'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>company policy</title><content type='html'>i thought saturdays are meant for people to crash town and stay out till late at night? but why was it so peaceful when i was going home and that the clock was only saying 11pm? damn. seriously, i don't feel safe going home late anymore. there were so many 'what ifs' going through my mind. gee. its scary, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i think i should stop going out already. be it on weekdays or weekends. i've been relaxing and enjoying life way too much i guess. one bloody week was wasted and i didn't do any revision. worse still, i have yet to start on my assignments! gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in any case, nik has successfully brainwashed me to start on studying. how cool is that. so, nik, don't worry okay. i shall and will study hard and not waste any more time! go fizz! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aside that, i cannot believe that some people actually can go to the extent of opening up their dictionaries and search for bombastic words just to blog! cool? idts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on a seperate note, you know, my boss is damn cool okay. we were having a board meeting when he came out with the company policies. its stupid, but what the heck. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company policies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The company policy clearly states that all employees are required to come at least 1 hour before their shift. A fine will be imposed to any employee that arrives late and does not produce a legal document or a reasonable statement*.&lt;br /&gt;Employees, who intend to go for leave, should request for leave 2 months in advance. Emergency leave will be considered to those with valid reasons but must first go through the directorial board. Regarding paid leave, please refer to Employee welfare and well being, Chapter 3.&lt;br /&gt;Every employee has his/her personal rights, and it would be possible if the employee requests for changes to be made for their well being. Refer to Employee welfare and well being, Chapter 3.&lt;br /&gt;All employees are required to attend all company events. Attendance will be taken&lt;br /&gt;and absentees are required to present a document or letter.&lt;br /&gt;Different employees are entitled to different working hours under the newly revised&lt;br /&gt;Employee Welfare bill which has been passed down by the Ministry of Manpower.&lt;br /&gt;Refer to Employee entitlements, Chapter 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;All employees are required to work with minimal distractions. A 5 minute break will be noted and salary will be deducted respectively.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time for all employees start at 12pm.&lt;br /&gt;NO employee is allowed in the premises after 9 pm due to security reasons. Employees who request an over time will require a Letter of Approval from the Manager.&lt;br /&gt;Strictly NO eating or drinking outside the pantry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The bed in the employee lounge is NOT meant for sex.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In case of an emergency, the manager will leave the building first, followed by the second highest in position.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Employee welfare and well being:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paid leave will be awarded only to employees who attend compulsory company events while taking leave, or have a good record for the past 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Every able bodied employee has his/her rights in the office. They simply have to present a proper letter to the management to gain his/her rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter 4&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Employee&lt;br /&gt;entitlements:&lt;br /&gt;All employees earning below $10,000 are not entitled to&lt;br /&gt;anything.&lt;br /&gt;Company cars, cruises, planes and hotels are entitled only to high&lt;br /&gt;ranking staff.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;alright, before i leave, take a look at these (not advisable for those with weak heart):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wXazUAEKnVU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wXazUAEKnVU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wXazUAEKnVU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wXazUAEKnVU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dqtjxa-eMEY&amp;NR=1"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dqtjxa-eMEY&amp;amp;NR=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ozUF3c7FeWs&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ozUF3c7FeWs&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search&lt;/a&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;now then i believe there are many different kind of people in this world eh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;byee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-7599924775398680650?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/7599924775398680650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=7599924775398680650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/7599924775398680650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/7599924775398680650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/06/company-policy.html' title='company policy'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-1829866665642888069</id><published>2007-06-01T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T22:56:44.382+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4E1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='june'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='e maths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother tongue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IKEA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fnn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleeq'/><title type='text'>2 DOWN BABY</title><content type='html'>oh boy, finally i have taken the time off to do a decent outdate. O levels mother tongue exams and the f&amp;n part A coursework are pretty much over. nightmares are officially over for the time being and thus i am taking my time off the books. okay, not really. utterly blissful indeed. (:&lt;br /&gt;as pathetic as it may sound,hopefully with lesser things to concentrate on for the time being,i will have more motivation to update. frequently that is. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, its june already? how fast time flies. the 4Es can forget about enjoying themselves nor have a break. no way. 4 weeks of intensive maths for 4E1, baby. seems too long in a way. my body clock isnt functioning well either. it ran off track since the start of exams and dragged on until now. i shouldnt start worrying,right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this past few days has been extremely exhausting. such brutalilty my body has to go through. i wonder if its the subjects, or the teachers, or the gezillion hours of revision and school or its simply me that makes it so tormenting. i've been especially hard on myself on subjects i had to focus on for the time being from gce o mother tongue intensive revision both in and out of school to f&amp;amp;n practical execution to the rushing for to the f&amp;n coursework deadline. the routine was barbaric. sleeping at 2am or 3am and waking up as early as 7am to continue with schoolwork. i'm very exhausted that i have been feeling utterly shitty this whole week. don't mention about the developing eyebags. its nothing one should be whining about because it is just normal for a typical singaporean to have one. yeah yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew something wrong is bound to happen and i was waiting for it and true enough, i had a good cry just now when i realised that i have many more things to accomplish but there is just no time. my f&amp;amp;n coursework was the main thing. i had to do up a 40 pages long work when i realised i had many more things to add and minus when i am left with barely an hour. makes sense? no? it doesn't to me either. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i skipped school just now to complete my coursework since the deadline was at 3pm. i planned to complete it asap and start on revision since i've missed a day in school but i hardly have sufficient time to revise since my eyes can't take the fatigue of the madness of f&amp;n coursework and thus, i skipped the idea of studying. one thing's for sure, i suck at last minute work. it doesn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm freaking sleepy and i swear looking/staring at the computer as early as 8am is ridiculous and thinking about how to cut down the number of pages for f&amp;amp;n coursework doesn't make it any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it. an extremely uncomfortable feeling i'm getting nowadays. it's not only the guilt i feel each time i decide not to study but also, this feeling of being so stressed up. it has been some time that i didn't get to meet my CYLK members and we planned to go out sometime next week. i also shut down at every lesson and i'm discontent with all my results. no words to describe. truthfully,i feel like giving up. i only have this june holidays to depend on and probably a few hours of Friday .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been controlling my emotions; too much of it and i 'm starting to think that i'm not up for it. moodswings and me? We are not compatible. sighs.and silent tears wasn't of any help all these while. Oh god,please give me the strength to overcome and withstand all the challenges the upcoming week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a seperate note,i headed to IKEA tamp with norky and rosie on monday. met up at about 4 and went to have late lunch and headed to IKEA by bus 39. i am a virgin there because i've never been there before.it was fun since you are with the these two. nina didn't tag along for some reasons. what a waste. so anyway, i invested like 15 bucks just on utensils for the f&amp;n prac execution on wednesday and i think it is really worth it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left for century square at about 9pm and rosie had dinner. bought bubble tea and took 39 to seletar camp since norky needed to pee. the uncle which we ask for directions was friendly and cute. haha.cabbed home at about 10.30pm from jalan kayu.great day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still contemplating on going to Rif and Alifs' launch and platform 7's auditions this sunday. it's whether those boys mind or not at the occasion that I did not attend it. i shall inquire. afterall, like trees, they need support too. and hey, i LOVE them. i LOVE sleeq(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 333px; HEIGHT: 284px" height="593" alt="Threesome (:" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/DSC00326.jpg" width="397" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-1829866665642888069?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/1829866665642888069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=1829866665642888069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/1829866665642888069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/1829866665642888069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-is-over.html' title='2 DOWN BABY'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-5044119142390723605</id><published>2007-05-30T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T19:33:59.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='execution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vesak day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>F&amp;N execution</title><content type='html'>i am so done with my gce O levels f&amp;n execution. song ah. it was a bliss, thank god. i'll leave you guys with some pictures for now because i have to go and complete my coursework. the deadline is this friday and i have a strong feeling that i won't be able to complete it in time. in any case, fret not, i will definitely keep to my promise of blogging by this week okay (:&lt;br /&gt;pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 343px; HEIGHT: 487px" height="640" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/menucardfinal.jpg" width="343" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 344px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="432" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/DSCN0467.jpg" width="575" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 340px; HEIGHT: 321px" height="604" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/P5300013.jpg" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hainanese chicken rice with liver.&lt;br /&gt;(my case study needs liver to increase his iron intake in his diet okay! &amp; no, its not shit luh!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 340px; HEIGHT: 315px" height="604" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/P1010187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laksa.&lt;br /&gt;(yes mr case study, you need those egg yolk to increase your iron intake too!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 340px; HEIGHT: 301px" height="604" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/P1010189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill honeydew sago dessert, as requested by case study.&lt;br /&gt;(its honeydew ben, not honeystar)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 340px; HEIGHT: 298px" height="604" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/P5300015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stir fried broccoli with mutton.&lt;br /&gt;(case study need to eat more red meat!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;until here, happy vesak day to all those celebrating. have a wonderful day tomorrow, people (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-5044119142390723605?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/5044119142390723605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=5044119142390723605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/5044119142390723605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/5044119142390723605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/05/f-execution.html' title='F&amp;N execution'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-1743091663037579555</id><published>2007-05-28T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T14:26:39.247+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleeq'/><title type='text'>SLEEQ ALBUM LAUNCH!</title><content type='html'>lets do some publicity(:&lt;br /&gt;beats society singapore presents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/sleeqlaunchpromo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp; just in case you get lost:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/map.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;sg beats society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i see you guys there okay!&lt;br /&gt;woohooooooo! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and if you still don't know, sleeq is nominated for most popular act(singapore) and most popular song (singapore) for the APM 2007, the malay tri-country equivalent to the grammies! :D&lt;br /&gt;go sleeq!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;on a lighter note, i'm busy busy busy! so for the time being, just make do with what this blog has alright. i promise i'll update as soon as this week ends! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;take care, lovelies (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-1743091663037579555?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/1743091663037579555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=1743091663037579555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/1743091663037579555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/1743091663037579555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/05/sleeq-album-launch.html' title='SLEEQ ALBUM LAUNCH!'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-664805350516049771</id><published>2007-05-27T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T20:38:32.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4E1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother tongue'/><title type='text'>TOMORROW!</title><content type='html'>11 hours and 14 minutes to go before gce o level mother tongue written paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die die.&lt;br /&gt;i just hope i won't get to go through writer's block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case, all the best to all taking the mother tongue paper tomorrow, especially to my dear 4E1. lets do it once and do it right. lets rape the distinction and bring up the class name. if the rest of the class can do it, so can we! go 4E1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to all beloved friends and families out there.&lt;br /&gt;pray for my success okay! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-664805350516049771?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/664805350516049771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=664805350516049771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/664805350516049771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/664805350516049771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/05/tomorrow.html' title='TOMORROW!'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-3676263089111223134</id><published>2007-05-26T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T11:54:49.618+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nasir'/><title type='text'>total madness</title><content type='html'>i've got many other things to do that is far more important than blogging, like revising on my mother tongue. but whatever. this week is such a messy week, not messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was madness. i received a call from dany(via nasir's hp) as early as 7+, asking about the time for the mother tongue lesson with ms mariah. it's saturday people, just what the hell were they doing meeting each other early in the morning. saturdays and sundays are meant for students to wake up a little later than usual you know. yeah yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went for the mother tongue extra lesson from 10am to 1pm. afterwhich, i went home, took a shower, grabbed a bite with mom and bro at bistro, and went to meet nad for another round of revision of mother tongue somewhere near our estate. i got home at about 8.30pm. took a bath before reading some malay sample essays and going through the different possible essay questions for this monday.&lt;br /&gt;total madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were to tell you i'm stressed, i'm being very honest. i have so many mission to accomplish yet i have so little time. i don't want to let my parents down nor do i want to disappoint them. i want to make them proud, and i want to see them cry (of joy) when i receive my O level results next year. i MUST work hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still very disappointed with my mid year results. funny how i kept on telling people not to think about the mid year results anymore because they aren't important when i myself still can't manage to get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, from what i can see, punat is really pushing himself and studying for the upcoming mother tongue paper. i can really see that he is trying so hard to revise and stuff despite his hectic schedule. he has been asking me for notes and tips and has been sending me essays after essays for me to edit. i feel important once again. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, we have been working hard together but its not within our control on to what monday paper brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gce o level mother tongue written paper's gonna kickstart this monday ; 28th may. time is running out. i've got to increase my pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still a wreck, but i'm worse right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God, please show me the light and i'll follow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="294" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/DSC00014.jpg" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 210px" height="480" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/DSC00016.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mother tongue o levels written paper countdown: 2 days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-3676263089111223134?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/3676263089111223134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=3676263089111223134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/3676263089111223134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/3676263089111223134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/05/total-madness.html' title='total madness'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-3679863812610265493</id><published>2007-05-25T18:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T11:58:42.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4E1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mid year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calys'/><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>don't ask how i performed for mid year overall. yes, i've gotten back my report book but it just feels like a piece of cow dung to me. my results stinks and is fucking disgusting. mom&amp;dad is sure gonna be unhappy about it. damn. i'm very disappointed myself. aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, on a brighter side, my mr benedict parker did it by topping his class and are among the top few in the cohort. i am so proud of him okay? i felt like crying when mdm bawani said " i have one piece of good news for all of you. our ex student, benedict, has done so well in the normal acadamic stream. he is among the top few students in the cohort! i am so proud of him. so don't think that if we send students to NA, we are punishing them. we just want them to be given a opportunity to do well."&lt;br /&gt;the class clapped like someone won the noble price or something for your info.&lt;br /&gt;yes ben, you have made mdm bawani proud, you have made the class proud, you have made your parents proud and you have made ME proud. so yay. keep it up okay? (:&lt;br /&gt;you kept up with your promise by doing so well, but i didn't. i'm sorry. i promise i'll work harder and make you proud okay. altho action speaks louder than words, i don't want to give you empty promises. if i can cut my finger for you just now, why not work hard and do well? HAHAHAHA WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, congratulations calysta for emerging as one of the top 40 in the cohort. indeed, you have made the class proud. congrats for emerging as top in class too. but, i still hate you for doing so well. especially in your maths! you bloody cuckoo, you didn't wait for me! but oh wells. i shall work harder and beat you next time okay? Os?&lt;br /&gt;hahah. dream on fizz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a nutshell, mid year was very badly done throughout the cohort i supposed. especially english. gah. lets work harder shall we?&lt;br /&gt;like i once said, prelims, bring it on! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to my dearest 4E1s, don't be disheartened with the current bad mid year results okay. lets work harder and make mdm bawani proud for both the prelims and Os. lets hope she didn't have to fight for us nor fight for showing the top 40 ranking anymore. lets make sure mdm bawani highlight our names at the first and second page during the prelims for the positions. lets make the first two pages look so yellowish and flooded with names from 4E1. you get what i mean don't you? if the rest of the class can do it, so can we!&lt;br /&gt;go 4E1! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that, i actually tried out 2 out of 4 dishes for my f&amp;amp;n execution this coming wed. i tried stir fried broccoli and chicken rice. it was a success despite cutting my own finger. so yay!&lt;br /&gt;however, the presentation suck big time luh.&lt;br /&gt;so ben, get ready to be a food critic this wednesday babeh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till here, i got to go get ready to meet punat and haikal later on.&lt;br /&gt;seeya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 294px; HEIGHT: 216px" height="261" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/DSC00012.jpg" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 295px; HEIGHT: 216px" height="480" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/DSC00009.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mother tongue o levels written paper countdown: 3 days.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-3679863812610265493?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/3679863812610265493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=3679863812610265493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/3679863812610265493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/3679863812610265493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/05/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-9024113311478121363</id><published>2007-05-24T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T19:50:22.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother tongue'/><title type='text'>countdown countdown countdown</title><content type='html'>oh gah, the freaking CA pulled my ass down for my mother tongue paper. now i'm an a2 student. no longer an a1. aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mother tongue o levels written paper countdown: 4 days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;damn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i'm sorry, i really don't like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-9024113311478121363?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/9024113311478121363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=9024113311478121363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/9024113311478121363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/9024113311478121363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/05/countdown-countdown-countdown.html' title='countdown countdown countdown'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-4118229242652416783</id><published>2007-05-23T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T23:14:09.862+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Innova'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2nd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haikal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity soccer'/><title type='text'>Innova JC</title><content type='html'>i'm fucking exhausted but i just can't bring myself to sleep or rest YET. not before i've revised something for mother tongue. i'll feel guilty if i were to do that and hell, that won't bring me good either because i won't be able to sleep too, thinking about mother tongue? sounds really pathetic, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aside from the 2 hour intensive mother tongue programme, which is part of our daily routine already, we had to sit for again, another english intensive oral revision in the hall for the same straight 2 hours. gah. truth is, my mind wasn't focusing for the whole 2 hours. maybe once in a while. yea yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we visited innova jc earlier on today. Was released from school an hour earlier. 15 of us went to be exact &lt;i&gt;lah.&lt;/i&gt; headed there with nik, ong and ass after having lunch at mac and met up with the rest at the college itself. the briefing on the dsa was somehow interesting i guess, since i didn't fall asleep. gah.&lt;br /&gt;the tour was awesome because the leaders of my group was damn outgoing and that they even brought us to some of their secret places in ijc. cool shit luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, not forgetting, my beautiful group T.A.G. which consisted of 9 people. including myself. fun fun fun. very sporting and hell, they rock the shit out of me man. they have got all the leadership qualities one should have. that was the point of time when i felt really lousy and shitty because i feel i am not as good as them. gaaah. but what the heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to do up the project within the time limit but however, it didn't meet the criteria of stability. it has the height though. very &lt;i&gt;senget&lt;/i&gt; to be precise.&lt;br /&gt;oh man, i had fun during the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am hoping that i would get the agg of below 20. man, i am dying to get a spot there in ijc. i have the application form for the dsa through leadership track but i have no confidence in getting a spot there since my current l1r5 is shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about that, my mid year results are fucking disgusting and if you are curious to know what the 4Es current msg score for english is, it is a fucking 7. hell yea, on an average, the 4Es are scoring a d7 for english. shameful, i know. compare it to last year, where there are 97% english passes. man, we are really ashame of ourself okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, on a brighter side, team 4E1 managed to get second placing for the charity soccer @ cage just now. so wheeee. didn't know we could go this far. nasir said their inspiration was mrs lee's money since she sponsored the class for this event. so thank you, mrs lee! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4Ns f&amp;n practical examintion tomorrow. i know i have got nothing to do with it but when haikal said he was just going to start the time plan for tomorrow, i was the one who is panicking. called and stuff and i was the one who is extra kancheong when haikal is the one sitting for it tomorrow -.-&lt;br /&gt;anyway, haikal was bogel just now HAHAHA :)&lt;br /&gt;alright, all the best 4Ns f&amp;amp;n students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, sharizal and myself was having a "family meeting" and we decided to have a "gorgeous family." so far, it consisted of fizz jane, ben parker and rizal venom. merepek, we know. but hell, we are crappy.&lt;br /&gt;registration is now open. all you have to do is apply for a spot through any one of us and we'll get back to you if you are picked. terms &amp;amp; conditions apply*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* applicants must be drop dead charming/gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mother tongue o levels written paper countdown: 5 days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-4118229242652416783?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/4118229242652416783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=4118229242652416783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/4118229242652416783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/4118229242652416783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/05/innova-jc.html' title='Innova JC'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-1316942848094991489</id><published>2007-05-20T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T23:24:39.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zhen dong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bonzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rosanne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffeebean.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedsheet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rizal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuraini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chairman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taufiq'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nik'/><title type='text'>Get well soon, Nik!</title><content type='html'>oh dang, i was in religious class when i got an sms from nik, which caused me to lost my concentration. haha. but oh wells, my friends are more important. uhh, my poor nikhil is sick and all his messages that was sent to me contained some bio explaination about his fever or whatever. hahaha. that boy is sure funny. &lt;br /&gt;in any case, get well soon, nikhil. rest and drink alot of water okay! hope to see you in school tomorrow lah, all well (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a seperate note, i was flattered when chatting with zhen dong. yeah, my 3e1 classmate who never fails to put a smile on my face with his silly acts. here's part of the convo: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;何必. says: &lt;br /&gt;whos the new class chairman now? &lt;br /&gt;-&amp;hafizah; says: &lt;br /&gt;who do you think? &lt;br /&gt;何必. says: &lt;br /&gt;you? &lt;br /&gt;何必. says: &lt;br /&gt;our best chairman. ever~ &lt;br /&gt;-&amp;hafizah; says: &lt;br /&gt;lol. &lt;br /&gt;-&amp;hafizah; says: &lt;br /&gt;aawww. i'm flattered. &lt;br /&gt;何必. says: &lt;br /&gt;ahahx &lt;br /&gt;-&amp;hafizah; says: &lt;br /&gt;yea, i still chairman. &lt;br /&gt;-&amp;hafizah; says: &lt;br /&gt;izzati vice chair. &lt;br /&gt;何必. says: &lt;br /&gt;arh. &lt;br /&gt;何必. says: &lt;br /&gt;nicee ! &lt;br /&gt;-&amp;hafizah; says: &lt;br /&gt;lol why? &lt;br /&gt;何必. says: &lt;br /&gt;maintain your good work &lt;br /&gt;何必. says: &lt;br /&gt;you're still my favorite chairman =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he made my day just by saying that. sounds pathetic, i know. but what the heck. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met up with nuraini around 4pm and did some work at coffeebean. rizal, taufiq and bonzer joined for a while. and hell, i bought a new bedsheet from homestyle. hahahah. sounds so makcik / ah soh, but who cares, i'm desperate for a new bedsheet okay x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway rosanne, hope you are really surprised with the surprise. hahahahah(: &lt;br /&gt;and oh, say fuck with me because ben just got a new psp. grr. &lt;br /&gt;hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-1316942848094991489?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/1316942848094991489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=1316942848094991489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/1316942848094991489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/1316942848094991489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/05/get-well-soon-nik_20.html' title='Get well soon, Nik!'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-9033428029825595551</id><published>2007-05-19T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T23:53:18.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Innova'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='runescape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zhen hao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity soccer'/><title type='text'>I feel good</title><content type='html'>oh i feel so good today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was fruitful i supposed. i managed to complete reading a book and my english essays. aside that, i managed to waste my braincells by studying a bit of e maths. i finally understand what that particular chapter was about. i even managed to catch spiderman 3, again but just not at the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my maternal cousin crashed my crib earlier today and despite the noises and irritations, i managed to complete my work - just as planned. it was typical of me and arinah to behave spastically and disturbing people and stuff. it was a hell load of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm sorry nuraini for not being able to meet you today. it is just so &lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt; to be out when your cousins came. sorry aye. i'll make it up, okay? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a seperate note, intensive mother tongue gce o level revision starts on monday. i can't wait to go for it. lets speed up the momentum, babeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben counted down the days left till the gce o level mother tongue written paper and we are left with like 9 days only?! now say fuck! no, i am still not ready, especially for my paper 1. now say fuck again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i will be heading for a tea session at Innova JC this 23rd with some students. ifa, fikri and myself from 4e1. yea, its a briefing on the direct admission on the leadership track or something like that. woh, i hope i could apply for it. a few others will be heading for ngee ann polytechnic instead. yea, i can't wait, i can't wait. i have long wanted a jc visit. and how i wish ben could join ): aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i miss having benedict in the class. it is just so..&lt;em&gt; i don't know&lt;/em&gt;. don't ask if i've already gotten over it because hell, i am still not over it. i still can't accept the fact that i've lost ben to another class. but oh wells, everything happens for a reason, right? and i don't blame him okay. and zhen hao, damn,you are missed too.&lt;br /&gt;i still love this two lah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thanks mrs lee for volunteering to sponsor for the class for the charity soccer. needless to say, we are more than glad to accept the offer. so go team 4e1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now fuck, i miss runescape. hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;what the hell. that's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh look, i don't need ben's help anymore to post!&lt;br /&gt;now say yay with me x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, goodnight (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-9033428029825595551?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/9033428029825595551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=9033428029825595551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/9033428029825595551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/9033428029825595551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-feel-good.html' title='I feel good'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-5842685379956715258</id><published>2007-05-18T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T23:34:16.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mrs lee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital. a1'/><title type='text'>Speedy recovery, Mrs Lee (:</title><content type='html'>and hell yea, i dare say mrs lee looked sexier too. she was so happy that she's now able to fit into tight clothes like Esprit's. those S and M sizes for that matter. damn, i'm so proud of her. she's one hell of a strong lady. she seemed so cheerful and healthy. and i'm happy for her that she's been progressing in her treatment. yaay. i can't wait to have her back man. go mrs lee, go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as planned, bolang, tiq, hanis, brenda, denise, jia xuan and myself went ahead with our plan to visit mrs lee. it was typical of dany and nasir to not turn up although they've promised. gah. i went a little later and met them straight at KK since i had to accompany mom to get some stuff somewhere. got mrs lee a heeeyoge patrick star balloon, a gorgeous looking chocolate (which i think it would be wiser for everyone to buy for me instead x]) and a gigantic sunflower. mrs lee was pleased i supposed. she kept asking about the class and stuff. and hell, she still told us many many dirty jokes IN THE HOSPITAL ITSELF. great isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm contented. believe it or not, i topped in class for my malay paper with a fucking A1! moreover, i managed to beat nadira, hanis and faiz, the higher malay boy! like xomg! nyehehehe. i know its nothing since its only the midyear, but i really hope i can do just as well for the paper this 28th. wish me luck, lovelies (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, mr zack came to talk to us during our mother tongue. no doubt, it was inspiring. it motivated me alot that at that moment of time, i felt like i want to start revising and stop wasting time already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got back my e maths paper one and it was fucking disappointing. i could have scored but my fucking carelessness made it imposibble to get a distinction which i've long crave for. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind the mid year results. lets work harder and do really well for the prelims and Os okay? Ben, Nik, Ong, Ng,Rosie, Rizal, Nad. Jia you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/IMG_5277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 234px" height="381" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/IMG_5276.jpg" width="381" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 221px" height="308" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/IMG_5282.jpg" width="382" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope den don't mind me ripping her pics x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-5842685379956715258?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/5842685379956715258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=5842685379956715258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/5842685379956715258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/5842685379956715258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/05/speedy-recovery-mrs-lee.html' title='Speedy recovery, Mrs Lee (:'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-356461596259397443</id><published>2007-05-16T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T20:46:09.934+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiderman'/><title type='text'>spiderman 3, baby!</title><content type='html'>yeah the mid year are finally over. but i can't smile for long because i know i am so gonna fair badly. especially in my combined science and humans. oh god. it's so embarrassing to think about it. i used to LOVE sciences when i was in prmary school and probably came out as tops during those days. but look at me now. i'm failing! but what the heck!&lt;br /&gt;prelims, bring it on!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's a little bit late, okay not a little bit but i am really late because I just watched spiderman 3 just now. its been so long since i wanted to catch that movie but there will always be something that hinders me from doing so. i crashed cwp cathay together with &lt;s&gt;shit&lt;/s&gt;nuraini and &lt;s&gt;rose&lt;/s&gt;rosanne. nina were there together with zack, but they watched &lt;i&gt;jangan pandang belakang&lt;/i&gt; instead.&lt;br /&gt;we smuggled junk food from uncle tidbits using ahsoh tidbits device(rosie) she had many pockets luh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended up in the same cinema as punat and dee but the weird thing is that they were like 8 seats away from us but we didn't get to see each other. man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, spiderman 3 is a fucking awesome show. its really worth spending on. there's eye candy too. it add to the excitement. guess thats another plus point. i'm up to watch it again. probably watching it with mr nikhil soon. anyone wanna join? x] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck, i have school tomorrow. man. can't they give us a break? NA got theirs. we even have intensive programme to go through! ugh. okay fine, i shouldn't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;punat and myself are up for intensive revision together for the upcoming mother tongue paper. somewhere, somehow. aim: no less than an A2. &lt;br /&gt;go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank ben (the peter parker) together with me again for posting this up for me. &lt;br /&gt;my pc is shitty luh. but oh wells, lets rape my lappy, baby (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-356461596259397443?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/356461596259397443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=356461596259397443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/356461596259397443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/356461596259397443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/05/spiderman-3-baby.html' title='spiderman 3, baby!'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-1415554020688445649</id><published>2007-05-14T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T22:27:16.382+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='e maths'/><title type='text'>fuck you, blogger.</title><content type='html'>pardon me for not blogging.&lt;br /&gt;blogger hates me so much that it doesn't allow me to blog.&lt;br /&gt;it kept on saying :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This server is currently experiencing a problem. An engineer has been notified and will investigate. &lt;br /&gt;Status code: 1-500-19&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been experiencing problem since last week! gaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;so don't blame me for not posting. not that i don't want to, but i just can't.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't want to trouble people so much you know. rightttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you see this post, then you are lucky because my charming guyfriend, mr benedict chua, has successfully posted this up for me.&lt;br /&gt;so say thank you to him together with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its very sad because blogger hates me so much that it doesn't allow me to blog but allows ben to post things up for me. why oh why.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you, blogger ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, congratulations NAs for having to complete the freaking mid year earlier than us. nonetheless, all of you should stop bragging about it. its bad enough that we have to take it in the hall, where it is so hot and stuffy. so don't action luh. we finishing in two days! okay fine, you may all have your beauty sleep at home since you all don't have to return to school. but its not fair. we don't have any break. &lt;br /&gt;fuck fizz, life is never fair.&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have 2 more papers to go and i'm officially done with my mye! thank god i've dropped a maths or i have 3 more papers to go :D&lt;br /&gt;i've made a vow to complete all my tys and revise more on my weaker subjects after i'm done with my mye. i know action speaks louder than words, but i hope i will achieve it. yea yea yea. whatever fizz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know and am very confident that i won't be getting any As or Bs for the mid years. i'm even not confident of seeing any Cs for this exam. but i am very very confident of achieving many many F9s since i screwed almost all the papers. i hope to see some marks for my mother tongue and english though. i really really don't want to let mdm mazni and mrs lee down. but i know i've let them down. now, what am i talking about?&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong. its not that i don't mind letting the other teachers down but i just felt that mdm mazni and mrs lee are the priority. they've done soo much! but i really have no confidence in it. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;now i hate myself. i should have revised many many months before the paper!&lt;br /&gt;aiya, no use saying that now luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have e maths paper 2 tomorrow. aww. &lt;br /&gt;my maths suck big time and i see no point of studying.&lt;br /&gt;omg what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye luh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-1415554020688445649?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/1415554020688445649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=1415554020688445649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/1415554020688445649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/1415554020688445649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/05/fuck-you-blogger.html' title='fuck you, blogger.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-4259773645679294221</id><published>2007-05-10T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T21:24:57.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><title type='text'>MYE</title><content type='html'>oh my god. cramming for combined science paper 1 &amp; chemistry paper 3 has left my memory stoned.&lt;br /&gt;so lets blog. but look, it's probably not interesting anyway. so you may just leave. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so 8 papers already down, 5 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;success doesn't come easy. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure, i understand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far, for the mid years, well, i did study. but just not everything i was supposed to. and it disappoints me when teachers tell you, "the paper's a sure killer" and when you actually sit for it, it's just a bunch of ruddy preschool-worthy questions. sure it's a relief but on some unconscious level i think that i actually  to die, fail miserably, and wallow in misery. it's probably masochistic but you know, i don't really care anymore. i do everything half-heartedly nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the recent maths paper has left my brain cells on the edge of insanity. it's bad enough i can't do them for nuts. but when it is considered as preschool paper, thats when i have to start stabbing myself with a compass, asking what the hell was wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i intend to do moderately well for the papers I play favoritism with, i am sure gonna fail those that disgust me by the very mention of them. namely combined science &amp; humans. very sure. rebuff me if you must, but by knowing that i would fail, it won't hurt as bad as hoping to score high marks with crossed fingers and good luck charms hanging from my neck &amp;amp; wherenot when I actually recieve the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you don't pick up this way of thinking. it only applies to me because it makes me feel better. and whether I score well or not, it ceases to motivate me to study harder.&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been studying out with the &lt;i&gt;macmuggers&lt;/i&gt; ; namely ben, nik, nina, nunu, derek, alvin ng, chai huat, joel, faiz and nawawi. pop by to haikal,hazwan &amp; gang once in a while. sp mac is bombared with the sec 4s man. very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhm. i'm tired. mentally. mom's right, if you're physically tired, all you have to do is sleep. but if you're mentally exhausted, you'll have to do a whole lot more than sleep.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i can't wait for mid year to end. and i'm left with 18 days till my MT O levels paper 1&amp;amp;2.&lt;br /&gt;oh shivers -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, good luck to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is posted with the help of mr benedict chua bao jin, a chinese opera lover and future customer service manager.thanks dude! you're the man! love you lah. muahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/cuzzies.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-4259773645679294221?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/4259773645679294221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=4259773645679294221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/4259773645679294221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/4259773645679294221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/05/mye.html' title='MYE'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-2262794500589528621</id><published>2007-05-06T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T17:06:28.612+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MYE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hanis'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Hanis.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy 16th Birthday, Hanis!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be strong babe, we are always here for you. you are 16! So yay! Study hard and make your family proud yaw. I love you okay? :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYE officially start tomorrow and i am currently running a temperature. gaaah.&lt;br /&gt;but oh wells, i won't be acting like Shalini man =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, back to the books again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-2262794500589528621?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/2262794500589528621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=2262794500589528621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/2262794500589528621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/2262794500589528621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/05/hanis-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday, Hanis.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-3206331315071883811</id><published>2007-05-01T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T22:22:59.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Az'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy birthday, Az.</title><content type='html'>bowling at csc was awesome. i freaking won arinah! so yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 16th birthday, Azrie!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck emoshit ; Fuck matrep ; Fuck YOU! hahahah! God bless lah. &amp; don't you bully Azylla!! :] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 273px; HEIGHT: 226px" height="584" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/DSC00108.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my loveeeeeeee (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-3206331315071883811?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/3206331315071883811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=3206331315071883811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/3206331315071883811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/3206331315071883811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-birthday-az.html' title='Happy birthday, Az.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-6301885958031373092</id><published>2007-04-30T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T19:25:09.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiatus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><title type='text'>i'm running out of cash like a speed of a lightning.</title><content type='html'>I SCREWED MY ENGLISH &amp; MOTHER TONGUE PAPER ONE. I WAS HAVING A WRITER'S BLOCK, ALL OF A SUDDEN.&lt;br /&gt;for english, i started on the situational writing (which was the school magazine newsletter, in this case) first instead of the free writing and i fucking took too much time on the planning which left me prolly about only 40 minutes left to finish up my free writing. I chose &lt;i&gt;arrested&lt;/i&gt; but i swear my story have got nothing to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;same goes for my malay. so much for the &lt;i&gt;sampah masyarakat&lt;/i&gt; title when i wrote on &lt;em&gt;ijazah&lt;/em&gt;?! a very sadistic piece indeed.&lt;br /&gt;i shall not elaborate on this further because it will be too lengthy and it will only make me burn more.&lt;br /&gt;someone kill me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just want to share a little something. i find it VERY IRRITATING when people switch on their music out loud via their handphones in public; be it in the bus, coffeeshops or wherever and those guilty ones are the usual suspects: matreps with their never ending dancehall tracks or jiwang shits and secondary school chinese boys who think that K-Pop or J-Pop or CinaPop top the charts in the hollywood billboards. its very irritating okay. its either you plug in your bloody earphones or you don't switch it on at all. you don't flaunt your freaking tunes to the public. you don't have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the principal scolded the school just now. like xomg!&lt;br /&gt;it has been the school's tradition that if the ground is wet or if it is raining that we assemble in the classroom and true enough, the ground was wet! even if he wanted us to assemble in the parade sq ( which we can't even sit on ), he could have talked nicely. why raise his voice early in the morning? alamak, spoil our mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you realised, i have put my blog on hiatus due to uninspirational lack of ideas on what to talk about daily since i've been pretty busy with revision for crazy exams, too hot to handle assignments and more school stuffs. i'd rather crack my brains to think on how to spend my time with the loved ones, rather on to potraying what i am or how i am doing right now on the bloggingworld. I wouldnt wanna go to the extent of elaborating alot on school, cos it'll bore you readers to death. i know :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case,&lt;br /&gt;get well soon, ben's grandpa!&lt;br /&gt;Ben is worried for you ; speedy speedy recovery yaw! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 309px; HEIGHT: 460px" height="503" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/P1070886.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-6301885958031373092?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/6301885958031373092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=6301885958031373092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/6301885958031373092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/6301885958031373092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-running-out-of-cash-like-speed-of.html' title='i&apos;m running out of cash like a speed of a lightning.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-6604360547759255073</id><published>2007-04-27T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T12:08:09.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gfs.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muffins'/><title type='text'>Cookies &amp; Muffins</title><content type='html'>just pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 313px; HEIGHT: 654px" height="656" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/bake1.jpg" width="343" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="799" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/bake2.jpg" width="316" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="281" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/IMG_5084.jpg" width="312" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="272" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/IMG_5101.jpg" width="313" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="271" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/IMG_5102.jpg" width="314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="281" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/IMG_5109.jpg" width="316" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 318px; HEIGHT: 258px" height="605" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/IVORY028.jpg" width="318" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 279px" height="480" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/DSC00002.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="286" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/DSC00005.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="283" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/IVORY004.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="272" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/IVORY022.jpg" width="316" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 346px" height="602" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/IVORY027.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i'll blog about it soon.&lt;br /&gt;one thing - I love den, bren, lala, tiq, eza, farah and hanis loads :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 16th birthday, Siegfried!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grow up, young man. You're already 16! and don't forget, respect is a TWO WAY traffic. Stop fucking :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-6604360547759255073?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/6604360547759255073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=6604360547759255073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/6604360547759255073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/6604360547759255073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/04/cookies-muffins.html' title='Cookies &amp; Muffins'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-8885210032049285134</id><published>2007-04-26T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T11:06:59.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='umbrella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cikgu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malay'/><title type='text'>Update :D</title><content type='html'>i see no point onto why cikgu kept on drilling us on peribahasa when it only takes up like 5 marks in total! we were forced to memorize over 100 idioms when only 5 of them will come out. it makes no sense for me. we should be focusing on bahasa instead. or maybe karangan. don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i am so gonna miss cikgu. she's like the best sporting teacher i had so far. she don't tick me off when i make noise in class, she don't show any kind of favouritism, she always go with my request and she is always there to make the class laugh. but most importantly, she has only one aim, and that is to make everyone scores a distinction in their O levels. she'll be gone for a month or so, leaving us with no malay teacher to guide us. i know she didn't do it on purpose. she didn't even want to go. but oh wells. get well soon alright cikgu. we'll do our best for our Os this 28th May! don't worry about us, just concentrate on recovering alright &amp; we don't blame you for not being by our side when we are gonna do the paper :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so school has been taking up like 3/4 of my precious time and when i got home, i will get real tired to even start on a revision. the most i'll do is prolly finishing up my assignements which takes up hours. all i have been doing is saying " oh no, i am not studying!" loudly, EVERY SINGLE DAY and i will end up feeling guilty. the feeling is not good, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;i am also at the point of time where looks doesn't matter to me. studies' the main priority here. i don't care how i look in school now. i pin up my hair way up and tie back all my hair. i choose not to understand the meaning of vanity for the time being. &amp;amp; oh, shorter hair makes my head light light light! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, since monday, ben have been playing with my wallet and threatening me to show my ez-link to others. you'll be definitely laugh your ass out if you see the picture because it is just so.. i don't know. i even laugh to myself when seeing it-.-&lt;br /&gt;he's such a meanie. fancy disturbing me when i didn't even disturb him! i am so gonna kidnap his hamham for that. i don't care. anyone wanna join? :]&lt;br /&gt;looking at how cute his baby hams are, i feel like owning prolly two of such but i know mom will definitely disapprove me of doing so since she's not much of an animal lover. well, i wasn't too till i see ben's one. live somemore. aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be crashing eza's crib tomorrow with some other lovely babes. we'll be prolly bake some cookies&amp;brownies for the class! after which, we will be having a mini movie marathon and a group study! i'll am so looking forward for it. did i ever mention i'm loving 4E1 more and more?&lt;br /&gt;they are so lovely lah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 258px; HEIGHT: 187px" height="595" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/IVORY010.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random pic: this is probably what you'll see during rainy days. there are more more more. umbrella galore! you'll see over 20 umbrellas. just name your colour :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;until the next update ;&lt;br /&gt;seeya lovelies :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and everyone have been complaining to me about you but i just told them no point telling me. i can't do anything. its just you and maybe her. i'm sorry but i have got to agree with safuan and the rest that you've changed alot. like seriously. and its not about jealousy. trust me. sometimes i wonder, if you were ever a friend of mine. you're different now. far way different from the one i used to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-8885210032049285134?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/8885210032049285134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=8885210032049285134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/8885210032049285134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/8885210032049285134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/04/update-d.html' title='Update :D'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-6414112400792783754</id><published>2007-04-23T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T23:04:33.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oral'/><title type='text'>Screwed.</title><content type='html'>I screwed my Mother Tongue oral!&lt;br /&gt;The examiner was already staring at me when I completed reading the passage. The first question she asked was " Awak nak kejar siape?" (Read: Who are you trying to chase?)&lt;br /&gt;She also added that if I were to continue doing that for the Os, i'm gonna be in dead meat.&lt;br /&gt;And the I kept on pausing and speaking in English for the convo part. Oh die fizz, die. Aww :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, just a little something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 241px; HEIGHT: 176px" height="463" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/DSC00200.jpg" width="388" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 246px; HEIGHT: 183px" height="601" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/DSC00201.jpg" width="348" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happens when Ben meet Fizz's hairclip and necklace. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Bapok for life. YAAY! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-6414112400792783754?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/6414112400792783754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=6414112400792783754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/6414112400792783754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/6414112400792783754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/04/screwed.html' title='Screwed.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-5289807231856775413</id><published>2007-04-22T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T20:01:30.841+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><title type='text'>Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/279839"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/279839/2.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; dear ______,&lt;br /&gt;i know you are not happy about me being close with him now. but please don't get it wrong. i don't have any intention of stealing him from you. we are just friends, i swear. i know things are not fine between the two of you and that you are blaming me for that. i know you have been telling people that we both have been behaving intimately and you are pretty upset about it. you complained to people that he is spending more time with me than he is to you.i'll take myself away from him if you want me to. if that makes you happy, then i shall willingly do it. i don't want us to become the worst of enemies because of this and i don't want you to be telling people about how much i have changed and influenced him when i didn't. tell me what you want me to do and i'll be more than glad to do it for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-5289807231856775413?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/5289807231856775413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=5289807231856775413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/5289807231856775413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/5289807231856775413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/04/test.html' title='Test'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-2594731636927614691</id><published>2007-04-20T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:37:36.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rizal'/><title type='text'>random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/983627808l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for not been updating daily.&lt;br /&gt;for those who did check back once in a while to see if i'd updated, thank you for that but i'm sorry to say i won't be updating like how i used to.&lt;br /&gt;if i do happen to update, fret not i'll definitely tell the world (:&lt;br /&gt;well i have my tagboard down there, so if you do happen to want to say something(which I think would be rare), do leave some words behind for some loving. i love tags. remember? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back at my previous post, i feel so stupid for wanting to close down my blog. i feel that no matter how busy i am or how my interest in blogging have faded, the thought of closing down shouldn't be there. that is just, &lt;i&gt;silly. &lt;/i&gt;it will definitely be back again man. haha. but oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for people out there who assumed I was emo and thats the reason why i wanted to close down this blog, don't be stupid. i am so not emo and i don't silt myself nor do I say my &lt;s&gt;heart &lt;/s&gt;hart bleeds or whatever. muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck, i'm pissed with my internet connection. not only does it gets disconnected every 0.24684 minutes, the bloody remote computer also kept on not responding and it is extremely slow for it to revive again and that i have to leave the convo with ben,nik and others just like that. ugh. am seriously annoyed. i hope dad gets the new line asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the past days' have been rather interesting. i feel alive again. i've been in a good mood since tuesday cos everything around me seems to be so great in all aspect. whee :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am currently on the phone with sharizal. barosssssss. so yay yay. thanks for calling, yaw. you killed my boredom. like seriously. ya lah, ben &amp; gang went for bally's steamboat. rawwrrr. if only it was halal! haha. they must be having fun now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, its ball's 16th birthday today and it seems like its 4E get together party. denise &amp;amp; gang was super nice to bake for him brownies. very sweet of them. bolang must be so touched eh. haha. recess was gorgeous. 50% of 4E and some 4Ns gathered outside 4E1 to whack ball, but that was just a little tiny winy bit. it was so packed &amp; cramped outside the classroom. very happening. it seems like ball is sooo famous when it comes to his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;after school was more gorgeous. using the flour, eggs, curry powder and cold water that I bought (read: only me. haha), me and the normal people i mingle with (ben, nik, dany, faraleeza and a few others) went ahead with our plan of sabo-ing ball ; IN SCHOOL. and oh, i dropped my first egg even before bolang came out from his a maths class! -.-&lt;br /&gt;ball was given the second birthday bash by 1552572 people. his face was reddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, great job people.mission accomplished. and dear ball, don't angry eh :]&lt;br /&gt;cleaning was tough. so much for volunteering to clean eh ben :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy 16th birthday, Bo Lang!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hope you have a wonderful wonderful life ahead. jia you for the Os! smelly beancurd is always remembered okay :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very random post.&lt;br /&gt;seeya all :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-2594731636927614691?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/2594731636927614691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=2594731636927614691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/2594731636927614691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/2594731636927614691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/04/random.html' title='random.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-1533736353112169765</id><published>2007-04-16T21:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:37:55.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>oh please.</title><content type='html'>oh please, don't ask me for a decent update. i know it's not acceptable for me to say i am real busy. right? but seriously, the assignments have been piling up like nobody's business and like i'm supposed to be doing them, not posting this thing up. be glad people, at least i made an effort to post this up.okay, now i sounded like i'm not sincere.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, i'm sorry if i won't be updating much. school has been taking too much of my time lately and like i mentioned before, mid year is coming up yaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the voting result, i WILL continue blogging for you lovely people out there. although initially my main intention was to close it down, due to the loss of interest in blogging, the overwhelming (or maybe not) response made me feel I should continue blog. so say yay with me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is pretty much fun, but dirty. i mean, the people i mix with have dirty brains. hahahaha. and in the end, i'm the one who is being labelled as such. yea yea.&lt;br /&gt;and just when i stick out my tongue to touch my lips, they will make a loud huhu-haha over it, and saying i'm trying to make love and is horny -.- &lt;br /&gt;immature people. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i take back my word of disliking the new sitting arrangement. i love the new sitting arrangement. it makes me awake and high. okay? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have PE tomorrow. YAY! guess we will be doing the 2.4km run trial. i shall not complain. the sooner we do it, the sooner it will end. and i shall run like i'm killing ______ at the ending line. okay well, thats some kind of motivation for me, if not for you. right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've used 704 sms in 8 days! Oh crap. Mom&amp;Dad will be so unhappy about it if i exceed my 1000 free smses this month like what i did the previous month. I shall cut down on my sms-es and start calling people instead. Aww. Lets wait till the bill comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; oh ben, i want steak luh luh luh.&lt;br /&gt;this weekend? okay? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodloo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-1533736353112169765?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/1533736353112169765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=1533736353112169765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/1533736353112169765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/1533736353112169765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-please.html' title='oh please.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-2522659516935805139</id><published>2007-04-13T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T17:12:27.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punat. sixteen. ben. tie.dee. draw.'/><title type='text'>Punat turns 16!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY, SAFUAN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stay hot &amp; macho always alright. May all your wishes &amp;amp; dreams come true in the following you. God bless you, Punat. Hope you like the shoe. we shall go out one day for me to make it up alrights (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; oh, thanks ben for the tie :D&lt;br /&gt;i love you lah. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/MFL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;courtesy of dirisa. you know, i know.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeeee. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-2522659516935805139?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/2522659516935805139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Poll.</title><content type='html'>falling asleep in class is heavenly, especially when you are sitted right under the fan and you have a cushion next to you. woah :D&lt;br /&gt;alright, so yea, i admit, i fell asleep for gazzilions of times today in school - be it with my mouth wide open, in ava room or classroom, or whatever. i even fell asleep when i was supposed to mark the attendance of the class during ASP &amp; that i was awakened by 4E2 chairman and was told to mark it and pass it to the teacher in charge. i was so blur, not knowing what to do that everyone laughed at me at that point of time. cannot blame me lah, i'm still sleepy although i washed my face with more than a litre of pipe water. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally got punat's present! looking for it ain't easy okay. especially when its an elephant foot. hint hint. hehe. hope he loves it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which,&lt;br /&gt;i feel so bad now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;safuan: fizz, datang arr. please. you are the only person i wanna see that day, beside dee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; dear safuan, i'm really sorry if i can't bring myself to turn up tomorrow and please, don't get me wrong. its not as if i don't want to go. i DO want to go. its my punat's 16th birthday party afterall. you should know the reason by now, since we had the heart to heart talk just now. i'll make it up to you one day if i were not to turn up tomorrow, i promise.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if only it didn't happen ; things wouldn't be so complicated.&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;form action="http://poll.pollcode.com/PMyl" method="post"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="150" border="0"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Should this blog be closed down?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;input type="radio" value="1" name="answer"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;Oh fuck, YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;input type="radio" value="2" name="answer"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;Oh hell, NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;input type="radio" value="3" name="answer"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;I don't know lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Vote"&gt; &lt;input type="submit" value="View" name="view"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" colspan="2"  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/7876980283490197629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/04/should-this-blog-be-closed-down-oh-fuck.html' title='Poll.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-7910073339187777264</id><published>2007-04-10T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T17:11:20.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bawah gatal.'/><title type='text'>got over it.</title><content type='html'>oh shit ;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't get to solve any of the e maths sum given since the past hour. not even one!&lt;br /&gt;i'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow,&lt;br /&gt;i'm very very very okay now. in fact, i'm a happy sexy hot kiddo all over again. muahahah. i'm moving on with life, happily. thanks to all those who actually bothered to check on me, to see if i'm doing fine. hey look, i'm just trying to acknowledge those who spared some time off their busy lives for the used to be a poor soul down here okay, nothing else. hehe. you people were great lah. i feel the love. aww :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met up with the &lt;i&gt;bawah gatal&lt;/i&gt; gang namely safuan punat, haikal scofield and nina noneh yesterday at 7.30pm and slacked until 10pm or so.&lt;br /&gt;it was funny shit and happening, i tell you. we even came out with our hatelist and decided to go whack each one of them the next day. safuan can't wait to get the no. 7 girl on the list while haikal wants to go for the first guy. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;nina was cool to not having anyone to whack, just yet while i'm gonna whack both safuan &amp; haikal since they are my chong &amp;amp; asst chong respectively. haha -.-&lt;br /&gt;and oh, if you don't know, both punat and scofield was ffaarrrtttiiinnnggggggg all the way. yeah. maknye baik? nyehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna be rather busy for the next few weeks &amp; will not be able to update as regularly as before because mid year is coming.oh shivers-&lt;br /&gt;i'll still do a random update once in a while though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aside that.&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i think having to sit with dany isn't that bad afterall. although rivalry is always there, revenge is always sweet, baby. hehe. the coolest thing we would do together is to open up the latest magazine, (be it seventeen, cleo or lime) and to flip it open to see eye candies! both the hot babes&amp;amp;dudes. and we will always end up fighting, again, because we just want to grab hold of it and not share with one another. nyehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; having salihin having to sit next to dany is ddddiiiirrrrtttttyyyyy. hahah. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;i love them (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; dirisa, the next time you go for it again,&lt;br /&gt;you MUST ask me along, and i MUST follow okay! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH,&lt;br /&gt;did i mention that i would be receiving an award during the speech day?&lt;br /&gt;service merit award, baby.&lt;br /&gt;muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; bolang, i've changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want the white one anymore. make it the black&amp;amp;red havaianas sandals please.&lt;br /&gt;you'll get your adidas shirt soon yaw :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; benedict, you don't have to wait for me already.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 260px" height="386" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/DSC02151.jpg" width="318" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;byee :DD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-7910073339187777264?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/7910073339187777264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=7910073339187777264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/7910073339187777264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/7910073339187777264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/04/got-over-it.html' title='got over it.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-4746608719471196521</id><published>2007-04-10T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T22:27:38.582+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old hag.'/><title type='text'>aku nak rant.</title><content type='html'>something need immediate blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dearest 4E1 is obviously very frustrated with ________. look, she just won't let the matter rest. so what if someone actually immitated the way she talked? i mean hey, come on. you don't have to make it a big deal and tell the whole world about it, hoping for us all to be punished severely. firstly, you accused two innocent boys wrongly and they were made to write a report &amp; a full length essay on respect. then they were punished accordingly. you even made this two chaps apologies in front of the two classes &amp;amp; after they have done so, you criticised them and called them stupid and such. you shouted at us like one crazy old fellow, saying we are stupid&amp;dumb, which obviously falls into the same category. &amp;amp; do you think i am sooo free to get out of the room in the morning just to report to my form teacher? gah. get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are NOT happy. we were even FORCED to do up an apology card, and we DID put in effort. together, as a class. we gave it to you, sincerely and what on earth were you thinking that you didn't even want to accept them? do you know we even have to do it all over again. you even told us that you just want to take it as if we didn't exist. you didn't want to teach us, so okay, fine. we kept quiet while you went on to teach the other class. you didn't even give any work for us to do unless someone admit his/her mistake.&lt;br /&gt;ugh. just what the fuck is wrong with you? just what do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is our O levels year, this year and yes, the lesson IS important to us. we WANT to do well. do you think we really have a choice since our teacher is on a long term MC?&lt;br /&gt;please lah, your sensitivity level is tooo high. or maybe your ego. gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-4746608719471196521?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/4746608719471196521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=4746608719471196521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/4746608719471196521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/4746608719471196521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/04/aku-nak-rant.html' title='aku nak rant.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-8893077001304875988</id><published>2007-04-08T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T22:31:58.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='four e one.'/><title type='text'>sports&amp;arts fest [4E1]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 280px" height="500" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/IMG_4814.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 280px" height="500" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/IMG_4818.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 280px" height="500" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/IMG_4819.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 280px" height="500" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/IMG_4820.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 280px" height="500" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/IMG_4821.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spot &lt;s&gt;me&lt;/s&gt; my head, if you can (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i love you, 4E1 (:&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/29813853-8893077001304875988?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/8893077001304875988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=8893077001304875988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/8893077001304875988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/8893077001304875988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/04/sports-fest-4e1.html' title='sports&amp;arts fest [4E1]'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-6771881429570894693</id><published>2007-04-07T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T22:32:20.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffeebean.'/><title type='text'>life moves on.</title><content type='html'>i finally got myself a new set of hairdryer eversince the old one died a few weeks ago and it made my life a little more miserable because i have to wake up earlier to dry my hair using the fan before i'm off to school. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in addition to that, i splurged on a new pair of levis jeans, two colognes, compact powder, stationaries, junk foods, lip balms, hair accessories and nonsense but cute stuffs today to cheer myself up. i spent quite abit but overall, i'm satisfied. don't ask me why. i guess what sharizal said is true. shopping will definitely makes you high. we shall do it more often. and no, i didn't strike any lottery or whatnots. money are meant to be spent anyways. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i've left with quite abit of sum until my next allowance and i have yet to get safuan's present. o'oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;soon eh, soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met nunu at around 3.30pm and slacked at coffeebean. my eyes was still a little swollen due to the unnecessary crying the whole of yesterday and she said i look as if i was dying and totally horrible. aww. but i still love her (:&lt;br /&gt;ben, nik, yy and ng came and i was contented just seeing them. i was happy of course. their jokes and lame doings just made me feel a whole lot better.&lt;br /&gt;the guys went to catch a movie at about 7pm. they asked us along but since i don't have the mood to catch it, me and nuraini decided not to go. so they went for it while we girls continued slacking at coffeebean. i managed to complete my english assignment. so yay. reached home at nearly 10pm after roaming the mall a few times.&lt;br /&gt;thanks nunu, ben, nik, yy &amp; ng for the wonderful time today. i love you guys lah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;dear howard,sharizal,farah and J:&lt;br /&gt;please oh please cheer up. don't be sad. i perfectly understand how you guys feel because i've been in your shoes. life still moves on and trust me, time will heal. things happen. people come and go in our life. and when we really treasure them, the sooner they'll go. its okay. you guys still have me and i still have you guys(:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; like what sharizal said, loving someone doesn't mean you have to be with them okay? tell me you guys will be okay. &amp; smileeeeeeee alrights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its already past midnight but i can't get myself to sleep. gah.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll go dig some old dvds and watch it till i fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 356px; HEIGHT: 283px" height="597" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/DSC00169.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 256px" height="598" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/DSC00166.jpg" width="348" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 284px" height="595" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/DSC00168.jpg" width="358" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-6771881429570894693?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/6771881429570894693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=6771881429570894693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/6771881429570894693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/6771881429570894693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/04/shopping-bebeh.html' title='life moves on.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-2213150017423783122</id><published>2007-04-05T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T09:06:23.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sports&amp;arts fest.</title><content type='html'>sports&amp;arts fest wasn't as happening as the the past years. i don't know why. but oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;to my dear 4E1, we did it! its okay even if we didn't win.i know we all did our best. i am so proud of you guys because we had the team spirit &amp;amp; the unity. the bond was strong, i could feel it. we hugged, we cried&amp; lent each other the shoulder and we just helped and motivated each other regardless of race, gender and religion. i really admired your spirit. i'm happy just to be surrounded by all of you. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; thank you mdm bawani for treating the whole class ice cream. we love you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to be playing soccer &amp; ultimate frisbee but since captain's ball was short of players, i went it and therefore, i couldn't take part in the soccer. i don't regret a single bit because by looking at how our opponent was playing and behaving, i don't even want to think about playing with them. gah -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on,&lt;br /&gt;headed to northpoint with sharizal, tiq, lala, bolang, howard and khairul after the event. dany, hairizi and nasir didn't join us because they were missing. bolang was kind enough to treat us french fries while khairul treated some fruits after we all had our main course. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;we sauntered northpoint till about 9pm before heading back home. these people really made my day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 319px; HEIGHT: 271px" height="478" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/05-04-07_2016.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shortest :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 315px; HEIGHT: 298px" height="483" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/DSC02108.jpg" width="323" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bonzer.ahlang.baros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 314px; HEIGHT: 251px" height="480" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/DSC02125.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ones who made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 315px; HEIGHT: 316px" height="479" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/DSC02129.jpg" width="315" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khairul.rizal.fizz (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 315px; HEIGHT: 280px" height="481" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/DSC02136.jpg" width="323" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharizaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 314px; HEIGHT: 255px" height="480" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/DSC02139.jpg" width="325" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bucked teeth people XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 319px; HEIGHT: 437px" height="641" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/05-04-07_2027.jpg" width="355" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khairul wants to enter the frame. haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thanks to those who really cheered me up and making me laugh and smile back again. i know, some people might have thought i was crazy to suddenly cry at CCAB just now when everything was just fine. something was just disturbing me. but i'm all fine now. thanks all. &amp; thanks sharizal. you mean the world to me (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is a retake of my life.&lt;br /&gt;i was his star for many nights.&lt;br /&gt;now the roles have changed.&lt;br /&gt;and you're the leading lady in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, he loves you &amp;amp; he'll stay with you.&lt;br /&gt;you're his future &amp; i'm his past.&lt;br /&gt;promise me, you won't hurt him &amp;amp; you'll take care of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"loving someone doesn't mean you have to be with them" - sharizal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's hard but i got to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-2213150017423783122?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/2213150017423783122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=2213150017423783122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/2213150017423783122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/2213150017423783122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/04/sports-fest.html' title='sports&amp;arts fest.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-7142037221534288673</id><published>2007-04-04T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T22:39:24.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh bimbos.</title><content type='html'>i don't understand why some people dress up so over-ly to school. and i'm referring to those who actually go to the extent of wearing make up like foundation, eyeliner and such. i've seen some people who wear make ups as thick as my social studies workbook. alright, maybe its a little bit exaggerated here but i mean hey, come on. its SCHOOL. not some pubs. even if your boyfriend/girlfriend is in the same school, you don't have to put on the make up what.&lt;br /&gt;what has it got to do with me? you may ask.&lt;br /&gt;well, it IS affecting me because teachers kept on chasing this kind of people when they aren't supposed to. and by doing so, they are wasting their time, which means, they are wasting our time too. the time could obviously be used to teach the graduating classes something right?&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e maths period is pretty interesting now. it is usually the time whereby everyone talk to themselves, and cracking their brain to solve any particular question given. everyone will just be soooo focused that even if a bird flies into the classroom and shit on their head, noone would notice it. it's also the time where all the dangling dangling fringe and hair will go up or to the back. everyone will look soooo nerdy. hah. the "oooh chey!" or the " oh ya hor!" is definitely a must whenever e maths lesson is on.&lt;br /&gt;interesting interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its fun exchanging letters. i mean talking through it and getting fedex or dhl to send it to you. not those spastic small letters. i'm talking about the ones which have the format of a formal letter, with a stamp and such! faiz never fails to make me smile. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway mdm bawani changed our seating arrangements during the PC period just now. from 4by4 to 2by2. very sad. so much for having tapes at every two tables. i'm still with farah though. but 'afifah is soooo far away. and on my lovely left is dany and salihin. you can expect more quarrels because we have yet to grow up. gaaaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sports&amp;arts fest tomorrow. all the best 4E1. i know everyone is thinking of loosing already. but hey, its okay even if we loose. its just a matter of sportsmanship and participation. we won't want to be like _______ (fill in a class) who don't have a bloody sportsmanship. all they do is to talk big. we shall see tomorrow (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ben, remember our deal. hahahahahahaha.&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/29813853-7142037221534288673?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/7142037221534288673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=7142037221534288673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/7142037221534288673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/7142037221534288673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-bimbos.html' title='oh bimbos.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-4755163092381649576</id><published>2007-04-03T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T21:59:17.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate physics!</title><content type='html'>my day started off pretty well although history was the first period. i have always feared history lesson and i swear i will always do. aside for the tiny winy knowledge that i have, i will never understand the scenario no matter how many times the teacher explains or how many times i revised. i wished i had a guys brain. they can really think out of the box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, sad to say, PE wasn't as interesting as last week. had a game frisbee - typical battle of the sexest but this time, the weather was sooo mean. the sun was obviously scorching on me and i just can't seem to see where the frisbee is that it kept on landing at the opposition's hand. especially dany's and christopher! gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was demoralised by ms yap's words during physics lesson. the way she talked to the class just made me feel so lousy. she kept on comparing us with the other 4E classes! obviously we are at the bottom, you don't have to rub the salt into the wound. you are just making it worse lah. i am so not looking forward to physics lesson now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fedex delivery from faiz during MT lesson kinda made my day. although i was hurt by ms yap's words earlier on, the letter he gave me about the company was good enough to make me smile. thanks dude. i shall reply to you soon. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had frisbee practice after school which ends at nearly 5pm. dany, hairizi and nasir are big bubbles! so much for eating lala's 10 cents. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;the game with 4E3 was tough. they had great players luh luh luh. but hell, 4E1 can do it! oh yes we can! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; ben was super noisy shouting my name during the game. thanks for the support lah okay. i DO appreciate it. hahah. and no, you don't have to do it on thursday. i don't want you to anyway because it is super embarassing! heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also,&lt;br /&gt;thanks rizal for you know what. i'll definitely treasure a friend like you. flattered? haha. and thank you dzafir &amp;amp; quim for offering and treating me drinks today! what got into you guys? hahah. dzafir, seven years! haha. thanks okay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;happy 16th birthday, nikhil!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;promotion coming up up up! yay! (: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and nora, this is what we call a DRY post okay?&lt;br /&gt;this is BORING. no spice! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-4755163092381649576?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/4755163092381649576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=4755163092381649576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/4755163092381649576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/4755163092381649576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-hate-physics.html' title='i hate physics!'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-5583723800515687303</id><published>2007-04-02T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T22:04:07.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4N2 &lt;/3</title><content type='html'>howdy.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not in the best of mood, so i'll make this one short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the draw lots for the sports&amp;amp;arts fest just now was disastrous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;soccer boys:&lt;/strong&gt; 4E1 vs 4N2&lt;strong&gt; (DIE!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;soccer girls:&lt;/strong&gt; 4E1 vs 4N2&lt;strong&gt; (DIE!)&lt;br /&gt;captain's ball:&lt;/strong&gt; 4E1 vs 5N2 &lt;strong&gt;(DIE!)&lt;br /&gt;basketball:&lt;/strong&gt; 4E1 vs 4N2 &lt;strong&gt;(DIE!)&lt;br /&gt;frisbee boys:&lt;/strong&gt; 4E1 vs 4E2 &lt;strong&gt;(20% hope)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;frisbee girls:&lt;/strong&gt; 4E1 semi finals - &lt;strong&gt;(YAY!)&lt;br /&gt;floorball boys:&lt;/strong&gt; 4E1 vs 4N2 &lt;strong&gt;(10% hope)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;floorball girls:&lt;/strong&gt; 4E1 vs 4E4 &lt;strong&gt;(DIE!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;why oh why must we always face 4N2! i was practically hitting hazwan (the 4N2 class chair), whenever they announce 4E1 vs 4N2 or vice versa. gaah.&lt;br /&gt;but on a happier note, we got straight to the semi finals for frisbee girls.&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/29813853-5583723800515687303?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/5583723800515687303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=5583723800515687303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/5583723800515687303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/5583723800515687303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/04/4n2-3.html' title='4N2 &lt;/3'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-5203479880087552018</id><published>2007-04-01T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T22:44:31.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool. Rawrrr.</title><content type='html'>probably this was one of the greatest weekends so far this year. having not to worry about homework since you have done them all already, and no religious class to attend, it made my weekend an enjoyable one although it was spent at home. i didn't have to force myself to complete any given assignment nor worry about not completing them on time. i did a few revisions in between times when i'm bored and i have even completed my whole malay workbook without being asked to! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so saturday evening was spent looking for nikhil's present. it was super back breaking! looking out for guys stuff was never an easy job. however, me and nuraini got them after a few hours sauntering the mall. nothing great though but hope he loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i merely forgot about april fools until scoot reminded me online earlier today. however, being the typical nincompoop, i got tricked twice. one from bolang and the other was from scoot himself. you wouldn't want to know what they were. but scoot really got me. the way he talked can just make you jump down from a 21 storey building. haha. he sounded so real and sincere. i was at the edge of crying already.i mean hey, who would want to loose him man! heh. i even went to lock my bedroom door when i was talking to him to avoid anyone noticing me crying. they must have thought i'm crazy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, thanks darling for making my day. don't you ever do that again okay! i love you loads lah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, &lt;br /&gt;how do i end this post?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-5203479880087552018?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/5203479880087552018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=5203479880087552018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/5203479880087552018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/5203479880087552018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/04/april-fool-rawrrr.html' title='April Fool. Rawrrr.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-6914104782509895616</id><published>2007-03-30T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T21:59:34.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday!</title><content type='html'>enough of all the anger,frustrations,sadness and curses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's look at the bright side of life. today was another typical friday filled with non stop happiness. thank you to the wonderful class of 4E1 for the many full shots of blastful laughters. i had so much fun gossiping, disturbing people and just crapping around although it was in school. the moment felt endless. pure joy were seen on each of our faces and right at the moment when we started our first laughs. thats where the true spirit of class love sparks. however, the weather was mean. i sweat like a pig earlier. heaven definitely wasnt on my side on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im embracing all the good moments right now. depression was just a state of mind. in spite of all the craziness that has been happening all around from class stuff to friendship, it will pretty soon die out, and eventually things will fall into place all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly speaking, i don't want to keep on fighting and cursing. its the last 6 months before we go our own way. i really want to make the best out of it. i hope people change change for the better. &lt;i&gt;so you decide, which path you wanna take. either the good one, or nothing at all. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow,&lt;br /&gt;thanks scoot for everything. and hell, i do love you loads.&lt;br /&gt;you're the best gift ever in this world and nothing can ever beat that, my love (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, after waiting for like a million years, 4E1 got their class jerseys. i had two bodyguards since I was holding $480 cash. dany was so mean to have snatched it away from me and wanting to steal it. anyway, was glad to hear everyone was happy with it and love it. very much the same, it was very pleasing to hear "4E1 jersey is nice" from people from the other class. ben and choon ann bought theirs too. they are still part of us afterall. am glad they are not disappointed about it. of course, we don't expect to win the best class tshirt design competition of whatnot. it didn't even came across in our mind. its just a symbol of our unity by putting it on. we just want each of us to feel a sense of belonging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teachers are being kind with us by not burying us with tonnes of homework for the weekends. furthermore, i need to brush up on my coursework and that ben has been already asking me when would i be cooking for him. he was chosen as my case study because of his weird and the high rate frequency of eating out. haha. and after generating his 3 days meal, he has a very high chance of getting hypertension. he is soo worried about it that he kept on saying " high blood pressure". hahah. and as my case study, i'll be cooking for him some hawker dish, which i hope will turn out nice. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 204px; HEIGHT: 252px" height="287" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/4444.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="416" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/8888.jpg" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 301px" height="416" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/5555-1.jpg" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/54454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this happens when boredom strikes during a maths period. off to the toilet!&lt;br /&gt;mind my handicap hand at the toilet door. was trying to do some slutty pose together with Farah when it turns out disgusting! hah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll end here for today.&lt;br /&gt;blogging seems to be a pain in the lazy ass nowadays. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i'll probably blog in once in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;and hey, there's no vulgarities for this post afterall! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-6914104782509895616?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/6914104782509895616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=6914104782509895616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/6914104782509895616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/6914104782509895616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/03/friday.html' title='friday!'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-242784685565163195</id><published>2007-03-29T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T23:42:37.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uhh?</title><content type='html'>its funny how you think i am affected by you when i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't get it. just what is your fucking problem? you made my life miserable. stop behaving like i owe you a million fuck when i don't!&lt;br /&gt;get a life lah. and please, throw away your stinking attitude.&lt;br /&gt;i know not only one, but nine bloody people already complained to me that your attitude sucks big time lah.&lt;br /&gt;you are different now, different from how you used to be. &lt;br /&gt;stupid asshole, i'm so sick and tired of looking at your face every single day.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody cow, this thing is burning me. &lt;br /&gt;i promise i won't use anymore vulgarities in future!&lt;br /&gt;this is just soooooo arghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hafizah, you must learn how to shout!" -mdm bawani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the weirdest think she had said. am i not too loud already? hah.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just can't make myself to scold the class no matter what bad thing they do. i know lah, lousy chairman. aside for my love towards the class(except for the 2 or 3 people which i truly hate), everytime when i have to scold, there will be people like tiq, lala, bolang, howard and dany who will always make me laugh! haiya. spoil the atmosphere. i will always end up being embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;it is also mentioned that as a class chair, one should be able to discipline the class. but the thing is, i don't even get the chance to discipline myself. haha. as the malay idiom goes &lt;i&gt;seperti ketam menyuruh anaknya berjalan dengan betul&lt;/i&gt; or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its high time for me to wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-242784685565163195?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/242784685565163195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=242784685565163195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/242784685565163195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/242784685565163195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/03/uhh_29.html' title='uhh?'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-1597068952118779706</id><published>2007-03-27T20:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:58:42.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>big fucks.</title><content type='html'>there are just too many big fucks in my class whom i wish i could just chop off their balls and make them eunuch instantly for the rest of their lives. too many assholes in class, too much coward dickheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when i am accused for the things i didn't even do. okay, who likes it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been asking the class to confirm their name and number that they want it to be at their class jersey. i even went to each one of them to reconfirm over and over again and i even make an effort to call those who are absent and reconfirm theirs. i asked one of my class boy what he wanted for his jersey and he told me he wanted so and so. just recently, before i submit the final piece, i asked him again if that was what he wanted and he said YES. so i have submitted the final piece and just now, when one of the teachers confronted him on his jersey name ( which was believed to have some other negative meanings ), he told the teacher that he didn't even want that name on his shirt. of course i was being called out and questioned since i was the one in charge. he happily told the teacher that the name was given to me last year and he actually told me to change it to something else, this year. now fuck that shit. i reconfirmed with the class for thousands of times. furthermore, the piece of paper was being passed around the class for like more than 10 times before i submit it. if there was any bloody error, he would have changed it. but why didn't he? &lt;br /&gt;so he is trying to say that i make things up! right. thats bloody awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one is mentioned on tiq's blog. about this bloody gundu who has the coolest headshape ever. he's such a twofaced bastard who will be selling eggs in the future. he's such a flirt but noone cares about it lah. he listened to whatever fuck we have to say and agree with us. he talked badstuffs about the other party and when everything is over, he went to the other party and tell whatever fuck we have said. and again, he listened to what the other party have got to say and talked bad about us. just the other day, he have the flat A boobs to tell my friend that tiq, lala, farah, hanis, faraleeza and myself are hypocrites. just what the fuck did we ever do to him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall not tell about the others because i can still be patience with them. but not with this two cowdung. get a life, fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first and second finger on my right toe cannot move due to the collision i had with hairizi while trying to run away from dany during PE at the game of frisbee just now. i think i need an mc tomorrow. HAHAHA. what the fuck. just lame excuse to skip school lah. but the collision IS true. i shouted like one mad girl who's being raped at an isolated place when i nearly fall flat on the ground. thanks hairizi. i very malu okay. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after PE, dany called me to him and asked something weird. he actually asked " eh fizz, aku gay eh?" (read: eh fizz, am i gay?) with his very very slamber face. I laughed out loud upon hearing that and replied with a loud YES spontaneously. that must be a bitchslap for him but honesty is always the best policy remember? ha ha ha. his face changed immediately and i quickly went back to my seat to avoid anymore unnecessary questionings.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, this &lt;s&gt;lovely&lt;/s&gt; guy actually threw something(which i assume it was a pen lid) directly to my face when i was going for my mother tongue oral. fucking awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikhil's birthday coming up in a week's time and i have yet to get him anything. oh dear oh dear. Town this saturday anyoneeeeeeeeeeee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle looks both cute and amusing to me. I want to watch lah lah lah lah! Scoot? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have alot of assignments to be handed up tomorrow and i can't even get to solve any one of the maths questions. &lt;br /&gt;ugh ugh ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets get going!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-1597068952118779706?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/1597068952118779706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=1597068952118779706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/1597068952118779706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/1597068952118779706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/03/big-fucks.html' title='big fucks.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-1481713578510454625</id><published>2007-03-25T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T17:59:37.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>intricateintimacy</title><content type='html'>new blog URL! the old one is fucked up due to the hyphen thingy.&lt;br /&gt;no more problems now aye aye? so everyone its time to RELINK! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so my CA results has made me realised that i am not even 10% ready for my O levels. fucking shit. it serves as a wake up call to me though. although i am still idling and chose not to bother about it nor do anything about it, i promise i will. soon, pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i have been saying this. i have been procrastinating. but the longer i procrastinate, the harder it gets for me to start. i am barely left with 2 months to my MT O levels. 64 days left to be exact. speaking of which, my bloody B3 will eventually change my ideal aggregate. I want an A1 lah! &lt;b&gt;A1!&lt;/b&gt; A 75 will do. Just hit it!&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i am still taking it lightly. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this rate, i won't think the ITE would accept me. a bloody 34 for L1R5 and 25 for L1R4 will just make a shit picker in future. Even so, there won't be such a job available anymore because technology will do it.&lt;br /&gt;and an F9 for E Maths will eventually lead me to suicide. god save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't put in enough effort. i know. i tried hard, but not hard enough. frankly speaking, i need a slap, but that won't make me wake up either.&lt;br /&gt;i'm totally damned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case,&lt;br /&gt;both my parents has yet to know my underperforming result. maybe i'll let them see on monday. just a minute before i'm off to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my menstrual camp is killing me since afternoon. i'm dying.&lt;br /&gt;i need a hot chocolate drink. ugh ugh ugh ugh -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 269px; HEIGHT: 294px" height="457" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/4E1logo.jpg" width="381" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class logo courtesy of brenana (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-1481713578510454625?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/1481713578510454625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=1481713578510454625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/1481713578510454625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/1481713578510454625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/03/intricateintimacy.html' title='intricateintimacy'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-317725652906092616</id><published>2007-03-24T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T12:28:26.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthdays</title><content type='html'>I'm late for this, i know. But its better than never :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;21st March&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 16th birthday, Lutfi :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Takmo jadi gay lah lah lah. Haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;22nd March&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 16th birthday, Salihin :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dah besar kau. Haha. Cock-A-Doo-Doo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;23rd March&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 16th birthday, Sebastian Foo :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are finally 16! We can go Kpool legally now! We shall hangout again sooooooon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;24th March&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 16th birthday, Vern :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know what, maybe you should stop revising your maths. Give me the chance to win you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 16th birthday, Wei Loong :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, i remembered your birthday! I'm flattered that you are touched! Haha. CYLK &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 16th birthday, Fatin :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't kacau my anggota anymore. Hahaha! Stay chic yaw.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few people commented that they can't view my blog. Okay, I can't either. I'm still thinking of what URL i should change to. I'll update you all soon okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-317725652906092616?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/317725652906092616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=317725652906092616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/317725652906092616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/317725652906092616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/03/birthdays.html' title='birthdays'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-7578455337827984077</id><published>2007-03-20T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T23:47:19.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DARLING.</title><content type='html'>Okay, lets be honest down here.&lt;br /&gt;Gotten back all the CAs results. Its fucking shitty. I don't think i need to be embarassed about it. Its my fault anyway for not studying. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;I got a fucking F9 for E Maths, Combined Humanities and Combined Science. And on a much lighter note, i only got an A2 for both F&amp;N and Eng and a fucking sad B3 for MT. Half more mark to an A2! But still, not up to the expectation of the A1. Shame on you, Fizz! Also, I bloody lost to Salihin for F&amp;amp;N by one mark. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very dissapointing laaaah.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all, 4E1 has got only 3 passes for E Maths, no passes for Physics, no passes for a maths, 1 girl pass for hist, 4 passes for SS and less than half the class passes for chem. Every subject teacher came in and said the same thing over and over again. More to a demoralization than to a motivation. And of course, they did their typical comparison throughout the 4 classes when they shouldn't be. Sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a much happier note,&lt;br /&gt;4E1 actually came in the top half in the express stream for english! Something to be proud of actually i guess. We actually won 4E3 and 4E2 man! haha. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY, DARLING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You mean the world to me. I love you more than what the words can describe laaaaaaaaaahhhh :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God bless. May all your wishes &amp; dreams come true in the following year &lt;33&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and  so my dearest birthday boy is happily resting at home instead of going to school today. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-7578455337827984077?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/7578455337827984077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=7578455337827984077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/7578455337827984077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/7578455337827984077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-birthday-darling.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DARLING.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-5614784796989272059</id><published>2007-03-19T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T18:09:24.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pri 6</title><content type='html'>so school has started. gah gah gah.&lt;br /&gt;one week passed just like that eh? haha.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, we got back our CA papers to check it. i'm not gonna tell them here, just yet. wait till i get the overall marks and i'll tell okay? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite only the first day of the school, we had the asp programme. the first one was e maths. did some work and just played around and talk talk talk. gah.&lt;br /&gt;the second one was chem and since i knew no teacher would be coming in to check on us, i roamed about the school with calysta and finally settled down at 4N3. crapped with ben, sharizal and paiz. great companion! did their work for them and just laid back lah. it was funny when Mr Chio actually confronted us about which class we came from and what were we doing there and all. i stupidly said i have forgotten my class when he asked. paiz was trying to cover for me. however, in the end, we did tell the truth lah and that we 5 said that we were having a group study, where me and calysta are teaching the 3 guys physics. right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i came across my primary school's yearly book when i saw my primary 6 class photos. i had a great laugh seeing each and everyone of my classmate then and i compared that picture with their current ones. everyone looked so cute and chubby at that time. but now, well okay, handsome/pretty and charming lah:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dzafir and jim were desperate for the 6/1 class photo. jim was extra emotional here. it brought back memories lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came to realised that out of the 40 pupils in that class (6/1), 14 of us actually got into canberra sec. and all of us managed to get into the express stream. interesting i should say. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 322px; HEIGHT: 312px" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 323px; HEIGHT: 308px" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/5-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/3-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/4-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at them. a huge change isn't it? 4 years have past and everyone is so grown up! wow.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww. memories memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights, till here.&lt;br /&gt;i told you i'm making it short didn't i?&lt;br /&gt;well, take care dearies :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-5614784796989272059?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/5614784796989272059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=5614784796989272059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/5614784796989272059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/5614784796989272059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/03/pri-6.html' title='Pri 6'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-546576402869120579</id><published>2007-03-18T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T18:00:11.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>infatuation</title><content type='html'>I better blog before someone starts whining, again. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, lets see.&lt;br /&gt;on friday night, i was happily cleaning up my room when i got an unexpected call from faraleeza. i thought she was going to ask about the details of the flag day the following day like the rest, so i just picked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eza: hey babe, guess what?&lt;br /&gt;fizz: eh hello. sup?&lt;br /&gt;eza: i'm at orchard taka and sleeq is performing right now.&lt;br /&gt;fizz: fuck! no way! ezaaaaaaa!!&lt;br /&gt;eza: *laughs laughs laughs*&lt;br /&gt;fizz: aaahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;eza: can you hear that? they are singing the "pilihlah aku"&lt;br /&gt;fizz: yes yes yes. awww. sleeq!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we continued chatting for a while before putting down the phone. i was sad. sad that i couldn't make it there because noone was free or interested to go. if i ever knew eza was going to see shino, i would have went too! oh wells. and anyhow, that phonecall made me stopped cleaning my room. yea, right after it, i didn't continue. in fact, i sat down and felt my heart aching. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following day, while i was reading a book, it was nad's turn. she told me she was at tampines (where sleeq was performing), and that many minahreps were going gugugaga and trying to interview him. gah. nad, who isn't interested at syarif condemned him like shit. hahah. she said something like he's arrogant and all. gaaaaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind nevermind. i didn't go, but so what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's infatuation fizz, infatuation. wake up wake up. go back to your reality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyhoo, we had flag day on saturday. met lala somewhere before heading to school. we were late. but oh wells, we still managed to join the rest.&lt;br /&gt;so initially me, lala, farah, hanis, salihin and bolang were to go together but the guys wanted to bring more guys, so i said no and it was left with we four girls. we went to had breakfast at northpoint's macs where i had my first donor, which was my mom before heading to tampines to do our business. we wanted to go sengkang at first, but changed our mind soonafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we seperated and started doing our thang. it was super slow at first because the location we were at were kinda empty. we headed to the interchange and yea man, thats the place i'm looking for. people donated money like their wallets were full of coins. kaching. many things happened. &amp;&amp;amp; i came to realised that there are actually &lt;i&gt;macam-macam jenis orang yang hidup dalam dunia ini.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey nina, my malay isn't that bad okay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i received some tips from two makciks. i know i shouldn't be accepting it but they were fierce. haha. they went like " this is for you okay. take it. don't put inside the tin ah! go buy water later. my grandchildren always do this kinda thing also"&lt;br /&gt;and whenever i said "nono, i cannot take it. no need," they will be replying "TAKE IT. BUY WATER! Don't put inside the tin ah! don't ah"&lt;br /&gt;and like so what you expect me to do? hahah. &lt;i&gt;rezeki babe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, there's this one cheeky guy, who donated 10 cents and asked me to paste the sticker on him! gah. i did. what to do. but i felt disgusted after that. i just don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;there's also some who asked for like 6 stickers. take lah take lah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, i'm satisfied with my collection. i think 3/4 of my can was filled up. way to go, fizzy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, like anyone wanna guess who this is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 175px; HEIGHT: 240px" height="496" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/DSC02074.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so school starts tomorrow. i still have my english and physics assignments to complete.&lt;br /&gt;alright, back to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeya all :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-546576402869120579?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/546576402869120579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=546576402869120579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/546576402869120579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/546576402869120579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/03/infatuation.html' title='infatuation'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-7411157913206461798</id><published>2007-03-15T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T18:08:14.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>town.</title><content type='html'>i finally got the time to get away from books. i finally had some fun after a whole long dreadful week of common test and then the intensive programme in school. phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like any other bookless day, i headed to town with the lovely people, namely ben, nina, alvin ng and yang yi. the main aim was to accompany ben to get his long awaited nike backpack which was initially fucking hot. so yea, that was it. he said goodbye to his $114 to bring home the brown species instead. haha. there, we 5 had a great time laughing our ass out and measuring each other's butts. also, ben is super horny to actually want to measure some obscene things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we roamed about for a while before heading to suntec city to meet mr jason tan. had a hard time deciding where to eat since there wasn't much halal eating places there. so we sauntered suntec city, looking for a place to eat before i whispered swensens to yy which then he told mr jason tan and we went for it it. benedict and myself ordered our typical breaded chicken together with nina. it seems like whenever me and ben go for swensens, we will always order this chicken and I will always end up giving away parts of it because its just too much. haha. typical typical. yy had his curry chicken baked rice which he was being teased about while ng had i can't remember the name baked rice. mr jason tan had his seafood spaghetti and he ordered 2 u.s fries and calamari ring for the table which he ended up paying everything and didn't want to accept our money. thank you, mr jason tan :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to get mr jason tan's digi cam at harvey norman and then headed to sembawang park, in his car to meet the other 19 eXe2s. they were playing soccer/frisbee and so yea.&lt;br /&gt;headed home at 8pm after having some cakes and drinks at sp coffeebean because kartini kept on pestering me to send her the pics online by 8.15pm. and yea, being a good friend, i did what she demanded. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures of today will be up soon when nina have transferred them all to me okay? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, just the other day, i took 962 back to sembawang from woodlands and it was jam packed because it was the peak hours. i only got a seat after for like gazzilions of stop. okay, that was exaggerated. and so, after managing to get a seat, a father and his son in front of me was happily doing this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="191" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/8563.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's fucking rude isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;there were still many people standing okay.&lt;br /&gt;god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three major things going on tomorrow - np batam trip, campus superstar for jim&amp;jialiang, running for rid&amp;amp;yangyi.&lt;br /&gt;good luck, people!&lt;br /&gt;now which do we go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow,&lt;br /&gt;sleeq will be performing tomorrow at taka.&lt;br /&gt;so make it 4 major things.&lt;br /&gt;eh, anyone up for it?&lt;br /&gt;nyeheheh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-7411157913206461798?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/7411157913206461798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=7411157913206461798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/7411157913206461798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/7411157913206461798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/03/town.html' title='town.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-5026482797428725293</id><published>2007-03-14T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T18:01:22.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you melt my heart.</title><content type='html'>imoutofwordstodescribeitcauseitmeltsme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on a lighter note,&lt;br /&gt;extended programme has ended. so yay!&lt;br /&gt;flag day this saturday though. gah gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay toodloo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/852.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/852.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-5026482797428725293?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/5026482797428725293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=5026482797428725293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/5026482797428725293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/5026482797428725293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-melt-my-heart.html' title='you melt my heart.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-8558071875151302562</id><published>2007-03-13T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T20:26:33.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPH</title><content type='html'>i wanted to skip class today but the thought of lying helplessly on my bed and doing nothing, i decided to go for it though my flu &amp; sorethoat decided to play cool for the moment. I didn't managed to scrounge to stay home under various circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am certainly wiped from today's school. I had to face the computer doing coursework after the two hours intensive mother tongue programme. I had to face it for the straight six and a half hours doing Research&amp;Explore + Decision Making. But of course there were times where I did things that wasn't related with the coursework, like chatting with the people online. Oh, thanks to those who actually entertained my craps just now. You don't know how bored I was (and hungry!).&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted for coming home only after 6pm these days. I know I shouldn't complain . But oh wells. I'm too tired to update actually.Plus I have 2 essays to be completed by tomorrow. But one thing for sure - Yesterday's carnival rock big balls! Sleeq and deputy siren was hotstuffs yaw! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 345px; HEIGHT: 566px" height="628" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/P31200444.jpg" width="345" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 279px; HEIGHT: 224px" height="599" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/P3120010.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEQ!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 281px; HEIGHT: 204px" height="602" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/P3120021.jpg" width="347" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deputy Siren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooooooooh! Seeyaaaa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-8558071875151302562?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/8558071875151302562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=8558071875151302562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/8558071875151302562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/8558071875151302562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/03/sph.html' title='SPH'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-4502054151525637880</id><published>2007-03-10T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T18:09:39.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="disphorical.net/q" src="http://www.quickimage.disphorical.net/61173537214love.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this pic at Deviantart and I thought it is awesome. Don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crashed Nuraini's crib to waste time since we have nowhere to go and I don't want to rot at home this weekends. We watched some good old movies, surveyed handphones, read newspapers, played bullshit, crapped like usual, disturb each other, did some assignments and just slacked around since noone was home :D&lt;br /&gt;But before that, we went to grab some food from NTUC and then to the bazaar, or some might call it pasar malam. I got a campbell mushroom soup, some Ritz biscuits, cup noodles, green tea and the keropok lekor while Nunu spent on Oreos, Youghurt drink, 6 packets of peach tea, apples and cempedak goreng but I think there's more but I just can't remember what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was nifty of course. Especially when it is coupled with Pokka green tea. How heavenly. Tea break or I would call it late lunch with some great old movies was amusing but wasn't up to par with the last few. The computer-typing fights were hard-hitting fun, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting like an emo when the song Same script, different class was been played was bullshit. Nuraini was cutting off steam everytime the song was played that I have to ask her to repeat the song time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a huge secret to tell about Nuraini but I guess I shouldn't type it down here to avoid embarassment for her. I got a shock out of my life when I saw it. You know, you know. You wouldn't believe it either if I were to tell. Now, everyone, please believe that looks ARE deceiving. I'm sure you know what I am talking about right Nu? Tsk tsk. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up playing Tic-Tac-Toe by 7pm because there were simply nothing for us to do. I was already bored that I decided to meet Lala at 7.30pm. We just catched up and then roamed about and had some funny typical girls talk before heading home at 9pm when we had nowhere to go already and that Lala was warned not to go home late. Outing with Lala is always great fun because we two just rock big balls when we meet especially when we condemed all the minahreps. Haha. Oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surveyed my hair, and it was long, spilling over the collar, which I doubt would be an exception in terms of short.I'm still thinking whether or not I should get my hair cut, or rather trim it. Its not easy to maintain long hair you know and tying it up for school is such a chore when you have to dry it first and then tie it up, and then neatened it and blah blah but at the end of they day, everything goes haywire because the wind which enters the classroom will just blow your hair away. And when you just pin everything up because you can't take it anymore, there will be people like Howard and some other guys who will just kept on asking you to put down your fringe because obviously you don't look pleasant when everything is pinned up even when they don't admit it was. Why can't they understand the feeling i'm going through with messy hair? Put yourself in my shoe lah :( Okay fuck,that was too dramatic. Haha. And shampooing will just get a whole lot easier for short hair. Right right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some irritating teenyboppers downstairs my block talking loudly. More than 100 decibles because I can still hear them despite blasting my speakers to the maximum volume and hearing some loud music. Noisy buggers. I feel like throwing water bombs at them but then again if i do so, i'll be just like one of them. So why bother. And worse still, they are acting like some desperate lesbians. Man, how ugly are the guys that they'd have to resort to lesbianity? They put the guys' name to shame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I hate getting angry at people. It just makes me dig every flaw they posses, every imperfection they burden, every fault they harbour. It just reeks suckism, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;In our lives, there are many people we want to please. And if your boyfriend isn't included in that list, you're the saddest fuck there is. Girls, always dressed to kill, putting on their best, treating their boyfriends with the best, and I wouldn't be suprise if giving their boyfriends the best. But but, i guess she went too far. Too far that she had to lose her virginity because of that guy. And that guy isn't any nice chap that will gurantee to be hers forever. Now thats fucking sad and no, i am not jealous for what she had done. I don't care. I have my self respect and that I know just where is my limits lah okay. I'm no cheapo or some slut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm bored. You know I'm not a morning person. So give me a disco ball and some &lt;s&gt;beers&lt;/s&gt; green tea and I'll party like there's no tomorrow. Throwing in a few friends wouldn't hurt either. Mornings come so fast, nights - they never last. I think im suffering from the late nights-deprival symptoms. Gah. Feeeeeeee, &lt;s&gt;China Black&lt;/s&gt; Momo laaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/Ball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone care to guess who this is? Tag tag tag! Answer will be out soon, pretty soon :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-4502054151525637880?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/4502054151525637880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=4502054151525637880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/4502054151525637880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/4502054151525637880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/03/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-4415806317098313143</id><published>2007-03-09T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T18:06:30.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza Hut treat</title><content type='html'>Mdm Nora treated the Blog TV editors at Pizza Hut just now.There were like 13 of us in total if I'm not wrong. It was awesome. We ordered things like as if money were like leaves that you can pluck out anytime and that it is always available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was super full before even I finished my spaghetti that Ass had to finish them up for me. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;So thank you, Mdm Nora. It was great lah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we roamed about CWP to waste time and at the same time look out for clothes and just anything. The CAs are over, its just right for us to take a breather after a one week of study study study. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shophopped and I was made to try at like all the hot shoes in Metro. Everyone was like "Fizz, try this on! Fizz, try this on!" whenever they came across a hot shoe. Like that red hot heels pumps. God damn it. I was confused though, not knowing which one to try on since everyone was asking me to try the different shoes on. Ha. Its funny. It was fun although I kept on complaining like " Why lah you all make me try so many shoes"&lt;br /&gt;In the end, when I'm sick and tired of trying them on and them going "Woo" and "Waa", I told them we should stop and go to the other sections. Haha. I tried more than 15 shoes okay! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of it, maybe I should own one shoe boutique in future, selling hot shoes. Waaaaaah. Okay, cut that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point of time, Ass had been saying " Eh Hafizah, if I were a guy right, I will definitely stead with you, you know" for the third time, this year! How scary. Sorry Ass, you are a girl. So lets stick to just girlfriends. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of tops caught my attention. And I want the bloody dress desperately. I will get it one day, oh yes I will. Haha. Mommy/ Daddy, extra cash please? No? Okay fine, time to scrimp and save!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Swensens at about 7pm before heading home at nearly 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;It was an enjoyable trip, having to spend a day with your CCA mates. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 292px; HEIGHT: 214px" height="293" alt="disphorical.net/q" src="http://www.quickimage.disphorical.net/71173536936DSC00076.JPG" width="366" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was made to try this also lah okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dear ________ (fill in the blanks),&lt;br /&gt;Eversince that someone stepped into your life, it seems like your world is only revolving around that someone. It seems like I matter no more to you. How sad. Everything seems to change. I still love you and misses you. Can we be like how we used to be? Please? I hope that someone will go away and leave us the hell alone. I don't wanna lose you, lah :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-4415806317098313143?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/4415806317098313143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=4415806317098313143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/4415806317098313143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/4415806317098313143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/03/pizza-hut-treat.html' title='Pizza Hut treat'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-5895474045948851507</id><published>2007-03-09T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T18:06:54.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of CA!</title><content type='html'>ALL 8 PAPERS DOWN DOWN DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;Woohoooooooooooooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food&amp;Nutrition theory was a bliss. I think I managed to do like 85% of it without any struggle. Thank god.&lt;br /&gt;Deal or No Deal? That's the question that me and Salihin has been talking. About the bet that is.&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE and I MUST get a ditinction for this and I HOPE and I MUST win Salihin for this test man.&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy. Oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the coursework paper, I felt lucky that I'm an F&amp;amp;N student. It seems like all the D&amp;T students were struggling and cracking their brains real hard when they are doing the paper. F&amp;amp;N student seemed steady. Ha. Forget about the art student, they were sleeping away. Gosh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays are finally here. But I guess holidays isn't the right word to use since I have lessons for the whole week. And tonnes and tonnes of assignments are to be done. Plus the coursework and the revisions. Let's make full use of the whole one week okay?&lt;br /&gt;Right. Action speaks louder than word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanis came back to school today! She was late though. She slept like a log -.-&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. She only managed to take the second paper - pure lit and missed the F&amp;amp;N paper. Alamak she. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;So while she was taking the paper, I just felt that the class need to do something to welcome her back.&lt;br /&gt;Since it was so last minute, we didn't get her anything. Nothing. How sad. No gifts, no nothing. Sorry babe.&lt;br /&gt;However, the least we could do was to scribble on the board and hug her and clap and whatever when she enters the classrom :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/9542.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/856.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, this was random. By Howard. He got the "We are Singapore" song stuck in his head that he decided to write it down -.-&lt;br /&gt;And oh, that girl is hardwork from me and dany. So mind that. We are not art students you see. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another random thing. BoLang's coconut tree, birds and sun. It never fails to be on the board at any occassion. Brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to see her smile when the class welcomed her.&lt;br /&gt;Aw. Way to go 4E1! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-5895474045948851507?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/5895474045948851507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=5895474045948851507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/5895474045948851507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/5895474045948851507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/03/end-of-ca.html' title='End of CA!'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-1777145448876167464</id><published>2007-03-08T20:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T21:40:27.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>History paper.</title><content type='html'>Oh how cool.&lt;br /&gt;I studied so hard the day before, memorising facts and every single thing and it didn't bloody come out today. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't believe it. I didn't get to do the second question. Mainly on the 1911 Revolution and the Three People Principles because I just read through like less than five times on it. Damn damn.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Should have slept at 10 on the dot and forget about studying about long march.So much for staying awake till past midnight!Gaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;Bygones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, &lt;br /&gt;I think sitting for the papers in the hall is somehow different from taking it in the classroom. Yea, it's the first time I'm sitting for a paper in the hall. My PSLE was in the AVA room. Fucking awesome. &lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to it. The atmosphere in the hall is to me, not at all motivating. Its like jam packed with people and it's warm. But I'm lucky as I'm placed directly in front of the fan. So yea. The only disadvantage is that my papers kept on flying. Other than that - none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing how other people doing their papers are not encouraging. The more teachers in the examination hall means more distraction. More students sitting for it means less motivation. Once you see a few students struggling to do their paper, you will feel like giving it up too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo,&lt;br /&gt;I went to visit Hanis just now together with Tiq, Lala, Eza, Fee, Farah and Nad. I was so happy to see Hanis smiling. Aw.&lt;br /&gt;Glad she's fine now. I miss her badly. &amp;&amp; she's coming back tomorrow. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final paper tomorrow. Food&amp;Nutrition. &lt;br /&gt;Two aims to fulfill. To get a distinction and to win that Salihin! Go Fizz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to the booooooooooooooooooook.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-1777145448876167464?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/1777145448876167464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=1777145448876167464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/1777145448876167464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/1777145448876167464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/03/history-paper.html' title='History paper.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-4753327739487807175</id><published>2007-03-07T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T20:12:26.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliss</title><content type='html'>Both the Chem and MT paper was such a bliss. Thank god.&lt;br /&gt;Praying for a distinction for MT. However, I don't have the confidence of scoring well for both, especially chem luhs. Gaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. History tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Chiong ahhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-4753327739487807175?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/4753327739487807175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=4753327739487807175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/4753327739487807175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/4753327739487807175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/03/bliss.html' title='Bliss'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-4855646368242178754</id><published>2007-03-06T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T18:06:18.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet sixteen :D</title><content type='html'>E Maths paper was done in a sleeping mode.&lt;br /&gt;The questions suck big balls. Even the pros in my class couldn't get to solve them. Oh damn it. Mr Dinesh, must you really set to the extent where everything is mixed up? Gaaah.&lt;br /&gt;I can only rely on my loci, which I have to ask for more papers.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, help me earn some points from there. Probability and the cumulative frequency questions are aliens to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHYSICS WAS A TOTAL TOTAL KILLER!&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT AT ALL CONFIDENT FOR ANY ONE QUESTION. NOT EVEN THE MCQ. OH SCREWED.&lt;br /&gt;I am very onfident of getting 0 for this test. God damn it. I studied hard. Real hard the day before for this paper. But oh fuck. Everything went blank upon receiving the papers. I even forget the units that I put everything as Volts. Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry paper tomorrow. I don't have the motivation to study since I know I will not make it through for combine science. So whats the point of wasting my brain juice. Right?&lt;br /&gt;But then, I can't let Mr Jason Tan down. Oh damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's move on to the earthquake. HAHA. Its funny crap.&lt;br /&gt;It was during Physics lesson that I felt like my chair was moving. Okay, not much of moving, but shaking. So yea. I was studying some MT stuff since we were given a free period. Back to it. When I felt like my chair was shaking, I looked up and saw like it IS really shaking. I thought I was giddy, so I looked down again, trying to continue studying for the paper the next day. But it continued. Therefore, I looked up and saw my partner already staring at me. I stared back and asked " Do you feel what I feel?" God damn yes. Everyone was already making noise by then. Panic striken. Ha. "Teacher, the building is shaking!" can be heard LOUDLY. Apparently, Ms Yap didn't feel anything and didn't trust us until she went to the next door to check. I was already hoping that everything is gonna be fine. Hey, who would want to die on the day she was born right? Ha. So yea, 4E2 felt it too.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Yap said something like " If anything happens, we will die together" and the class went about saying "Who want to die with you sia!" LOL. Thats sad. She tried to calm us down by saying it is nothing but just some vehicles passing by our school building, and the wind is too strong -__- wtf? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone for the wonderful gifts! Thanks for the wishes! I just felt so blessed. I love you all laaaa.&lt;br /&gt;And for the people who boycotted to sabo me IN school, instead of outside. Thanks a whole lot. Thats very sweet of you guys. Having dough sticking at your body after school is AWESOME. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for those who actually sang out loud birthday song for me in class, making me blush in front of the class. Aww.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for those who ran up to me to just shake hands and wish me a happy birthday :D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for those who punched me too! Bloody hell. I'm not a guy. So not gentlemen lah you all. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for those who leaves the presents on my table. Like surprise like that lah eh. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is,&lt;br /&gt;THANKS ALL. THANKS FOR MAKING MY 16TH BIRTHDAY THE MOST MEMORABLE YET. THE SWEETEST BIRTHDAY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; Thanks darl, for everything! You mean the world to me. I LOVE YOU LAH :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 18th birthday Ahmad Helmi!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss your stupid jokes truckloads! Hope you are doing all fine in Poly :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="It's my birthday!" src="http://www.quickimage.disphorical.net/41172495857bdaycard.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Tiq~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS EVERYONE. THANKS THANKS THANKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-4855646368242178754?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/4855646368242178754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=4855646368242178754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/4855646368242178754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/4855646368242178754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/03/sweet-sixteen-d.html' title='Sweet sixteen :D'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-3652612213484749523</id><published>2007-03-04T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T16:35:52.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deepest condolence.</title><content type='html'>Still feeling kinda blue right now.&lt;br /&gt;Upon knowing about the sudden death of Hanis' dad, I realised how fragile ones life is now. Its like only on friday, her dad was hospitalised, and now, it has to come to this. Sighs. Deepest condolence to you and your family, Hanis.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the funeral just now with some other babes. Cried alot. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo,&lt;br /&gt;Hanis, you gotta stay strong alright. I'm always here if you need me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't worry about school just yet. I'll take care of the things for you okay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need to say that smoking kills?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Whatever it is, to whoever it may concerns, like please stop smoking.&lt;br /&gt;Cos I don't want to loose anymore people in my life. So, please. Treasure your life. Do it for your loved ones if not for yourself (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CA tomorrow. Not prepared. Not yet ready.&lt;br /&gt;No feel to study leeeehhhhhh. Haiyooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study Fizz, Study! God damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know he's leaving me for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a retake of my life&lt;br /&gt;I was his star for many nights&lt;br /&gt;Now the roles have changed&lt;br /&gt;And you're the leading lady in his life &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But baby, I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I loved him too much.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-3652612213484749523?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/3652612213484749523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=3652612213484749523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/3652612213484749523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/3652612213484749523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/03/deepest-condolence.html' title='Deepest condolence.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-24059228356561814</id><published>2007-03-03T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T14:51:02.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday, tiqling.</title><content type='html'>Okay go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy 16th Birthday, Tiq!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You will always be my lovable tetek. Ily, babe (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much lighter note,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Nunu, Ben, Nina, Yang Yi, Scoot &amp; Dany. I love you guys lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dear Nur Hafizah Bte Raman of class 4E1,&lt;br /&gt;Re: Plans &amp;amp; purposes of 3rd of&lt;br /&gt;March 2006 Outing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the matter mentioned above, I am writing&lt;br /&gt;this letter to inform you on the plans and purposes of the outing. I do not care&lt;br /&gt;if you object because it is compulsory for you.&lt;br /&gt;Attendance is compulsory as&lt;br /&gt;it will be included in your GCE O Level results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be meeting&lt;br /&gt;after the afternoon prayers at Sun Plaza Mrt station PUNCTUALLY.&lt;br /&gt;There are&lt;br /&gt;no exact plans but we would be heading for town and having lunch/dinner at&lt;br /&gt;Swensens. There is also a surprise planned for you [but dun menjadi tak]. There&lt;br /&gt;is no limit to who is going. Arrangements are currently being made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;br /&gt;purpose of this outing is to celebrate you birthday with shows that you are&lt;br /&gt;AGEING day by day. INSAF OI! I wish you congratulations on your upcoming 16th&lt;br /&gt;birthday. May God bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Lovingly,&lt;br /&gt;Nuraini&lt;br /&gt;Board of Committee and bestfriend of above mentioned recipient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day well spent I supposed.&lt;br /&gt;But oh wells, back to the books, like again -_-&lt;br /&gt;Gaaaah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-24059228356561814?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/24059228356561814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=24059228356561814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/24059228356561814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/24059228356561814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-birthday-tiqling.html' title='Happy birthday, tiqling.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-6522232759044405127</id><published>2007-03-02T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T18:11:01.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben birthday surprise?</title><content type='html'>The weekends are finally here. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;Its already the 2nd of March which means, the CAs are just 3 days away.&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly, its 4 days away from my birthday! So yaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be a year older. But hey, age is just a number right?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how people actually ask what I want for my birthday, and all I can say is &lt;b&gt;nothing&lt;/b&gt; or maybe a &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;b&gt;don't know &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like, I don't know how do I say it, but seriously, I can't think of anything that I want nor need, at this point of time. Yea baby. I am already blessed with many many friends surround me :D&lt;br /&gt;But point out to me any of my friends, and I assure you I will know what that someone will want or need for his/her birthday. Does this shows that I know other people more than I know myself? No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, speaking of birthday;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely Benedict celebrated his sweet sixteen on the 26th, which falls on a Monday. So, being the busy students of Canberra, Bo Lang, Calysta and myself didn't get to celebrate his birthday nor get him any present on time. Therefore, it was all pushed forward. All we did was to wish him. How sad. Sorry Ben ):&lt;br /&gt;So feeling guilty, we decided to get a little something for him and celebrate his very belated birthday today, the 2nd of March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with BoLang and Calysta and headed to some place to get his gift. Very last minute shopping lah. Sorry Ben, but glad you love it! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;The intial meeting time of 4.30pm was changed to 5pm since it was raining annnnnndddddd&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at 4.48pm, Bo Lang at 5.15pm and CALYS WAS 38 MINUTES LATE EVEN AFTER A 1 MINUTE DISCOUNT - 5.38pm!&lt;br /&gt;How fascinating! My legs were already aching, standing waiting for them. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got him the water bottle that he wanted, a maths assesment book LOL and a chocolate truffle cake.&lt;br /&gt;Set off from that place and headed to Ben's void deck at about 7pm and set things up. Oh, we bought floor too before that.&lt;br /&gt;I was super excited &amp; scared for god knows why. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Called Ben to pick us up cos we claimed we wanted to go his house, for fun and that we don't know where his house is. How stupid. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;Lighted candles, Hidden BoLang with flour, cake, Calys and Fizz. That's just pure fun.&lt;br /&gt;Ben came down and tadaaa, we did as planned - pouring of flour on him and just some blowing of candles and stuff. Ben looks super baby-ish when he was making his wish - before blowing his candle that is. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Went up to his house to eat the cake and drink YAKULT after that! hoorah.Its been quite some time since I had it. So yea man. Something to be happy about. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be heading to town with Ben, Nikhil and Nunu tomorrow despite knowing the fact that the CA is on Monday! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/9454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bally with flour :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/8595.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calysy waiting for the arrival of Ben :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Truffle :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/4554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay friends :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/2545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benedict :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/87654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/8554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-6522232759044405127?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/6522232759044405127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=6522232759044405127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/6522232759044405127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/6522232759044405127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/03/ben-birthday-surprise.html' title='Ben birthday surprise?'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-5750661593590893526</id><published>2007-02-28T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T20:23:53.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birdie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy 16th birthday, Elfiana!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;China Black this saturday night, bitch ; ily although you suck big time lah. Hahaha. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 16th birthday, Howard!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You bloody cuckoo, I don't want to play soccer with you ANYMORE. &amp;&amp;amp; stop disturbing me already. I still owe you 2 punches lah okay! Hahahah :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-5750661593590893526?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/5750661593590893526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=5750661593590893526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/5750661593590893526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/5750661593590893526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-birdie.html' title='Happy birdie.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-3547860399960087310</id><published>2007-02-27T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T22:33:31.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>I finally got the chance to tell Murdany how much I missed him. You see, its been eons since I last talked to him online. Got to talk to him like 98634343 times a day offline though. And there's a whole load of things that I think is only suitable to talk offline. So yea.&lt;br /&gt;Talked to him outside the girl's toilet beside the MT room just now, out of all places in the school -_- Ha.&lt;br /&gt;I hope he go get a new modem soon. The old one is broken(or whatever) and he is such a lazy ass to get a new one.&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy. Maybe I'll go get one for you, for your birthday? But shucks, its still a long way to gooo. Go get one my tomorrow laaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Aw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo,&lt;br /&gt;My lovely Nikhil is offering to treat me Swensens for my birthday! I don't know why. He said birthday only occurs once a year and so I shouldn't feel bad about him treating me. Now, that's what I call a great great worker. Nik is so sweet like that. Yaaay. I love you, Nikko. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the chairman and vice chairs of each class are supposed to go for a First Aid and Fire Safety workshop by the SCDF. Now let's all roll on the floor and laugh with me -_-&lt;br /&gt;Totally ridiculous lah. They should give us the 3 hours to study for our upcoming common test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, &lt;br /&gt;the countdowns in Mother Tongue lesson has begun. We have exactly 90 more days till the actual GCE O levels MotherTongue Exam. Now everybody screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeam!&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid. Very afraid :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lok told me just now that there will be colour codes for this year's class jersey. And all the colour codes are from the school logo.&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting isn't it? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Yea. But red is in babeh, so I shall not complain :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see.&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of myself today for revising again! Hoho. I know its not a big deal, but oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;I shall and I must &lt;b&gt;work harder!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall and I must be &lt;b&gt;constantly revising and DOING my homeworks&lt;/b&gt;, not copying.&lt;br /&gt;I shall and I must be &lt;b&gt;concentrating in class.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall and I must &lt;b&gt;get good grades for the Os.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall and I must &lt;b&gt;not let Benedict down.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall and I must &lt;b&gt;get at least 2 distinction.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall and I must &lt;b&gt;get into a JC or take up Law&amp;Management &lt;/b&gt;without having to beg!&lt;br /&gt;Go Fizz go! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that was meant to be some kind of motivation for me. But oh wells -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELFIANA SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't make your day okay.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care people :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-3547860399960087310?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/3547860399960087310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=3547860399960087310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/3547860399960087310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/3547860399960087310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/02/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-5169497702107817766</id><published>2007-02-26T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T20:24:35.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We hate minahreps.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm glad that i'm coping well with coursework around. Not fully though. But oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;Life's not a bitch, just yet. It hasn't been fucked up. So that's something good I guess :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss a couple of people whom I have not been catching up lately with.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry people, its just that maybe I don't know how to juggle my priorities. I'll go full swing on you people when I have completed what I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Soon eh, soon&lt;/i&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been revising! Revising as in doing TYS and such. A yay for that! However, it worries me alot since I do not know how to solve like 60% of it. Be it Maths, Science or Humans.&lt;br /&gt;Oh die die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics test was a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;Gaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy birthday, Ben!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;8 days till mine lah okay! HEH. Don't forget our mission in 2 years to come babeh (: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of birthday,&lt;br /&gt;Ben and Nunu wants to do a party for my birthday at Mcdonalds!&lt;br /&gt;How sweeter can they be -_-&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chilling out at KFC with Sharizal is cool shit.&lt;br /&gt;I love that chap. He sure love disturbing the guy working there and scribble on my english assignment. Aw.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; we both have decided to get married after the Os! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I love being a Tai-Tai :D&lt;br /&gt;Nyehhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end off,&lt;br /&gt;4E1 malay girls hates Minahreps okay!&lt;br /&gt;and ________ SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;Now, you fill in the blanks.&lt;br /&gt;Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodloo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-5169497702107817766?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/5169497702107817766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=5169497702107817766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/5169497702107817766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/5169497702107817766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/02/we-hate-minahreps.html' title='We hate minahreps.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-7022270620117099225</id><published>2007-02-25T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T15:48:36.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday, Ng.</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling rather lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me for not updating often. CAs coming.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be surrounded by books, like like duh.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll be back for more updates. Don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 16th birthday, Ng!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Horny Unite (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-7022270620117099225?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/7022270620117099225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=7022270620117099225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/7022270620117099225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/7022270620117099225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-birthday-ng.html' title='Happy birthday, Ng.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-3984156689517207453</id><published>2007-02-22T19:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T20:52:26.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get a grip, bitch.</title><content type='html'>Like any other Thursdays, today was such a drag. However, I am still contented just having to be in class with the rest of the 4E1 people, who never fails to make me laugh. But at the same time, irritates me and making me feel like slapping each one across the face. But no, they are still lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe its week 8 already, and its ending. Which means, I am left with next week as a buffer before sitting for my common test on week 10, which happens to be on my birthday! Hehe. &lt;i&gt;Alright, Shouldn't care less about that.&lt;/i&gt; Gotta burn some midnight oil and start studying already. Having only a week to study for all the subject is no easy task. Especially when you have not been concentrating much in class. Agree? Say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets rant.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think that the extended programme this year is not at all effective. In fact, it is taking up too much of our time.&lt;br /&gt;Look, we have a common test to study for and they are still giving us tests after tests, mostly of the previous year's chapter and then making us do it. Obviously we won't be able to do it because we just won't have the time to study because we don't even have the time to complete our assignments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, which student wouldn't complain about having too much homework. Its been piling up ever since week 3 started and yes, there are stil many pending assignments, yet to be done that is. How do we complete them when we don't have the time to even sit at the dining table together with the other family members and have a decent proper meal together WITHOUT worrying about the assignments that are needed to be handed in the next day. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall conclude that the school SHOULD allow us to do our own revision or complete our assignments during the extended programme and they SHOULD NOT make us study for past year's chapter test and give us too much test, like last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, who agree with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay debate tomorrow. Not at all ready. But its okay.&lt;br /&gt;Fizz Nad Tiq Eza Vs Faiz Afiq Nawawi Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;Girl power. Lets go.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, book's calling.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-3984156689517207453?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/3984156689517207453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=3984156689517207453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/3984156689517207453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/3984156689517207453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/02/get-grip-bitch.html' title='Get a grip, bitch.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-945501305293226395</id><published>2007-02-19T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T19:02:16.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter closed.</title><content type='html'>Predictable moment :D&lt;br /&gt;See, what's the point of waiting anymore?&lt;br /&gt;The time has come. Can I still love you? Guess not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;I hope you get your dreams. Just go ahead. Do what you want to.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe sometimes, we got it wrong,&lt;br /&gt;but it's alright&lt;br /&gt;And nothing seems to change&lt;br /&gt;and it all will stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't you hesitate. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get over it, Fizz! Life's got to move on although it left you hollow and empty.&lt;br /&gt;Lets put the biggie O as the main priority alright?&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I not Xcore. Right Az? Right Lala? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling uneasy now, because I'm not studying.&lt;br /&gt;CNY holidays are wasted on redundant activities and bad bad thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up, the worst have yet to come :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, time to hit the books again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That guy's hair is the sex. Man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Dzafir, for always being there. Thanks for the advice. Thanks for the words of encouragement. Thanks for everything, dear friend :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. LIFE IS BRILLIANT -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bye :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-945501305293226395?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/945501305293226395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=945501305293226395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/945501305293226395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/945501305293226395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/02/chapter-closed.html' title='Chapter closed.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-3296950596332858777</id><published>2007-02-18T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T22:44:49.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New skin.</title><content type='html'>New skin. Only works in IE though. Gah. Told myself not to bother people to do one for me. So I just go get one from blogskin. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my cuckoo, I got an hangbao from my neighbour. But this time round, since they already have a child, a newborn that is, it is downgraded. $6 down. Haha. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ironic,&lt;br /&gt;Mom told me to order KFC for dinner since she's not cooking, and the person who took my order, took down my name as Habibah. Wow, thats very cool.&lt;br /&gt;And as I was eating the chicken, I thought about Nina. Thought about how we used to sit in the school canteen and waste our time there doing nonsensical stuffs after school and eating the dish from Stall 3 which interestingly, only the chicken caught our attention and in which Nina will eat to the extent where she would break the chicken bone and eat those inside. Kinda disgusting LOL. But she LOVES it. Gaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;just moments ago, I was having some typical chat about school with one of my school boys when I come to realise that the culture of the express students is somehow different with the culture of the Normal Acad and the Normal tech students. Okay look, before that, I am NOT discriminating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, I somehow think that the Normal Acad students leads the greatest life compared to the other students in the school. They have the coolest kids in town. They mix around with the coolest company. The normal tech students are like obviously jampacked with the matreps and minahreps, other than the ahbeng wannabes. Gaah. And the express students are nothing but just some geek who are just too lame and nerdy to be cool. Tell me, is there any hot guys in the express stream that will make you go gugugaga? No. Or even if there is, the probability is only like 2%? Pathetic isn't it? Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. I still love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go to Nikhil house!&lt;br /&gt;Private property, leh. Hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year All.&lt;br /&gt;Collect all those money that will roll into your pockets and don't be shy to date me out!&lt;br /&gt;Ben, Ball, Nik! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-3296950596332858777?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/3296950596332858777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=3296950596332858777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/3296950596332858777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/3296950596332858777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-skin.html' title='New skin.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-2252948397870407247</id><published>2007-02-16T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T18:11:49.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4E1 empty.</title><content type='html'>4E1 Pangseh!&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that was random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today didn't turned out how I wished it would be. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Reason being, the class was empty.&lt;br /&gt;Only 10 pupils were in class and that I have to be with BoLang, Salihin, Nasir and Hairizi all along. And of course, they are super good at bullying.&lt;br /&gt;Say aww with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concert suck big balls. Gaah.&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know very well how much I despise cats. But I think this one is not too bad. At least it has the talents.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should be a little nicer and say, &lt;s&gt;cats can be cool.&lt;/s&gt; No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/306.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy 16th birthday Paiz!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dah besar eh kau.Hehe.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-2252948397870407247?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/2252948397870407247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=2252948397870407247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/2252948397870407247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/2252948397870407247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/02/4e1-empty.html' title='4E1 empty.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-5053139186293849220</id><published>2007-02-15T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T11:23:45.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross country.</title><content type='html'>Cross country was chaotic.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with the eXe2s. Mainly Dzafir, Ng, Woon, Derek, Rudy, Jim, Rid, Jin Kang, Kok Loon, Victor, Eddie, Ben and Liew together with Nunu, Nina and Farah.&lt;br /&gt;Board 852 from Yishun interchange, where the whole bus was jam packed with eXe2 jerseys. Should have booked the bus. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The race was LOLed.&lt;br /&gt;So much for dreaming for the top 3 position together with Lala and the rest. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Last three, maybe , since we walked as if we were at some market, making stupid noises and talking cock.&lt;br /&gt;I mean which 4E1 pupil will take cross country seriously? Even Mdm Bawani told some of us not to run. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Was called a pangseh-er when Farah and me left them behind.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. I had fun though :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/15022007548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, before I end,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy 16th birthday, Kok Loon!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You rock big balls. Cheers :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-5053139186293849220?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/5053139186293849220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=5053139186293849220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/5053139186293849220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/5053139186293849220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/02/cross-country.html' title='Cross country.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-2512470308808589380</id><published>2007-02-14T20:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T18:12:58.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day.</title><content type='html'>Okay look, I know I haven't been a good girl lately because I have not been updating my blog regularly.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about it, I just have got no time to maintain this blog because I have alot of catching up to do academically.&lt;br /&gt;I'll drop by once in a while to update okay? Fair enough? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.&lt;br /&gt;I think I haven't been performing very well in academic. Not even a bit.&lt;br /&gt;I've let many teachers down. Most importantly I've let Mr Siva down for not doing well in the history test which is obviously a piece of cake since he has given us the model essay and that we only have to memorize everything from A to Z. I know I shouldn't have take it as if its just a worksheet. Even worksheets needs effort! Gah. Shitty me, I could and should have done better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, school work have been pilling up each day. From Mount Olympus to Mount Fuji to Mount Ararat and finally to Mount Everest which takes up more than three quarter the time set for revision. And by the time it is complete (which most of the time, I didn't get to complete it also), I am dead beat. Which means, there's no time for studies. Gaah.&lt;br /&gt;Where's your discipline and time management, Fizz? Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to wake up. I need someone to slap me across the face and shake me up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm left with less than 8 months. Oh bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School aside.&lt;br /&gt;Valentines Day today. Oh I so love today. Gifts and Wishes came strolling in like there's no tomorrow. Aww. I'm so touched.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the gifts everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Darling, for both the wonderful bears.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Ben for the Freshbox plastic lol and the box of cookies which you made.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Nuraini for the beautifully wrapped cereal.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Nikhil for both the Flippy.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Arjuna for both the M&amp;Ms and Assorted Chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Den for the M&amp;amp;Ms.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Fee for the Ferrero Kusschen.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Nicholas for the Ferrero Rocher.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Sharini for the Almond Kisses Chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Tiq for the scribbled box of Pods with Mars.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Suhada for the cookie.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mr Tan for the rice crackers and for the Chocolate Roll.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; Thank you to the rest who wished me both in school and outside school, both online and offline.&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/74142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Love :D &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Valentines Day, Darling!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love you more than anything (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy girl!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines Day all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-2512470308808589380?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/2512470308808589380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=2512470308808589380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/2512470308808589380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/2512470308808589380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines Day.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-6689663901676896048</id><published>2007-02-11T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T11:56:12.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome weekends.</title><content type='html'>My weekends were awesome! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to town with Ben, Alvin Ng, Jin Kang, Yang Yi and Joel after so much discussion the day before and went to meet Nuraini at Wheelock since she finished working.&lt;br /&gt;Roamed about, in search of the Valentine's Day gift which in the end only I got mine. And Ben was super kind to bring it for me all they way. My hands are super free. Thank you, bestfriend. I shall buy more and let you hold it all next time :D The rest still didn't see anything suitable for their valentine. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dined at Fish&amp;Co. where we had a very enjoyable dinner. I want more of such meals can? Haha. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone had to show their EZ link card which embarassingly, I was being mocked at. Aw. Jin Kang, Joel, Alvin Ng, Nuraini and myslef had the fish&amp;chips while Yang Yi and Ben had the Seafood Platter for two. And Ben was kind enough to give me things like his prawns, salmon and such. And of course, I was kind enough to give him mine. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Paying the bill was chaotic. It was $125.20 and they don't accept NETS, sadly. So everyone had to dig and dig their wallets to add up to the sum, which we of course, managed to settle it after such a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, since they have yet to get their things, we decided to head down to Causeway Point at 9pm. Yes, out of so many places. Joel went home though, since he is not getting anything for anyone. &lt;br /&gt;There, everyone, except nunu got their things. Like finally. So yaaaay. &lt;br /&gt;Jin Kang is super picky. Choosing things for him is worse than choosing a perfect fish from a wet market. I had to tail him round and round to finally pointed out to him the gift, which he agreed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to the girl who will be getting the valentine's day gift from Jin Kang, please treasure it very carefully because my hardwork is in it. Okay? :D&lt;br /&gt;Also, to the girl who will be getting the gift from Ben and Alvin, please DO treasure it because it's a combination of many people's hardwork. Seriously, guys nowadays are very picky. Don't you think so? Oh wells, they want the best for their Valentine don't they? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And I think Yang Yi is very cool.&lt;br /&gt;Dude, whatever her decision is, you have to be strong. Alright? You still have us. Your rocking buddies. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now, Nuraini, your turn. Eh babe, how? &lt;br /&gt;I know it's so irritating to have a mother in law who will be asking alot of questions. But what to do. You want the son, you have to tolerate the mother also. Right right? Hahah. I'll accompany you to buy okay(even if the taik nak terkeluar)? Don't worry. I'm a good friend, unlike some people :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 solid gifts to be given out to 3 wonderful people. I feel like a santa clause. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;Hope those who will be getting gifts from me will treasure it. From the gift to the wrapping paper to the card to the ribbons to the sticky tape. Because because its super backbreaking to shop and wrap for guys gifts since there isn't much variety. And also because since I'm a noob myself. &lt;br /&gt;Okay people? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-6689663901676896048?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/6689663901676896048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=6689663901676896048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/6689663901676896048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/6689663901676896048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/02/awesome-weekends.html' title='Awesome weekends.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-117102915061909068</id><published>2007-02-09T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T18:13:47.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrorist attack!</title><content type='html'>Had the best friday, so far this year.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was just so great. I love you, 4E1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only sad thing is that I'm not allowed to step down from the chairman post.&lt;br /&gt;Reason being, everyone loves me so much that they don't want me to let go of the post. Aw.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Right. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Arjuna is not the Vice chair anymore. Izzati is now.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the cabinet, Ms Izzati (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we had our vision checked just now and my eyesight are purrfeccttt.&lt;br /&gt;06/06, baby. hahah yaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had to skip the last 2 periods which was A Maths to attend the medical check up.&lt;br /&gt;And we played terrorist attack in class when we were supposed to be reporting to the different venues! :D&lt;br /&gt;The whole of 4E1, mind you. Both guys and girls went on to my request by hiding like what Mdm Bawani told us about the American School.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we applied some steps that were shown in the video shown by Mr Wee last Wednesday, during assembly.&lt;br /&gt;One hell of a great time. I love the class more and more.&lt;br /&gt;It all started with the girls playing and the guys joining in, bit by bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also,&lt;br /&gt;We have decided on the class jersey already and its gonna be red red red :D&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Another love for 4E1 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witnessed the O level result ceremony together with the rest and I cried, when I am not at all affected.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Yes, for whatever reasons.The feeling was just sooo sooo EKK.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how it will go for me next year.&lt;br /&gt;Just hope I will be crying of Joy. Maaan.&lt;br /&gt;And lets hope there's no repeat students this year, so there will still be only 31 in 4E1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, O level results was a bliss to my loved ones. Thank god&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to all who have made it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Happy 18th birthday Dass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Miss those days when we hanged out and crapped at Macs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Happy 16th birthday Nasir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Mr soundmaker! Keep the cues coming! And you still owe me a treat. Remember? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 289px; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/terrorist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, no, we are not trying to be somekind of emo or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;This is the RIGHT way to act when there's a terrorist attack. Okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-117102915061909068?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/117102915061909068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=117102915061909068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/117102915061909068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/117102915061909068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/02/terrorist-attack.html' title='Terrorist attack!'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-117102631995977249</id><published>2007-02-08T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T18:14:31.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eXe2</title><content type='html'>eXe2:&lt;br /&gt;Class jersey ordered. FBT - white, orange and black.&lt;br /&gt;$17 by monday okay? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are curious to know how the logo looks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/exe2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of Joel Loo.&lt;br /&gt;Say thank you joel with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 16th birthday Arinah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You mean the world to me. I love you to bits :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 16th birthday Eddie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Horny unite! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, sweethearts (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-117102631995977249?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/117102631995977249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=117102631995977249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/117102631995977249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/117102631995977249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/02/exe2.html' title='eXe2'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-117084995097641167</id><published>2007-02-07T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T20:05:50.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad.</title><content type='html'>I'm at the lowest part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Don't talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother to cheer me up either.&lt;br /&gt;Sssssiiiiiiiiigggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-117084995097641167?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/117084995097641167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=117084995097641167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/117084995097641167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/117084995097641167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/02/sad.html' title='Sad.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-117084971719167065</id><published>2007-02-06T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T20:15:11.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bush and Rice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-117084971719167065?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/117084971719167065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=117084971719167065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/117084971719167065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/117084971719167065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/02/bush-and-rice.html' title='Bush and Rice'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-117067909491813467</id><published>2007-02-05T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T21:46:31.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True colours.</title><content type='html'>New blog song! Woohooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to the express block and you will hear this song from each class! Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like Cyndi Lauper's true colour is in the top chart for the express students. Walk past the block and you'll hear " I see your true colours!" being sang. Especially during recess time, where &lt;s&gt;everyone&lt;/s&gt; most of the students will stay in class to &lt;s&gt;diligently&lt;/s&gt; do their &lt;s&gt;revision&lt;/s&gt; undone homeworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that,&lt;br /&gt;the "No pork at all" sensation is still in although it has been eons. Let them do the survey or just anything, and they'll write "no pork" at the end of every sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kids sure rock the block. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of school, I think nowadays, teachers have been rushing alot. Its like for every single subject, the teacher will give us &lt;b&gt;truckloads&lt;/b&gt; of work to do, and it has to be handed up on the same day, after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means, you have to stayback in school to do whatever you are given on that day, and hand it up to the teacher, on that same day.&lt;br /&gt;Which also means, you have to seize every opportunity in class, where there is free period, to complete the assignment given and not talk to your friend or entertain any nonsense in class.&lt;br /&gt;Which also means, you have no free time in school.&lt;br /&gt;Which also means, you will have to stay back in school until 6pm or so to complete your task.&lt;br /&gt;Which also means, you will only get to go home after you are done with it.&lt;br /&gt;Which also means, you have not much time to slack at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, i don't blame the teachers. They have their own bloody reason. Don't they?&lt;br /&gt;Right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE tomorrow! Something to be happy about since I will get to burn some fats? Ha.&lt;br /&gt;But then, smelling like a rotten fish, walking around school is definitely a no-no. Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm in need of a new blogskin. None in blogskins.com caught my attention. And I'm thinking maybe someone is kind enough to customize one for me? I swear I suck at blogskin creation. Haha. I'll give you the full details on what I want. The background, font, cursor and all. *Hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 257px; HEIGHT: 340px" height="663" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/fizz_rascal/DSC08684.jpg" width="459" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Ms Singapore/DJ partner/Doctor :(&lt;br /&gt;(there's something behind those tease anyway :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright,&lt;br /&gt;Till here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eh, watch Blog TV tomorrow okay? :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-117067909491813467?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/117067909491813467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=117067909491813467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/117067909491813467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/117067909491813467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/02/true-colours.html' title='True colours.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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-29813853.post-117059764370415028</id><published>2007-02-03T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T22:00:43.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writer's block.</title><content type='html'>My apologies. I am currently suffering from a writer's block, a phenomenon involving temporary loss of ability to continue writing, usually due to lack of inspiration or creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 16th birthday Nina!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love you, and will always do :D &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go get ready already.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting dearest nuraini later at 3pm to head for some shopping.&lt;br /&gt;and meeting the punats after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so seeya, sweets (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29813853-117059764370415028?l=intricateintimacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/feeds/117059764370415028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29813853&amp;postID=117059764370415028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/117059764370415028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29813853/posts/default/117059764370415028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intricateintimacy.blogspot.com/2007/02/writers-block.html' title='Writer&apos;s block.'/><author><name>Hafizah</name><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>
