<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890</id><updated>2011-10-13T11:56:04.664+08:00</updated><category term='coward in the red.'/><category term='even bestfs sck at times.'/><title type='text'>Everyone.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>160</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-324323004917177034</id><published>2011-10-13T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T11:56:05.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow audience from America and Britain? That's freaking cool! Hello there :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-324323004917177034?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/324323004917177034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/324323004917177034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2011/10/wow-audience-from-america-and-britain.html' title=''/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-8086328165180046879</id><published>2011-05-25T11:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T12:15:04.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can be my hero if only I can let go</title><content type='html'>So hey guys! Started blogging again, lol. So, how's life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Our mid year exams just ended. I'm so looking forward to the holidays! My result's not so bad.. &lt;em&gt;Only failed food and nutrition.&lt;/em&gt; Failed &lt;strong&gt;super&lt;/strong&gt; badly. &lt;em&gt;8 and a half out of 40.&lt;/em&gt; Must really pull up my socks for the next semester! Speaking of holiday, my holiday.....is packed with things. From holiday trips to ncc trainings at HQ. Must be organised.. Lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Soon, it's gonna be the second semester. I remember the first day in school this year. I was so reluctant. I wanted to go to 3/3 so freaking bad. I was so confident that 3/2's gonna suck real bad. But I was wrong. 3/2's not bad actually :) In fact, I love 3/2 to the maxxxxxxx! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(though some part of me still wants to be in 3/3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What do you do when you're stuck, because the one that you love, has pushed you away, and you can't deal with the pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. Life for the past few months was.....amazing/suckish and yeah things like that. It can be so good for one minute and at the next second it can be so rough. But yeah..that's life. There's no way you can avoid mistakes...you just have to learn to forgive yourself..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-8086328165180046879?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/8086328165180046879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/8086328165180046879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-can-be-my-hero-if-only-i-can-let-go.html' title='You can be my hero if only I can let go'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-3633706791033452432</id><published>2010-09-07T12:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T12:32:47.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Club can't handle me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'll be at http://syzanazeirah.tumblr.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;or&lt;/i&gt; just follow me, &lt;i&gt;@syzanazeirah&lt;/i&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Twitter.com.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(There's something wrong with my Blogger. Grrrr.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;K bye. Off to Spanish class!&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/7621101123148580890-3633706791033452432?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/3633706791033452432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/3633706791033452432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/club-cant-handle-me.html' title='Club can&apos;t handle me'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-4472302630104380448</id><published>2010-08-28T15:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T15:49:58.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll send post cards to you dear, cuz I wish you were here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm too lazy to update my blog. I'm guessing no one even reads it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh, the Youth Olympic Games are over. I wasn't really into it at first but as time passed, I felt kinda happy that it's happening here in Singapore, especially after watching the volleyball match. I made new friends from countries like Russia. They're nice people! (&lt;em&gt;and hot at the same time ;)&lt;/em&gt;) I wanted to get tickets to the closing ceremony but it was sold out. Not trying to be a baby, but I cried. I cried when watching it on the television. I'll really miss them a lot. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510363880477118210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/THi-wQ77TwI/AAAAAAAAA-s/2ekAwnsiwio/s320/Bogdan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye Bodgan. I'll really miss you. Can you stay a little longer? :( &lt;3&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aw man, I hate this feeling. Goodbye athletes. I hope you had fun in Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-4472302630104380448?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/4472302630104380448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/4472302630104380448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/ill-send-post-cards-to-you-dear-cuz-i.html' title='I&apos;ll send post cards to you dear, cuz I wish you were here.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/THi-wQ77TwI/AAAAAAAAA-s/2ekAwnsiwio/s72-c/Bogdan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-1774920784481602016</id><published>2010-06-17T09:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T09:48:27.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause, our love will be forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wazzup. So how's your holiday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm, what should I write? Oh, I am supporting Spain for World Cup! Yeah yeah, I know they lost to Switzerland yesterday. Hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/TBl8itM-pWI/AAAAAAAAA-k/S2gdyhWO6ds/s320/00188b8c06f708a622d236.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483550956991718754" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered in primary school when I am so obsessed with sports that I have three ccas. Lol, wtf. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like going camping, haha. Oh, speaking about camp, &lt;b&gt;OUR CAMP STEEL IS POSTPONED AGAIN!&lt;/b&gt; Dammit. I think we're like the only school which haven't gone for our camp steel. I can't wait to hold the rifle. &lt;i&gt;I like going to trainfires.&lt;/i&gt; So fun. But, the rifle is darnnnn heavy.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; I also like trainfires cuz we get to skip class.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; TEEHEE! :D K, I should really stop teeehee-ing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-1774920784481602016?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/1774920784481602016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/1774920784481602016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/cause-our-love-will-be-forever.html' title='Cause, our love will be forever'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/TBl8itM-pWI/AAAAAAAAA-k/S2gdyhWO6ds/s72-c/00188b8c06f708a622d236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-7399125760654087149</id><published>2010-06-09T21:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T15:09:20.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's like an angel sighing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edited ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the tailor shop already to make my baju kurung for this year. YAY! Ramadhan is coming. Mosques will be packed. I remembered last year, whenever I go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;solat terawih&lt;/span&gt; I never fail to see Farah Mastura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUNE HOLIDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this holiday is really&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.. boring.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seriously&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Firstly&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;secondary twos and fours &lt;/span&gt;have to attend some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;June Holiday Structured Program &lt;/span&gt;because we have a major exam at the end of the year. It's just like normal school only that it end earlier. And, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one period&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one hour&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt; But for recess,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 30 minutes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Wth.&lt;/span&gt; This program lasted for a week. Thank god I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; CCA during the holidays. Only two courses and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;voilà&lt;/span&gt;, that's it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*heaves a sigh of relief*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/TBCLOneqkAI/AAAAAAAAA-c/VkFB-Lah6S4/s1600/28544_1401270683176_1574601707_30948791_4958328_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/TBCLOneqkAI/AAAAAAAAA-c/VkFB-Lah6S4/s320/28544_1401270683176_1574601707_30948791_4958328_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481033829741924354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And oh&lt;/span&gt;, my holiday trip ended already. It was for two days only. But it was fun. I went paintball-ing in my pajamas. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My cousin Lydia is so cute!&lt;/span&gt; Hah. I can't wait for next year! I'm going to Melbourne! :D My mum told me to pick either Hong Kong or Melbourne. I picked Melbourne. She told me to save some money so that I will have extra money. Yaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F, there is so many project and homework to be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plus, my momma said I have to use baju kurung to Ms Marina's wedding this Sunday. But nah, I don't think I'm using. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plus, my momma said I have to use baju kurung to Ms Marina's wedding this Sunday. But nah, I don't think I'm using. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I hear your voice, it's like an angel sighing&lt;br /&gt;I have no choice, I hear your voice, feels like flying&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes, oh God, I think I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;Out of the sky. I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Heaven help me.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum shifted the computer to the kitchen a few days ago. It is so weird.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/TBCF872wd0I/AAAAAAAAA-U/MFXCeSAuo5Q/s1600/Picture+558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/TBCF872wd0I/AAAAAAAAA-U/MFXCeSAuo5Q/s320/Picture+558.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481028028415899458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, I finally updated my blog. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Burn the world your last endeavor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Flesh is burning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You can smell it in the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause men like you have such an easy soul to steal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nightmare - Avenged Sevenfold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-7399125760654087149?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/7399125760654087149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/7399125760654087149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-like-angel-sighing.html' title='it&apos;s like an angel sighing'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/TBCLOneqkAI/AAAAAAAAA-c/VkFB-Lah6S4/s72-c/28544_1401270683176_1574601707_30948791_4958328_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-1760082416096354448</id><published>2010-05-18T20:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T21:27:01.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricanes can't take away our love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went to watch with Iron Man 2 with Akeela, Asyura, Nakiah, Syazana. Then, Shukree, Syakir and Qusyairi came and all of em wore a Adidas t-shirt. Lol? Iron Man 2 is awesome. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Action + comedy + romance&lt;/span&gt; combined into&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; one! :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lazy to elaborate.&lt;/span&gt; Heheh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Wishing every moment froze&lt;br /&gt;Now I just wanna let you know&lt;br /&gt;Earthquakes can't shake us&lt;br /&gt;Cyclones can't break us&lt;br /&gt;Hurricanes can't take away our love&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S_KKCTLms1I/AAAAAAAAA-M/iY4KlgepMlk/s1600/P100517017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S_KKCTLms1I/AAAAAAAAA-M/iY4KlgepMlk/s320/P100517017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472588269321892690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S_KKB5uJFwI/AAAAAAAAA-E/FkMFqxd8zbs/s1600/P100517015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S_KKB5uJFwI/AAAAAAAAA-E/FkMFqxd8zbs/s320/P100517015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472588262487430914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S_KKBvgfqQI/AAAAAAAAA98/n6ph8gDhd8U/s1600/P100517010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S_KKBvgfqQI/AAAAAAAAA98/n6ph8gDhd8U/s320/P100517010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472588259745835266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-1760082416096354448?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/1760082416096354448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/1760082416096354448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/hurricanes-cant-take-away-our-love.html' title='Hurricanes can&apos;t take away our love'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S_KKCTLms1I/AAAAAAAAA-M/iY4KlgepMlk/s72-c/P100517017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-5577853685781737784</id><published>2010-05-15T10:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T10:54:04.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't need a parachute, baby if I've got you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee194/tanisha_GA/cheryl-2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 429px; height: 242px;" src="http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee194/tanisha_GA/cheryl-2.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over. Finally. I think this time round, I'm going to fail my math. Argh. I miss those times last year when I got a B3 so easily. Now, I easily get an F. Argh. Also, I don't think I can get an A for history and DNT like last time :( &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, hows life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="540" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SujI9V9RVf8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SujI9V9RVf8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="540" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watch this every single day without fail. It's so hilarious. &lt;b&gt;SKEET SKEET!&lt;/b&gt; HAHAH! Shane Dawson ftw! And, to Danial Haziq, seriously, it's not scary.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-5577853685781737784?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/5577853685781737784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/5577853685781737784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-need-parachute-baby-if-ive-got.html' title='I don&apos;t need a parachute, baby if I&apos;ve got you'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-7397290406737812856</id><published>2010-05-04T11:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T11:35:48.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S9-VqT0_xGI/AAAAAAAAA8s/zWFlXWgE398/s1600/be_my_breathing_apparatus__by_Pretty_As_A_Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S9-VqT0_xGI/AAAAAAAAA8s/zWFlXWgE398/s400/be_my_breathing_apparatus__by_Pretty_As_A_Picture.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467253026760672354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm sick :( So is Nakiah. I reckon we got it from the class because last week, most of our classmates were absent and all had the same sickness. Let's call it '23 flu' (k, wtf) Symptoms are: fever, sore throat, headache, diarrhea(which I haven't get yet) and rashes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I got sent home during art lesson which is the first period. Thankfully, Brent carried for me my bag and send me to the General Office and from there, I waited for my maid. I waited for like one whole fucking hour. She told me she was bathing, what crap. &lt;b&gt;Then, I made my way to the clinic and got a 2 days M.C! Yes ah!&lt;/b&gt; Now, I am enjoying my time at home surfing the net on the laptop and enjoying the cooling air-conditioner. Awesome. It's 11.30 am now, math lesson. Have fun in class, people, teehee.&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/7621101123148580890-7397290406737812856?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/7397290406737812856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/7397290406737812856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-it.html' title='This is it'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S9-VqT0_xGI/AAAAAAAAA8s/zWFlXWgE398/s72-c/be_my_breathing_apparatus__by_Pretty_As_A_Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-7343071830228277399</id><published>2010-05-03T15:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T15:38:14.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S959G4Xa46I/AAAAAAAAA8k/09X72oRshcI/s1600/30491_402447105736_627660736_4593491_5297362_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S959G4Xa46I/AAAAAAAAA8k/09X72oRshcI/s400/30491_402447105736_627660736_4593491_5297362_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466944554837664674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love you girls &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-7343071830228277399?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/7343071830228277399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/7343071830228277399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/notion.html' title='Notion'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S959G4Xa46I/AAAAAAAAA8k/09X72oRshcI/s72-c/30491_402447105736_627660736_4593491_5297362_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-5866656431603867950</id><published>2010-04-30T15:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T15:41:17.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its nine in the afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am so sorry I haven't been posting lately. I'm sick. But I've recovered. I've recovered from BIEBER FEVER! HAHAHAHAHHAHA! NIGAHIGA \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="540" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r56jqb-fWVM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r56jqb-fWVM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="540" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm sorry for not posting. I'm too lazy too post. Exam's are round the corner. Awesome. After our exams are our holidays! Yes ahh! I'm planning to read A LOT of book. Plus, I have to study geography so I'll roughly know what will be taught next term. Plus, I wanna go to town again with Akila, we shall drag Asyura, Nakiah and Syazana along :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheer up Syazana, I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-5866656431603867950?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/5866656431603867950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/5866656431603867950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-nine-in-afternoon.html' title='Its nine in the afternoon'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-325316924103378019</id><published>2010-04-15T16:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T16:30:53.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't love you like I did, yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S8bM0LDmNDI/AAAAAAAAA8M/mgeNbINJ8Jo/s1600/P100207012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S8bM0LDmNDI/AAAAAAAAA8M/mgeNbINJ8Jo/s320/P100207012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460276794926445618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Happy tenth birthday Yasmin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it's kinda late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna party with her this Saturday if I'm not wrong, I heard it from my momma. I'm not sure where. But all I know is that we're gonna have a great time. Aunt Marni is in Amsterdam and she'll be back on Saturday. Yay, I'll get to see Lydia! She's fucking cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;From friends, to lovers, to strangers. How epic.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate playing the xylophone. I rather play &lt;i&gt;Stand By Me&lt;/i&gt; on the piano than on the xylophone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother is selected to go to USA because of NCC. Awesome or what. I shall be an awesome cadet. But when I look at the form, you even need the principal's consent, whoa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-325316924103378019?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/325316924103378019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/325316924103378019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dont-love-you-like-i-did-yesterday.html' title='I don&apos;t love you like I did, yesterday.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S8bM0LDmNDI/AAAAAAAAA8M/mgeNbINJ8Jo/s72-c/P100207012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-5342619949244846736</id><published>2010-03-26T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T20:23:12.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its the 27th tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Omg, the date today is 26 March.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being in the contingent is fun, but tiring. &lt;i&gt;Endure.&lt;/i&gt; Most common word used.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mum downloaded Google Chrome. It's faaaaaaaaaaaaar awesome than Internet, Mozilla Firefox. Plus, there's lotsa cute themes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm participating in Earth Hour tomorrow. I love the mother earth. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Save the earth!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;Make it a better place for you and for me.&lt;/i&gt;  We should make earth hour once a month, agree? Start by switching off the lights when not in use, it lowers down your electricity bill and you're playing a part to save the earth. And also, you'll lose weight. &lt;i&gt;Heheheh. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-5342619949244846736?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/5342619949244846736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/5342619949244846736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-27th-tomorrow.html' title='Its the 27th tomorrow.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-8771068474906083959</id><published>2010-03-19T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T12:53:21.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cos shawty is a eenie meenie miney mo lova</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM SO FRIKIN PISSED. LIKE SERIOUSLY, PISSED. PISSED, PISSED, PISSED. GOD. OH MY GOD. STOP IT MAN, LIKE SERIOUSLY. I FEEL SO AGITATED. GOSH. I AM SO FRIKIN PISSED. LIKE SERIOUSLY, PISSED. PISSED, PISSED, PISSED. GOD. OH MY GOD. STOP IT MAN, LIKE SERIOUSLY. I FEEL SO AGITATED. GOSH.I AM SO FRIKIN PISSED. LIKE SERIOUSLY, PISSED. PISSED, PISSED, PISSED. GOD. OH MY GOD. STOP IT MAN, LIKE SERIOUSLY. I FEEL SO AGITATED. GOSH.I AM SO FRIKIN PISSED. LIKE SERIOUSLY, PISSED. PISSED, PISSED, PISSED. GOD. OH MY GOD. STOP IT MAN, LIKE SERIOUSLY. I FEEL SO AGITATED. GOSH.I AM SO FRIKIN PISSED. LIKE SERIOUSLY, PISSED. PISSED, PISSED, PISSED. GOD. OH MY GOD. STOP IT MAN, LIKE SERIOUSLY. I FEEL SO AGITATED. GOSH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays this time round totally sucks. Firstly, I have to go to school for speech day training. Gosh, I want a holiday :( And secondly because I'm staying in Singapore. I want to go to Australia again. I want to meet Elly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool or what, Arash says he wants to go to Pasir Ris Crest Secondary. Awesome, seriously. He was one of my favorite juniors! Hehe, I'll make sure the first senior he speaks to is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moi&lt;/span&gt;. Hehe. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S6N--Blf3tI/AAAAAAAAA74/fTh4mFSAMD0/s1600-h/P100314021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S6N--Blf3tI/AAAAAAAAA74/fTh4mFSAMD0/s320/P100314021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450339578091134674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S6N--iMorgI/AAAAAAAAA8A/DguXDhs_qG0/s1600-h/P100314007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S6N--iMorgI/AAAAAAAAA8A/DguXDhs_qG0/s320/P100314007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450339586845224450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S6N-9thVTQI/AAAAAAAAA7w/JbVX-y6IGuk/s1600-h/P100314022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S6N-9thVTQI/AAAAAAAAA7w/JbVX-y6IGuk/s320/P100314022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450339572704955650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Team Azhar vs Team Razak! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Team Azhar \m/&lt;br /&gt;Don't call me horse, I'm a unicorn! Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-8771068474906083959?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/8771068474906083959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/8771068474906083959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/cos-shawty-is-eenie-meenie-miney-mo.html' title='Cos shawty is a eenie meenie miney mo lova'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S6N--Blf3tI/AAAAAAAAA74/fTh4mFSAMD0/s72-c/P100314021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-1232823625106561109</id><published>2010-03-13T07:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T07:42:50.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You got me mesmerized.</title><content type='html'>Holy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving for my camp later, so I wanna bid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;farewell&lt;/span&gt;. I'm gonna miss everyone. Except home. Hahaha, just kidding. I'm gonna miss the toilet, the aircon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me and Asyura spend the night laughing in front of the computer screen! Seriously, anyone who sees it will laugh their ass off. Hahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time, no icon. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dah jelak ah tu.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Not even a "Wad u doing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;I'm ready to fall, I'm ready to crawl, on my knees to know it all, I'm ready to heal, I'm ready to feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No surprise for cheering compe&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tit&lt;/span&gt;ion. I mean like seriously, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our class don't give a damn about it.&lt;/span&gt; I can't stop laughing on stage, its because that we had no actions,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; seriously&lt;/span&gt;. And then, we did actions anyhow on stage which are like weird but funny. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;We're just there for your entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Omg, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;guess what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;? I actually got a distinction. For the first time in secondary school life. Awesome. Plus, I got 24th for cross country. My name was written down but I didn't won anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&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/7621101123148580890-1232823625106561109?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/1232823625106561109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/1232823625106561109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-got-me-mesmerized.html' title='You got me mesmerized.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-7342725680753881441</id><published>2010-03-04T18:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T18:45:05.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i came here to make you dance tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S4-H7S0i8rI/AAAAAAAAA7I/PsLWkoTvors/s1600-h/5854_124176753894_685753894_2273162_2428977_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S4-H7S0i8rI/AAAAAAAAA7I/PsLWkoTvors/s400/5854_124176753894_685753894_2273162_2428977_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444719927248482994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. I'm too lazy too post. So yeah, hello. Hows life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I failed math and malay.&lt;/span&gt; And I failed science by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two marks&lt;/span&gt;, hell yeah, carelessness's fault. But I guess i'll pass overall?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*siggggh*&lt;/span&gt; But, I am super happy for history and DNT, because, I've got a distinction. For the first time in secondary school life! Awesome. History's the best. I scored &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;18 out of 20&lt;/span&gt; for the first test and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;21.5 out o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;f 25&lt;/span&gt; for the second test and got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;41 out of 49&lt;/span&gt; for common test! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*grins*&lt;/span&gt; Heh, show off. I mean no harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye for now. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Je t'aime.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naz, naz, naz&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S4-OdiWNg2I/AAAAAAAAA7g/4M6PhEob_xU/s1600-h/P100214003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S4-OdiWNg2I/AAAAAAAAA7g/4M6PhEob_xU/s320/P100214003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444727112601535330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S4-Od_lgoTI/AAAAAAAAA7o/9bJ1pnQrhPs/s1600-h/P100214004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S4-Od_lgoTI/AAAAAAAAA7o/9bJ1pnQrhPs/s320/P100214004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444727120450330930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Akid Danish and Nurul Natania are super cute! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-7342725680753881441?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/7342725680753881441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/7342725680753881441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-came-here-to-make-you-dance-tonight.html' title='i came here to make you dance tonight.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S4-H7S0i8rI/AAAAAAAAA7I/PsLWkoTvors/s72-c/5854_124176753894_685753894_2273162_2428977_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-3442197310658285625</id><published>2010-02-25T17:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T17:16:41.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forever young.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E1nbvplgElw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E1nbvplgElw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lazy to post this days. I'm beginning to love that song! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Plus down to earth!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; Cool. Mr Marvin Leong showed us Glee during music lesson. Awesome teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*watch a vid with the song we have to play on piano.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Man got shot on the head and bled on the snowy floor.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliff: Ice kacang..&lt;br /&gt;Class: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*destroy the silence*&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marios: Eh Nazei, why you so bad, kill the Jews? You're a German Nazi in disguise right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naufal is boasting that his school softball have beat mine. Seriously Naufal, whatever. It's not like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; am playing. Lol, its a long time since I've ever speak to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry honey, I'll be switching my mobile phone off tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-3442197310658285625?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/3442197310658285625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/3442197310658285625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2010/02/forever-young.html' title='forever young.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-3678287364685434255</id><published>2010-02-17T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T16:52:17.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I'm so over it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nlMLSgAQCIQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nlMLSgAQCIQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard that, Nak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EDITED ON THE MOST EPIC HISTORY CLASS DAY EVER. (18022010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Teo: I'm sorry class but there will be no remedial today. My dad just passed away.&lt;br /&gt;Class: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! (Y) *claps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one was during test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Teo: KEEP QUIET CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS! If you people are noisy, I will cancel this test!&lt;br /&gt;Class: *MAKES NOISE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept screaming and some imitated. Then suddenly, Mr Azhar came in by the back door. Like whoa. In the end, we got a re-test. Because people cheated. I pity Brent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-3678287364685434255?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/3678287364685434255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/3678287364685434255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2010/02/because-im-so-over-it.html' title='Because I&apos;m so over it.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-1302987297904354456</id><published>2010-02-15T13:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T13:15:35.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i see you all over me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S3jX_uvHbII/AAAAAAAAA7A/nJHexWtBB4s/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S3jX_uvHbII/AAAAAAAAA7A/nJHexWtBB4s/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438334039927254146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know why but we are talking about names. Still msn-ing with them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Take care, Asyuraaaaaaaaaa! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-1302987297904354456?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/1302987297904354456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/1302987297904354456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-see-you-all-over-me.html' title='i see you all over me.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S3jX_uvHbII/AAAAAAAAA7A/nJHexWtBB4s/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-6411926769021960664</id><published>2010-02-14T01:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T01:33:35.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if we ever meet again.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know its kinda late. But,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY 13TH BIRTHDAY NAZRUL ARMAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The card was so last minute. But yeah, its nice. HAHAH! Yeah, cheer up, don't emo. My singlish fail. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-6411926769021960664?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/6411926769021960664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/6411926769021960664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-we-ever-meet-again.html' title='if we ever meet again.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-414130037718822174</id><published>2010-02-10T17:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:40:50.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm falling for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S3KH8zoG5FI/AAAAAAAAA5o/-r5nrjUlVB0/s1600-h/17957_288360565826_777000826_3330585_4347114_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S3KH8zoG5FI/AAAAAAAAA5o/-r5nrjUlVB0/s400/17957_288360565826_777000826_3330585_4347114_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436557178909942866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello world. Yeah, yeah, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I finally updated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp was pretty awesome. Except that Asyura didn't come. But when camp ended, we met Asyura at school cause she had to help out during the Secondary one camp. Then saw Arman, Haqim and Raja outside the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day totally sucks at first because we had to carry heavy floorboards and then and expedition sucks because we didn't go as a whole class only half.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Even and odd.&lt;/span&gt; God dammit. Second day was much better because we had a new trainer because our previous and boring trainer had to go for another camp. We had Azman, which totally boost up the fun. Laughing was contagious. We had things like rock climbing, team building games, archery and more. Campfire was epic. Our class cheer is very unique. Hehehehe.  Shafi and Azman are the best trainers, ever. Thanks for the coke and tidbits. And of course, introducing new words that only our class knows.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S3KI4fDp43I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/9yTfV4PDfGk/s1600-h/17957_288375220826_777000826_3330661_7135914_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S3KI4fDp43I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/9yTfV4PDfGk/s400/17957_288375220826_777000826_3330661_7135914_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436558204180489074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S3KI4tzacII/AAAAAAAAA6g/-fK1w9M-2HE/s1600-h/17957_290347910826_777000826_3335284_5045854_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S3KI4tzacII/AAAAAAAAA6g/-fK1w9M-2HE/s400/17957_290347910826_777000826_3335284_5045854_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436558208138899586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S3KI4AyKa7I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/FtCv_1LJV9M/s1600-h/17957_288374645826_777000826_3330646_3214006_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S3KI4AyKa7I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/FtCv_1LJV9M/s400/17957_288374645826_777000826_3330646_3214006_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436558196054059954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S3KH-vHaVOI/AAAAAAAAA6I/dSKl7ll8AoE/s1600-h/17957_288371330826_777000826_3330622_1995391_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S3KH-vHaVOI/AAAAAAAAA6I/dSKl7ll8AoE/s400/17957_288371330826_777000826_3330622_1995391_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436557212058801378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S3KH-HAU1wI/AAAAAAAAA6A/SXZjorbX8AU/s1600-h/17957_288370515826_777000826_3330616_6566171_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S3KH-HAU1wI/AAAAAAAAA6A/SXZjorbX8AU/s400/17957_288370515826_777000826_3330616_6566171_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436557201291663106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S3KH9SgADWI/AAAAAAAAA5w/PIlghqiPSoU/s1600-h/17957_288370470826_777000826_3330612_85505_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S3KH9SgADWI/AAAAAAAAA5w/PIlghqiPSoU/s400/17957_288370470826_777000826_3330612_85505_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436557187197439330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S3KH9gP2yFI/AAAAAAAAA54/vt_vf28U_B0/s1600-h/17957_288370490826_777000826_3330614_5736205_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S3KH9gP2yFI/AAAAAAAAA54/vt_vf28U_B0/s400/17957_288370490826_777000826_3330614_5736205_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436557190887819346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;BEST PICTURE AWARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First runner up, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHAFI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S3KI5PygmfI/AAAAAAAAA6o/lyqYQJkncjc/s1600-h/17957_288375510826_777000826_3330665_3518995_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S3KI5PygmfI/AAAAAAAAA6o/lyqYQJkncjc/s400/17957_288375510826_777000826_3330665_3518995_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436558217261914610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Champion goes to, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUSYAIRI! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S3KI5QsH90I/AAAAAAAAA6w/sUC5HJo-848/s1600-h/17957_288375515826_777000826_3330666_6705332_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S3KI5QsH90I/AAAAAAAAA6w/sUC5HJo-848/s400/17957_288375515826_777000826_3330666_6705332_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436558217503569730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done with camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's okay, somehow. I am one of the top five in class for the English test. (Y) I failed my Malay. Who cares.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, plus, we were third fer the best decorated class! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wakala chingtong wa chikaput, Ms Kamath did not hand in our greeting card.&lt;/span&gt; Ours was damn nice. Thanks to Nicholas.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S3KK-XU1ZEI/AAAAAAAAA64/hkFF-QxZJO0/s1600-h/P100205002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S3KK-XU1ZEI/AAAAAAAAA64/hkFF-QxZJO0/s400/P100205002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436560504207533122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shukree: I want to change my sex so that I can stead with Cliff.&lt;br /&gt;Brent: Cliff's hot.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wth?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had one week of no science and math. If Cikgu Marina is not coming tomorrow, it'll be one week that I will be having no malay lesson. I still prefer last year. Cikgu Marina did not come and there was no relieve to teacher. So we stayed at our class and that time, one three was at the fourth floor. And all classes were empty because of O levels. So, one conquered the whole corridor and we stole peanuts! And stole fans. Our class this year is extra ordinary, we have and extra fan. Thanks to last year's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;four three&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, Mr Leong was laughing like shit during music just now. We're awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-414130037718822174?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/414130037718822174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/414130037718822174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-think-im-falling-for-you.html' title='I think I&apos;m falling for you.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S3KH8zoG5FI/AAAAAAAAA5o/-r5nrjUlVB0/s72-c/17957_288360565826_777000826_3330585_4347114_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-3160771954329920735</id><published>2010-01-24T09:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T17:30:36.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock you down.</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuck la.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S1umtFBUUzI/AAAAAAAAA4g/Cek7xH9OHhk/s1600-h/18757_254830560826_777000826_3201179_3974189_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S1umtFBUUzI/AAAAAAAAA4g/Cek7xH9OHhk/s400/18757_254830560826_777000826_3201179_3974189_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430117069097292594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick. I am darn sick. I am fucking sick. I fucking want to go to camp. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I am sick. But the good thing is that, I got to skip madarash. Yesterday, I woke up and found out that I had no voice. I also found out that Aleena's also sick. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get well soon!&lt;/span&gt; I hate it when I have to go to the toilet every 10 minutes to throw my phlegm. Eww. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm numb on the asphalt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AKEELA!&lt;/span&gt; Nah, I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta new phone! It was free. Wtf. My sister got a Samsung Corby Pro and mine is "Inq" Hah, wtf right? But awesome, there's Sims 3! When the person took out the phone my dad was like "CHINA ONE AH?" Lol, wtf. Singapore brand. Dots.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S1upxSdVVAI/AAAAAAAAA4o/pNUipcNHIX0/s1600-h/inq-mini-twitter-screen-front-back23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S1upxSdVVAI/AAAAAAAAA4o/pNUipcNHIX0/s400/inq-mini-twitter-screen-front-back23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430120439958819842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S1upxzUZj4I/AAAAAAAAA4w/_YOrYEfYOaw/s1600-h/18962_241982398431_717518431_3200307_7378486_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S1upxzUZj4I/AAAAAAAAA4w/_YOrYEfYOaw/s400/18962_241982398431_717518431_3200307_7378486_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430120448779718530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Eh Nazeirah, you all look like penguin sia! *Do's action*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wtf _|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-3160771954329920735?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/3160771954329920735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/3160771954329920735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/knock-you-down.html' title='Knock you down.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S1umtFBUUzI/AAAAAAAAA4g/Cek7xH9OHhk/s72-c/18757_254830560826_777000826_3201179_3974189_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-7806600305787435974</id><published>2010-01-18T18:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T18:14:29.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been down, I've been out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S1Qz9a0S7VI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/nehRbp4JM2Y/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S1Qz9a0S7VI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/nehRbp4JM2Y/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428020581151993170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What's with MSN? The last person to type have a ":::::::::::::::::::::::."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need to know, I need to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need to find someone real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've had enough broken dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now my heart needs to heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to laugh, I want to smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And fall head over heels&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Push Play - My everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The song is not that nice but the lyrics are! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-7806600305787435974?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/7806600305787435974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/7806600305787435974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-been-down-ive-been-out.html' title='I&apos;ve been down, I&apos;ve been out'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S1Qz9a0S7VI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/nehRbp4JM2Y/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-8073474222725438611</id><published>2010-01-15T17:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T17:39:52.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time of your life</title><content type='html'>I was actually not going to post today but in the end, i changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday, it was&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; green day's concert&lt;/span&gt;. But sadly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn't go&lt;/span&gt;. I was suppose to with my brother since we're real fans of green day! But in the end, there's ngaji (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;religious class&lt;/span&gt;) and my mum made us go for ngaji. I mean seriously, none of us want to go for ngaji.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Even my dad&lt;/span&gt;. He skip most of the time!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Wtf&lt;/span&gt;! In the end, my mum said she will cancel the ngaji. But she said it too late. Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I listen to this song, it will always bring back good memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fzsCg79wQlE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fzsCg79wQlE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road. Time grabs you by the wrist; directs you where to go.So make the best of this test and don't ask why.It's not a question but a lesson learned in time.It's something unpredictable but in the end it's right. I hope you had the time of your life. So take the photographs and still frames in your mind. Hang it on a shelf. In good health and good time. Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial. For what it's worth, it was worth all the while.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Other Green Day songs I like:&lt;br /&gt;American Idiot Album:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vh7mLgP7YH4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vh7mLgP7YH4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ixT9fKuWDOw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ixT9fKuWDOw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Plus: Boulverd of broken dreams, Wake me up when September ends, Jesus of Suburbia and Whatsername&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;21st Century Breakdown&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VuXjxiODygI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VuXjxiODygI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/elm97elJewE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/elm97elJewE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r00ikilDxW4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r00ikilDxW4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Plus: Know your enemy, Horseshoes and handgrenades, Restless heart syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-8073474222725438611?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/8073474222725438611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/8073474222725438611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/time-of-your-life.html' title='time of your life'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-3031388055446748082</id><published>2010-01-13T21:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T18:07:44.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long way to go</title><content type='html'>Got busted.&lt;br /&gt;You know, I don't really speak malay often and so, I was speaking to Cikgu Marina in english and she always say "Nazeirah, Cakap dalam bahasa melayu" And when i speak in malay, Nakiah, Akila and the rest of the two three girls were laughing. &lt;em&gt;Nak said I speaked like indonesian?&lt;/em&gt; I think I learned to much from my maid. The people in my family who totally suck in malay is my brother and I. My brother said once he told his teacher "Saya tak tahu cakap melayu." And then he had to go for remedial. Sometimes even my parents don't know. Once, I was writing my karangan and I asked my parents to translate for me and they took time to think and in the end, I got a " I dont know". But sometimes, I do speak malay to my friends, &lt;strong&gt;I speak modern malay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426528342574721394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S07mxs7BaXI/AAAAAAAAA4I/LfswB7997ws/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;My sister did real &lt;strong&gt;bad&lt;/strong&gt; for 'O' levels. But hah, at least she beat Syazana's sister. Muahahahaha! Funny, my mum was like "&lt;em&gt;Syaza, Syaza, your sister's in express and you're in Normal Acad.&lt;/em&gt;." Whatever. I bet even my brother's results gonna be better than my sister's. &lt;strong&gt;Hope mine's better&lt;/strong&gt;. Wish me well. (Y)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S07rC7VS66I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/oFT4tMfLCkk/s1600-h/loooooooooool.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426533036547304354" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S07rC7VS66I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/oFT4tMfLCkk/s400/loooooooooool.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This facebook fan page reminds of Shukree. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Gladys pushed him then he fell on Qusyairi. Mrs Teo was screaming at Shuk then he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Shuk: FUCK YOU LAH! *points middle finger directly infront of her face!*&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Teo: &lt;strong&gt;GET OUTTTTTTTTTTTTT&lt;/strong&gt;! *pulls him out* &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, everthing was a fake. Gladys pushed lightly, then Shukree purposely fall on Qusyairi and Qusyairi purposely fall. But everything was chaotic after all. Everyone was walking around, screaming, throwing papers and passing messages &lt;em&gt;via&lt;/em&gt; paper. &lt;strong&gt;Maybe this semester we're gonna fail history and 2/2 will have 100% passes.&lt;/strong&gt; The whole class will blame the old woman. K, I sound mean. Class is in chaos. Its so fun when there's no teacher for a period, like Ms Chua's art lesson and Mdm Kala's english. HAHAHAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-3031388055446748082?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/3031388055446748082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/3031388055446748082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/long-way-to-go.html' title='long way to go'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S07mxs7BaXI/AAAAAAAAA4I/LfswB7997ws/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-8645019950210593329</id><published>2010-01-12T19:16:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T21:00:19.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll keep you my dirty little secret.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow. &lt;em&gt;She&lt;/em&gt; broke the record. Broke mine. Broke Akila's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I FEEL LIKE DELETING MY BLOG&lt;/strong&gt;, reasons because no one's tagging and I dont know what to post about. Now I know how 'dead blog' owners feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah Akila, its safe with me. I would do the same thing, to you only. So yeah, don't worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate my sitting arrangement. Both mother tongue and 2/3. Malay class one totally suck. In my group, Im the only girl. And Andi was like "GET USE TO BEING WITH A GUY!" And dear Nakiah, please dont think that I'm not jealous who sits with who, because&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; im not&lt;/span&gt;! In 2/3, I have to sit beside the corridor window. &lt;strong&gt;ITS HOT!&lt;/strong&gt; But luckily, I have noisy/funny people around me. Andi, Brent, Cheah Yew Wei, Kevin. And Im beside Nakiah. And behind Kok Xuan &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;elee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reasons why I hated cca today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to hentak kaki for so long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reasons why I love cca today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There will be no cca on Friday because maam said we have worked hard for the CCA OPEN HOUSE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Part 'C's commanded us just now, coolz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg, im in Part B already! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Alpha&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Bravo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Charlie Delta&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just have to wait till we're in Part C and then we take over! Hahahaha! &lt;strong&gt;I believe A'tikah make a good USM. She's awesome, she's loud.&lt;/strong&gt; I want to be Part A PC :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weird, during inspection we still say:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Good after maam, Private (&lt;em&gt;name&lt;/em&gt;), (&lt;em&gt;ic number&lt;/em&gt;) ready for inspection!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We should be saying&lt;/strong&gt;, "Good afternoon maam, Lance Corporal (&lt;em&gt;name&lt;/em&gt;), (&lt;em&gt;ic number&lt;/em&gt;) ready for inspection!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We still havent get our rank :(&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They boys got it already. &lt;strong&gt;MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!&lt;/strong&gt; Maam Tan is on maternity leave. -_- Our maam now is Palai ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busted. Marios and Khairin we looked like penguins during the freestyle drill. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found some pictures on my phone. The one with Asyura was last year, and the one with Nakiah and the rest of the girls was last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425816139023943554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S0xfB_8ah4I/AAAAAAAAA34/aRDxqy1WFCA/s400/Image056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425816126826734754" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S0xfBSgX5KI/AAAAAAAAA3w/IVt7cNQMDZU/s400/Image058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425816124104507730" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S0xfBIXWAVI/AAAAAAAAA3o/UaacQBUcx_E/s400/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425816121024287314" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S0xfA849klI/AAAAAAAAA3g/S0g_kq1vhSY/s400/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random.  I bet after Akila and Asyura see that picture, they'll laugh their ass off. We were laughing like crazy that day. &lt;strong&gt;I mean no harm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-8645019950210593329?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/8645019950210593329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/8645019950210593329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/ill-keep-you-my-dirty-little-secret.html' title='i&apos;ll keep you my dirty little secret.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S0xfB_8ah4I/AAAAAAAAA34/aRDxqy1WFCA/s72-c/Image056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-5608862332816988517</id><published>2010-01-08T06:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T06:15:20.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're the best damn thing that my eyes have ever seen</title><content type='html'>Gosh. I'm so tired of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but i'm loving science.  I'm hating history :(&lt;br /&gt;and oh, Miss Wani actually made us sign a contract to keep our mouths shut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-5608862332816988517?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/5608862332816988517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/5608862332816988517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/youre-best-damn-thing-that-my-eyes-have.html' title='you&apos;re the best damn thing that my eyes have ever seen'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-4559479349639189836</id><published>2010-01-03T13:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T15:03:57.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's such a dirty mess imperfect at it's best</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sxaBrOu3W7w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sxaBrOu3W7w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" scriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Song of the decade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want this moment, to ever end, where everything's nothing, without you, I'll wait here, forever just to, to see you smile, cause it's true, I am nothing without you&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey, lets make &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2010&lt;/span&gt; a wonderful year. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What happened in 2009 remains in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Im not gonna hold any grudge against anyone except for Shu___. Lol, sorry, Nakiah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, most of my uncles has an iPhone! That time when we with uncle shah at Uncle Taufik's (mum'z side) house, most of the male adult has an iPhone and some had Omnia. And at my grand mother's house (dad'z side) nearly all family had an iPhone except for one, but that one has the most imac stuff like : macbook, iPod Touch, iPod nano. Cool or what&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S0BABsWaYoI/AAAAAAAAA3U/ZqhE2zFpps4/s1600-h/17237_232977367706_828752706_3031696_3423839_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S0BABsWaYoI/AAAAAAAAA3U/ZqhE2zFpps4/s400/17237_232977367706_828752706_3031696_3423839_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422404349183287938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S0A_5cwLSvI/AAAAAAAAA3M/yxrudPE_k2s/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S0A_5cwLSvI/AAAAAAAAA3M/yxrudPE_k2s/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422404207557430002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;I GOT MY PHONE BACK!&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, after those two months, i'm so not used to having a phone.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-4559479349639189836?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/4559479349639189836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/4559479349639189836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-such-dirty-mess-imperfect-at-its.html' title='It&apos;s such a dirty mess imperfect at it&apos;s best'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/S0BABsWaYoI/AAAAAAAAA3U/ZqhE2zFpps4/s72-c/17237_232977367706_828752706_3031696_3423839_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-1253512670787948855</id><published>2010-01-01T18:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T19:13:55.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its something unpredictable but in the end its right, I hope you had the time of your life.</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means school is gonna start soon and there's two sides of me who is excited and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Syaza Nazeirah 1&lt;/span&gt;: Oh holy shit! School's gonna open soon. Man, I hate waking up early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Syaza Nazeirah 2&lt;/span&gt;: Yay! I'm gonna see everyone. I'm so sick of staying at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something I will do &lt;s&gt;next&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;this&lt;/b&gt; year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; Complete all homeworks and if I receive a consent form, I will give it straight to my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; Keep secrets even if I dislike that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; Be a more, anti-social. I've been such a noisy person in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SMS less?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't think so.&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;u&gt;haven't&lt;/u&gt; even got my phone back, argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt; Don't lie! (Hah, like I can ever live without lying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can first day of school be free day? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mum bought an iPhone!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuckstuff cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAN ANYBODY TEACH ME HOW TO TRANSFER PICTURE FROM IPHO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NE TO COM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sz3W5ejL7-I/AAAAAAAAA28/tAaHdOpgmy8/s1600-h/IMG0000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sz3W5ejL7-I/AAAAAAAAA28/tAaHdOpgmy8/s400/IMG0000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421725809365479394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I DYED MY HAIR RED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kidding, its adobe photoshop! I suck at editing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my younger sister, my mum and I went to her cousin's place for a gathering. Its suppose to be some kinda "New Year" Stuff but it ended around eight? Then went to Barrage to see fireworks with the whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was seriously fun. All the kids and teenagers and some adults went swimming cos the house is a condominium. There were four or five families there. (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uncle Shah's, Auntie Julie and more&lt;/span&gt;) In the swimming pool, there were water guns. Everyone was aiming at each other. Finally, me, Yasmin, Diana and Ruslee challenged swimming. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hanny wanted to swim along but she didn't know how to swim&lt;/span&gt;. -.- Halfway, all of us were tired. The length was freaking long! We rested in the middle of pool and continued 1 minute later. It was getting darker so we went in and played "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Truth or Dare&lt;/span&gt;" It was fun to play with them because the during the previous Truth or Dare game we played, Hanny confessed she like Hahahahahahahhahadi.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sz3W5rkkE5I/AAAAAAAAA3E/3tWqwx5oZ4E/s1600-h/21980_229592217099_540697099_3643204_1832036_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sz3W5rkkE5I/AAAAAAAAA3E/3tWqwx5oZ4E/s400/21980_229592217099_540697099_3643204_1832036_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421725812860916626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took this picture from Uncle Taufik's facebook. It was taken before I reached there. There were no picture of me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Home alone with the maid&lt;/span&gt; -.- My parents and my younger sister are at Swensons with Ellysha's family and more because one of my relative's migrating to Australia. Dammit, my family population is decreasing cos a lot migrated and some are going to migrate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-1253512670787948855?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/1253512670787948855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/1253512670787948855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-something-unpredictable-but-in-end.html' title='its something unpredictable but in the end its right, I hope you had the time of your life.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sz3W5ejL7-I/AAAAAAAAA28/tAaHdOpgmy8/s72-c/IMG0000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-6532017785736135082</id><published>2009-12-29T09:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T10:21:25.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes love comes around and they knock you down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SzljBxbFUAI/AAAAAAAAA2U/ipn5Fr9QNuI/s1600-h/tumblr_ksqo0bPhd21qa0lwpo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SzljBxbFUAI/AAAAAAAAA2U/ipn5Fr9QNuI/s400/tumblr_ksqo0bPhd21qa0lwpo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420472508615053314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sezairi won!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, to all those Sezairi haters, Sylvia lost because you people didn't vote enough. Come on, the malay population in Singapore take up less than half. So yeah, Sezairi has more fans. One time, on a Sezairi fan page, I saw a person wrote that she voted&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 40 times&lt;/span&gt;. Beat that. So yeah, its not racist, its just that you people didn't vote enough.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Even Ken Lim said it was a fair competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to all those people who criticize Sezairi , and thinking that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sylvia should win, you guys are in the wrong. Why didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you guys vote? All the Sezairi fans were voting like madness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stop all those criticizing. No phone also, use house phone lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tsk tsk tsk. *laughs here and there*&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I heard this on muttons to midnight but I didn't a catch the whole thing, and then I saw it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asyura's &lt;/span&gt;blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool, Sezairi's "Touched by an angel" is on hot and fresh on 91.3 fm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-6532017785736135082?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/6532017785736135082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/6532017785736135082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-such-dirty-mess-imperfect-at-its.html' title='sometimes love comes around and they knock you down'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SzljBxbFUAI/AAAAAAAAA2U/ipn5Fr9QNuI/s72-c/tumblr_ksqo0bPhd21qa0lwpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-4622103322919414299</id><published>2009-12-25T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T06:40:01.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damned if I do ya</title><content type='html'>Im currently at overseas and Im chatting with my sister&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; via &lt;/span&gt;msn because we're so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTLY, MERRY CHRISTMAS.&lt;br /&gt;I love christmas because my family and I celebrates it. We had a log cake, presents and more. But mostly, we had a christmas tree. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its no point having christmas without a christmas tree&lt;/span&gt;, ya know. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reasons why I will be having difficulties next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I have been sleeping and waking up late. I tried sleeping early once but I cant, I freaking cant. So it would be a challenge for me.  Secondly, my homework's gone. Die. Thirdly, I have no mood for school :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reasons why I love this holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, we have 2 months plus holiday. So its a November-Decemberholiday, which is better than primary school's one which was only one month ++Secondly, I spend my time sleeping all day. I sleep from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 am to 2pm.&lt;/span&gt; Thirdly because Kevin McCallister's a super great liar. Awesome. And oh, I've finally watched New Moon. Like, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Think about it, an eight years old shopping alone, I dont think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Oh no, my family is in Florida and Im in New York. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I fought it for a long time now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;While drowning in a river of denial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I washed up, fixed up, picked up all my broken things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause you left me police scene chalk line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tequila shots in the dark scene of the crime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suburban living with a feeling that I’m giving up everything for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uh oh oh how was I supposed to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That you were oh oh over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think that I should go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somethings telling me to leave but I won't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause I’m damned if I do ya, damned if I don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-4622103322919414299?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/4622103322919414299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/4622103322919414299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/damned-if-i-do-ya.html' title='Damned if I do ya'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-7011103885415111957</id><published>2009-12-21T21:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T22:01:03.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>decode</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;ITS ONE YEAR! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;since I've finished reading the whole twilight series!&lt;br /&gt;yeah, I actually remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The outsiders's awesome. I read in three hours. I want a brother like Soda! HEHEHEH!&lt;br /&gt;omg, school is gonna start soon. I wonder how's the secondary one's gonna be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WILL NOT PROCRASTINATE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, in survivor, Brett should have won! Dammit.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sy9_egnbgLI/AAAAAAAAA2M/lBn28Hc_nM8/s1600-h/brett-merge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sy9_egnbgLI/AAAAAAAAA2M/lBn28Hc_nM8/s320/brett-merge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417689038878113970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-7011103885415111957?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/7011103885415111957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/7011103885415111957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/decode.html' title='decode'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sy9_egnbgLI/AAAAAAAAA2M/lBn28Hc_nM8/s72-c/brett-merge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-3240325276644944441</id><published>2009-12-20T13:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T13:22:15.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meet me on the equinox</title><content type='html'>Last night, I dreamt I was in The Amazing Race. -.- And, in survivor, I want Brett to win! Lol, he's so innocent. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Russel's already a millionaire. &lt;/span&gt;Finally, Shambo's out. Dave's reaction was so funny. Shambo wanted Dave out because of a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chicken soup&lt;/span&gt;? This Christmas, every Friday to Sunday movies at Mio Tv is only $1.99, and so I watched Home Alone. Spend an hour laughing my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sy2w2jVkL0I/AAAAAAAAA18/19FJhCqXMls/s1600-h/IMG00015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sy2w2jVkL0I/AAAAAAAAA18/19FJhCqXMls/s400/IMG00015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417180378041691970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt; ALIYAH'S COMING TO SINGAPORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Chuck&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;: So the next time you forget you’re Blair Waldorf, remember I’m  Chuck Bass and I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Gossip Girl Season Three&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-3240325276644944441?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/3240325276644944441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/3240325276644944441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/meet-me-on-equinox.html' title='meet me on the equinox'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sy2w2jVkL0I/AAAAAAAAA18/19FJhCqXMls/s72-c/IMG00015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-5647493546009197748</id><published>2009-12-13T16:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:31:45.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know that we can be something so amazing.</title><content type='html'>Its currently 4.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, my cousin's going to NUS High. Everyone expected him to get in Victoria, like his brother but he scored much higher than his brother and he was the top malay student in his school. Wow. And my dad was like, Why is our family so different? And that is also because his other brother's child is in Crescent Girls and all. We're different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'Day mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be new year soon and so, I've listed a few facts about me in case you've misunderstand  me in the past. In fact, I've listed seven of them, based on my character, appearance, friendship, experience, television, hair and school. Oh, and uh, if you think I'm religious, I'm not. Frankly, when my mum ask me to pray, I'll just lock the door and stay for five minutes and get out and, I haven't even finish reading the qur'an. Lol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt;I’m loud, obnoxious , cry easily, I’m easy to get along with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt;I don't usually wear make-up except for powder, my ears are pierced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt;I have a best friend, I have a friend, I have an enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt;I've been on a plane, I've been in a car, I've been on a train, I've won an award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt;I love Glee, Gossip Girl, Totally Spies, The Suite Life on Deck, Life with Derek, Ellen DeGenerous and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm in love with reality shows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6)&lt;/span&gt;I've straightened my hair, I've curled my hair, I've cut my fringe, I've dyed my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7)&lt;/span&gt;I've been suspended before, in primary school, every time if I got scolding, I will roll my eyes&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i781.photobucket.com/albums/yy93/ellyshahaha/IMG0000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 268px;" src="http://i781.photobucket.com/albums/yy93/ellyshahaha/IMG0000.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof for number 6.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-5647493546009197748?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/5647493546009197748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/5647493546009197748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-know-that-we-can-be-something-so.html' title='I know that we can be something so amazing.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-8776395937675930130</id><published>2009-12-09T17:45:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T17:21:00.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because you live and breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hs0HELcUYUY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hs0HELcUYUY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;All-time favourite song.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so fun to be on the phone with Nakiah. Especially when her cousins are around, and later they'll be screaming, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siaper ah? _____ ehhh?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; LOLZXZX.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sx-WXLF8ZVI/AAAAAAAAA1U/9pMvU-wsmrQ/s1600-h/fullhouse1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sx-WXLF8ZVI/AAAAAAAAA1U/9pMvU-wsmrQ/s400/fullhouse1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413210601981502802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at like 3 plus yesterday cos I spend the night watching "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Full House&lt;/span&gt;" with my mum and sister. Korean girls are pretty! My mum's friend lend us the disc and asked us to watch cos it is so funny. Basically, its about this girl, (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;k, i forgot her name&lt;/span&gt;), who was an orphan, and so her parents left her a house they designed. Her dearest friends were a couple who were desprate for money cos they had no job and they lady was pregnant. So, the couple lied that she won a free flight to Shanghai and they'll be a tour guide. In the airplane, she sat beside a famous singer. She kept talking to the singer but he just kept quiet. And suddenly, she vomited at him. The singer then opened his shirt and left it in the airplane by accident. When they alighted, she found out she had no tour guide and she had only little bit money because she thought the tour guide will provide everything. I'm lazy to continue. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh. My younger sister as usual made a huge mess at the hall. This time she tried "Camping" so there was a tent and a sleeping bag. And, she fell and her head hit the sharp end of the chair. It wasn't so sharp. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pheww.&lt;/span&gt; If not, I'll get blame for everything since my older sister is working and my brother is out with his friends. I called my mum since I had nothing better to do and a few minutes later, my neighbours came to check on my sister. But lucky it was just a minor one. We owe them big time! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SyCR0ddnLnI/AAAAAAAAA1c/4SCYw5xZ2CQ/s1600-h/tumblr_kua83nDN1S1qa1ae2o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SyCR0ddnLnI/AAAAAAAAA1c/4SCYw5xZ2CQ/s400/tumblr_kua83nDN1S1qa1ae2o1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413487082547392114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, Miley Cyrus has a tattoo under her left boob. She's only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;, hello? And then later, the cute little kids will be watching Hannah Montana and if they spot the tattoo, they'll go "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mummy, I want a tattoo! Just like Miley!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks for the info, Tuti Andrea! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="460" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a3156XEMmzw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a3156XEMmzw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[edit]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My current maid is the weirdest maid I ever had, EVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughs at every single thing.&lt;br /&gt;She's on the phone most of the time, even if my parents are at home.&lt;br /&gt;She eats a lot. She even takes food w/o permission sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Example:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In Malaysia when we ate a this high-class chocolate restaurant she take my sisters cake without permission and ate the chocolate top. She even drink my milkshake without asking. She just stretch her hand out to take. Even yesterday, when my mum bought fries for me from Burger King, she went in the kitchen and take it, just like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to fight back. (even my grandma says so)&lt;br /&gt;And when she seats, she seats like a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously, man. Even that time when my brother was packing for OBS, she simply just take and throw;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(translated in english)&lt;br /&gt;Luqman: *Calls maid* Ah, Help me take my school red shirt, I don't know where it is.&lt;br /&gt;Maid: *on the phone* *takes shirt* *throw on my brother's table*&lt;br /&gt;Luqman: Don't anyhow throw my stuff la!&lt;br /&gt;Maid: *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;Luqman: Help me take my shorts, this time, don't throw.&lt;br /&gt;Maid: *take and throw*&lt;br /&gt;Luqman: I JUST SAID DON'T THROW! ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;Maid: *laughs* and go out.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's real weird. If people call her or ask her to complete her work, she will reply in this annoying high pitch tone. But that time, when my sister scolded her till she cried, her voice was like man when she was crying. Wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SyC3rziNz0I/AAAAAAAAA1k/UjGkAvJrOgY/s1600-h/fullhouse1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SyC3rziNz0I/AAAAAAAAA1k/UjGkAvJrOgY/s400/fullhouse1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413528715295313730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear you, I know who you're referring to. -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SyC5Tkpn3eI/AAAAAAAAA1s/wrzVtEddeOc/s1600-h/help_me_please_by_anti__white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SyC5Tkpn3eI/AAAAAAAAA1s/wrzVtEddeOc/s400/help_me_please_by_anti__white.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413530498006244834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; your holiday? Mine's boring, I miss so much people, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; Save me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This year's Singapore Idol is a tough one. Sylvia and Sezairi are both good singers.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I wanna fall in love with you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't have to try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its so easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who needs to pretend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But because its so funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lets just think about it, honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lets just fall in love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lets just fall in love again - Jason Castro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[/edited]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-8776395937675930130?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/8776395937675930130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/8776395937675930130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/because-you-live-and-breathe.html' title='because you live and breathe'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sx-WXLF8ZVI/AAAAAAAAA1U/9pMvU-wsmrQ/s72-c/fullhouse1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-7622098691376959043</id><published>2009-12-07T12:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T20:04:52.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for miracles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SxyE3KmR5zI/AAAAAAAAA08/4G8do9n-QLk/s1600-h/meghan+and+cheyne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SxyE3KmR5zI/AAAAAAAAA08/4G8do9n-QLk/s400/meghan+and+cheyne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412346935465076530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Amazing Race was awesome.&lt;/span&gt; It's so obvious that Meghan and Cheyne will win. Sam and Dan are like the villains of the game. They steal Ericka and Brian's taxi. Lol, "&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's a motivation : THE BROTHERS ARE TRYING TO STEAL OUR TAXI!&lt;/i&gt;" I actually thought that Flight Time and Big Easy would made it to the top three but because of the frustrating telephones, they were fourth. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I grow up&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanna go to Estonia!&lt;/span&gt; Did you see the place? Its damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SxyG-pzuDkI/AAAAAAAAA1E/qgMBwdiN__8/s1600-h/omfg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SxyG-pzuDkI/AAAAAAAAA1E/qgMBwdiN__8/s400/omfg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412349263125286466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my favourite episodes was the day when it was Flight Time's birthday. During the most frustrating game in Amazing Race's history was the rolling game thingi, which was a roadblock where they have to roll hay out and find the Amazing Race flag, and during the past season, someone took 8 hours to find but didn't get it. And altogether there was like more than hundred of them. And so, Big Easy did the roadblock and was the first one to find. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah man! This is my birthday, this is what I'm talking about!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I've accidentally threw all my homework. I'm so dead next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-7622098691376959043?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/7622098691376959043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/7622098691376959043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/time-for-miracles.html' title='Time for miracles'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SxyE3KmR5zI/AAAAAAAAA08/4G8do9n-QLk/s72-c/meghan+and+cheyne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-3273166068831310151</id><published>2009-11-30T13:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T15:07:00.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so I guess this is where i have to stand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I having been waking up at 1 pm plus this days. Omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SxNgtKtGgrI/AAAAAAAAA0k/DTZ8uWFdNI8/s1600/sick_by_duhitsmia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SxNgtKtGgrI/AAAAAAAAA0k/DTZ8uWFdNI8/s400/sick_by_duhitsmia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409773906486002354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Im currently sick. First it was like tonsillitis, then I had flu, then now i have been coughing. Even my voice changed. I think I got it from my brother. Only my brother's wasn't so bad like mine. Its unusual for me to cough cos I don't have asthma. My mum didn't really paid much attention to me. Only my brother, cause he is going to OBS and so on. I don't really care now. Lucky for me, before my brother went for OBS, he passed me his psp. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wth? My cousin's going to London for the third time, man. And he's like only 19 or something? And he is going with his friends. Cool or what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Define "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;best friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SxNoVp38DBI/AAAAAAAAA0s/ZLcZhatv1pc/s1600/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SxNoVp38DBI/AAAAAAAAA0s/ZLcZhatv1pc/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409782298629114898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, Sarah. I feel the same way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember in Primary school, me and Juzanvina used to love this song hell much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cDg5xhyS3js&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cDg5xhyS3js&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-3273166068831310151?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/3273166068831310151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/3273166068831310151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-i-guess-this-is-where-i-have-to.html' title='so I guess this is where i have to stand.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SxNgtKtGgrI/AAAAAAAAA0k/DTZ8uWFdNI8/s72-c/sick_by_duhitsmia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-9037127171125117714</id><published>2009-11-26T09:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T11:13:06.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get back</title><content type='html'>Jocelin  uploaded this picture on facebook and tagged me. Eww.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sw3bIrlTWLI/AAAAAAAAA0M/L2eelo-_M-A/s1600/13040_1285482385615_1486815686_842915_3877578_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sw3bIrlTWLI/AAAAAAAAA0M/L2eelo-_M-A/s400/13040_1285482385615_1486815686_842915_3877578_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408219669726451890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary one's one is still the best. Haha, Danial's hair. During primary six I brought that to&lt;br /&gt;school and everyone laughed their ass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to talk about Malaysia trip. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Akila, Syazana, Nakiah and Asyura, I really hope you people love your souvenirs. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sw3xynLZR1I/AAAAAAAAA0U/UEHbDUX05GU/s1600/2012%2520movie%2520poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sw3xynLZR1I/AAAAAAAAA0U/UEHbDUX05GU/s400/2012%2520movie%2520poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408244579354363730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Malaysia,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I've watched 2012&lt;/span&gt;. The movie was well, okay. It depends on what religion you are, somehow. For example, if a muslim watches this, he'll say its "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;" because you cant escape from death and when it is Judgement Day, everything will die. But in the movie, in the end, they build some kinda ship so that they would be safe. But overall, I think the movie's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Noah's damn sweet. Even though he hated his real father before and after the father got an air plane to get them on air and not on land so that they wont die or something, in the end, he loved the father more than his step father. I nearly cried during the part when there was something stuck at the gear place in the ship and then his father went back to take something out which was stuck because they caused it and because of that the door wont close and water was rushing in and Noah wanted to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah: Daddy, I wanna help.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: No Noah, stay with your mum.&lt;br /&gt;Noah: No, I wanna help.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Yes, you are helping. Remember the time when your little sister was being borned you told me you wanted to be a good brother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn sweet, man. In the end, Noah went there secretly and helped his father. In the end, they survived.  Lol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, please help! Go to this website and vote for Azleen and Farah :D http://www.seventeen.com.sg/superstylin09/vote.php thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-9037127171125117714?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/9037127171125117714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/9037127171125117714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/eww.html' title='get back'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sw3bIrlTWLI/AAAAAAAAA0M/L2eelo-_M-A/s72-c/13040_1285482385615_1486815686_842915_3877578_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-1089903450123859244</id><published>2009-11-19T11:06:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T09:39:03.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where'd you go? I miss you so.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SwS4A8lYv1I/AAAAAAAAA0E/baSZXnc248I/s1600/Mevsim_uzerine_ii_by_akincetin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405647779153887058" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 219px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SwS4A8lYv1I/AAAAAAAAA0E/baSZXnc248I/s400/Mevsim_uzerine_ii_by_akincetin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lets just hope everything will turn out fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nakiah and Syazana are the only ones who know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My sister's off for an interview at Cotton On and so she'll be temporily working while waiting for her '&lt;br /&gt;O' level results. Obviously, my sister's with her friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My brother is now in school cos he has a prefect camp. He spend the night yesterday packing his stuff. He told me he's gonna enjoy himself there cos he will be with his friends and not family. -.- After packing, we watched "Singapore Idol" Then my mum asked, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mum: Do you all miss abah?&lt;br /&gt;Luqman: errrrrrrrrrrrrrr, like normal only?&lt;br /&gt;Fatin: Wth sia you.&lt;br /&gt;Luqman: Really what. When Syaza go for camp also nobody care.&lt;br /&gt;Fatin: Eh, where got? I miss her sia! No one to do my stuff for me.&lt;br /&gt;Me: WTH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My dad's currently in Philipines, working. I'm not really sure what he is working as but I know that its something to do with ships. Just like Akila's dad. Only that her dad earn more than mine, ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thank god school activities are over. But unfortunately for me, I have to go to school again on the 28th December to discuss about next year's freestyle drill competition. On the bright side, you get to meet ya friends :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;idk why, but my brother keeps making fun of my sister this days. Hahaha, Fat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;LOL! LOL! LOL! LOL! LOL! LOL! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;WHAT? FAIZAL'S OUT? OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;marquee&gt;GO SEZAIRI! :D&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E64pP9RVs0I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E64pP9RVs0I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yeah, yeah, im still at season 2. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Serena's hot, man. And so is Nate(Chace Crawford), but his Akila's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After time and time again, as I build the bridge of innocence, satisfaction guaranteed, pillow-weight catastrophe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-1089903450123859244?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/1089903450123859244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/1089903450123859244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/beaten-by-damned.html' title='where&apos;d you go? I miss you so.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SwS4A8lYv1I/AAAAAAAAA0E/baSZXnc248I/s72-c/Mevsim_uzerine_ii_by_akincetin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-4070271953084179390</id><published>2009-11-18T08:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T08:57:14.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they said that good things take time, but really great things happend in a blink of an eye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hell yeah NCC Camp was super duper fun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;despite the pumpings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night walk and the Amazing Race was the best. The Part Cs planned it all :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pictures from Syahirah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Kekanan lurus" src="http://i781.photobucket.com/albums/yy93/ellyshahaha/DSCF0136edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The first night&lt;/span&gt;, me and Radhiah were as mean as a witches. We took our flash lights and were flashing it at peoples face. Shafa brought snacks and shared around. Ain was ahem-ing with Sarah. In the end, everyone slept and then woke up to bathe at 3.30am! Radhiah, Radhiah. -.-" After bathing, everyone went to sleep again but people like me, Sarah, Radhiah and Shafa cant sleep and so, we played FLASH LIGHT CATCHING! It was kinda stupid actually but we had alot of fun. After the game, we played real catching. Hah, jumped over people who was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Thanks Syahirah." src="http://i781.photobucket.com/albums/yy93/ellyshahaha/DSCF0185edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horror movie and Night walk. Watched "&lt;em&gt;Shutter&lt;/em&gt;" and got everyone screaming. After watching the movie, we went for our Night Walk. Me and Atikah were chosen to go first. [!!!] We were damn scared cos firstly, it was super dark and secondly, we had to pass through the classrooms. Zomg. In the end, went in threes (Sarah, Zayanah, Me). Fateha were with us. I was laughing all the way but Sarah and Zayanah were holding each others hand tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Went to Khairiana and Azlin's*&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and Zayanah: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;*And ran all the way*&lt;br /&gt;Fateha: OI! DONT RUN! *said to me* : Still got one more. Kau tengok.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and Zayanah: AHHH! *Ran down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cute seh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing race was embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Amazing race." src="http://i781.photobucket.com/albums/yy93/ellyshahaha/DSCF0260edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thats E!Hub okay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flour and water were being thrown at us during team building games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Flour attack." src="http://i781.photobucket.com/albums/yy93/ellyshahaha/DSCF0229edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Thanks Syahirah." src="http://i781.photobucket.com/albums/yy93/ellyshahaha/DSCF0241edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Thanks Syahirah." src="http://i781.photobucket.com/albums/yy93/ellyshahaha/DSCF0244edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Thanks Syahirah." src="http://i781.photobucket.com/albums/yy93/ellyshahaha/DSCF0263edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Second night.&lt;/span&gt; Punished and pump-ed. Ate supper and bathed. Went back to classroom and then Surgent Syahirah, Rafikah and Syafiqah came in and talk to us. They're really super nice. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Our top five best Part Cs, first two is Fateha and Noraini*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After they left, Noraini and Fateha came in. When they came in, Fateha made us laugh so hard. She said our part's dress code is like as if we're going for a costume party. Adilah wore like she's going out, Shafa semangat bring pyjamas and Azmira wore like hip-hop. Sleeveless jacket? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And, she was wearing slippers which were meant for toilet!&lt;/span&gt; Hah. Everyone was tired and slept early. Ended up waking up late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I injured my elbow during the rolling game. Ouch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overdue pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 501px; HEIGHT: 371px" height="372" alt="onethree" src="http://i781.photobucket.com/albums/yy93/ellyshahaha/14654_1257907095258_1457061651_7333.jpg" width="529" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 502px; HEIGHT: 339px" height="369" alt="roar" src="http://i781.photobucket.com/albums/yy93/ellyshahaha/DSC00692.jpg" width="537" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-4070271953084179390?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/4070271953084179390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/4070271953084179390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/they-said-that-good-things-take-time.html' title='they said that good things take time, but really great things happend in a blink of an eye.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-8009828480918156103</id><published>2009-11-11T16:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:09:47.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because l-o-v-e was not what this was.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Svp5aFf2F6I/AAAAAAAAAz4/QeUOoZBp5Ks/s1600-h/image-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402764192043636642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Svp5aFf2F6I/AAAAAAAAAz4/QeUOoZBp5Ks/s320/image-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Svp5Z02Q7xI/AAAAAAAAAzw/2VDuzvQRVSE/s1600-h/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402764187574267666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Svp5Z02Q7xI/AAAAAAAAAzw/2VDuzvQRVSE/s320/image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;updownturnaround-shakeit.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one threeeeeeeeeeeeeeee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Svp5ZixPrGI/AAAAAAAAAzo/S-56xDUKLpQ/s1600-h/IMG0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402764182721375330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Svp5ZixPrGI/AAAAAAAAAzo/S-56xDUKLpQ/s320/IMG0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good luck for tomorrow's guitar test, lovelies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-8009828480918156103?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/8009828480918156103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/8009828480918156103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/because-l-o-v-e-was-not-what-this-was.html' title='because l-o-v-e was not what this was.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Svp5aFf2F6I/AAAAAAAAAz4/QeUOoZBp5Ks/s72-c/image-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-959288759732112895</id><published>2009-11-10T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T21:03:11.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg.</title><content type='html'>I logged into facebook today and saw Haizal's newest post that he joined this group. Yeah, the title was shocking. And yes, I join. Why are you people against our religion? &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvlkXCmL10I/AAAAAAAAAy4/BneBkeKCZaw/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402459575004419906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvlkXCmL10I/AAAAAAAAAy4/BneBkeKCZaw/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-959288759732112895?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/959288759732112895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/959288759732112895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/omg.html' title='omg.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvlkXCmL10I/AAAAAAAAAy4/BneBkeKCZaw/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-3422093090639470475</id><published>2009-11-07T12:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T12:24:09.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatcha say</title><content type='html'>Hey Azmira, Happy belated birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry people, i have no mood. Some onethree people knows why. Eh, Asyura? Im innocent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401212117938146002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvT1ze49CtI/AAAAAAAAAyw/QAcREG72V4k/s320/guitar+heroes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401212109669777138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvT1zAFnvvI/AAAAAAAAAyo/BJRjtsr_Q2o/s320/guitar+class.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;thanks gladys.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guitar lessons are fun,&lt;em&gt; hah&lt;/em&gt;, basically cos me and Nakiah already knows how to play and so we're a step ahead. Our theme song, &lt;em&gt;*lol*&lt;/em&gt; Then, during fencing, we played at the girls toilet. Akila and Asyura started screaming and me and Nakiah were laughing our ass off. At the water cooler, the boys were having so much fun in the toilet. Tze Sheng asked me to go in but I only went in when all the boys are out. -.-" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mum went home and told me she took my report book. Class position improved by 1, level position improve by 6, overall percentage improved by 9%. *winks* My level postion is above below-average. YAY! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, yesterday night, my family and I went to Pastamania to well, eat. Surprisingly, I saw Khairul Irfan's family. But he's not there. Cos when they came in, I recognized his brother. Then I remembered one two had their class chalet. Thank god he wasnt there. If he was, I think he would be laughing cos I had to crawl under table cos my dad and sis were lazy to move out. And so, my hair was at a messy state. So, after eating, my mum thought of watching "&lt;strong&gt;This is it&lt;/strong&gt;" but in the end, we didnt even head for the escalators. Idk why, but we walked around Downtown East. And surprisingly, I met the onetwo boys. I tried to cover my face cos my hair was like shit and all. wth eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-3422093090639470475?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/3422093090639470475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/3422093090639470475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/whatcha-say.html' title='whatcha say'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvT1ze49CtI/AAAAAAAAAyw/QAcREG72V4k/s72-c/guitar+heroes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-932107688703256248</id><published>2009-11-03T12:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T13:45:52.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tell rock and roll im alone again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Su-40a_cpHI/AAAAAAAAAyg/dtplxyvOK6o/s1600-h/rawwwwwwwwwwwwr!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399737688978662514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Su-40a_cpHI/AAAAAAAAAyg/dtplxyvOK6o/s400/rawwwwwwwwwwwwr!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Shignzed up ya see?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Idk why but I fing the song three by Britney Spears nice. Haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can the November and December Holidays be any worse?&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my phone's confiscated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IM GROUNDED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im grounded cos I didnt tell my mum about parent-teacher-meeting. What the? I mean, I only failed science. One freaking subject. And, I scored 60% and above for all except for science which is a fail and a fifty plus for dnt. God dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a blast! First, I had N.Y.A.A. We learned Fencing. The warm-ups seemed wrong. Hahaha, Hip and Knee rotation. &lt;em&gt;*lol*&lt;/em&gt; NCC People left early for our cleaning the park beach day. It was raining. So all the NCC cadets from other schools were at mac. Like cool lo. We should celebrate that day, for breaking the record for having the most ncc part a cadets in macs.&lt;br /&gt;If my phone was with me, I would be taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*siggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So now im like gonna be some kinda shignzed up girl at home.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i765.photobucket.com/albums/xx300/LeenaLoviee/GLEE-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im currently watching Glee on Mio Tv. Cool seh. Its far better than High School Musical, hehehe ;D I kept rewinding at the part they sang "Dont stop believing" I tried searching for the vid on youtube but it said " Embding disabled by request" So, i took the one without the vid:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="144" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TUZwdbeS2mM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TUZwdbeS2mM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-932107688703256248?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/932107688703256248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/932107688703256248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/tell-rock-and-roll-im-alone-again.html' title='tell rock and roll im alone again.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Su-40a_cpHI/AAAAAAAAAyg/dtplxyvOK6o/s72-c/rawwwwwwwwwwwwr!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-9080632628487610190</id><published>2009-11-02T10:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T10:17:14.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigggggggggggggggggggggh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHIGNZED UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have ncc and N.Y.A.A today. Whoa, can die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But cool, learning fencing, HAIYAK! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats ninja -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hunny,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; life is all about ups and down, in and out, left and right and round and around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;see, thats karma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-9080632628487610190?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/9080632628487610190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/9080632628487610190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/sigggggggggggggggggggggh.html' title='sigggggggggggggggggggggh'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-1562589435698688356</id><published>2009-10-29T21:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T14:36:39.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont stop believing, hold on to that feeling.</title><content type='html'>EDITED! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im feeeeeling so fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home late cos of swimming. It was fun though, eventhough we didnt win. ;D&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; told me i looked like i was humping when im on the dolphin. Hey, I was helping my partner ya know. My partner kept on saying "penat sia!", So, I did that. Im a sanguine fyi. Im a live of a party ;D And, well, you havent see me in class. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;JUST DONT GET THE WRONG PERSPECTIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my phone back, argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="144" width="225"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QPPgHlh1PVI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QPPgHlh1PVI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;idk why, im stuck to this song. -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can we bring yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Back around&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;About you now&lt;br /&gt;I was dumb I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;I let you down&lt;br /&gt;But I know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;About you now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO, Halloween's coming. Tomorrow is use-your-hand campaign. Im gonna scare people! K, obviously wont work, lets give it a try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Akila for the pictures. idk why my shirt's like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SuqA3wWWwGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/-avpTqThgzU/s1600-h/091027_WHOA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398268798716788834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SuqA3wWWwGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/-avpTqThgzU/s320/091027_WHOA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SuqA4BGEmDI/AAAAAAAAAyI/HueSdY6PnjY/s1600-h/6012205760gg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398268803211892786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SuqA4BGEmDI/AAAAAAAAAyI/HueSdY6PnjY/s320/6012205760gg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SuqA4vwTqqI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/kKt7kq3j7MU/s1600-h/Edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398268815737072290" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SuqA4vwTqqI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/kKt7kq3j7MU/s320/Edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cheer up eh korang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-1562589435698688356?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/1562589435698688356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/1562589435698688356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-world-is-your-world.html' title='dont stop believing, hold on to that feeling.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SuqA3wWWwGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/-avpTqThgzU/s72-c/091027_WHOA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-2629068850405664330</id><published>2009-10-27T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:16:00.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rawr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dont message me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone got confiscated. Exploded bill. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-2629068850405664330?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/2629068850405664330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/2629068850405664330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/rawr.html' title='rawr'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-5675693982347800432</id><published>2009-10-24T09:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:05:58.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when i loose myself i think of you.</title><content type='html'>im addicted to automatic by tokio hotel :D&lt;br /&gt;and Akila, Asyura and my brother likes monsoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're automatic,&lt;br /&gt;And your heart's like an engine&lt;br /&gt;I die with every beat&lt;br /&gt;You're automatic,&lt;br /&gt;And your voice is electric&lt;br /&gt;Why do I still believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's automatic&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere in your letter&lt;br /&gt;A lie that makes me bleed&lt;br /&gt;It's automatic&lt;br /&gt;When you say things get better&lt;br /&gt;But they never...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no real love in you&lt;br /&gt;There's no real love in you&lt;br /&gt;There's no real love in you&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went out with Akila and Asyura. Was a blast! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SuJbR5FOtfI/AAAAAAAAAxo/EVugVmixYyg/s1600-h/091023_151118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395975666481935858" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SuJbR5FOtfI/AAAAAAAAAxo/EVugVmixYyg/s400/091023_151118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SuJbSRx2KFI/AAAAAAAAAxw/sTVk5Ovzn5I/s1600-h/091023_151150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395975673111521362" style="WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SuJbSRx2KFI/AAAAAAAAAxw/sTVk5Ovzn5I/s400/091023_151150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SuJbSlFVA6I/AAAAAAAAAx4/0oOyMKm_9Go/s1600-h/091023_161350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395975678293509026" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SuJbSlFVA6I/AAAAAAAAAx4/0oOyMKm_9Go/s400/091023_161350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ignore my face -.-" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was suppose to be a geek. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom went for her foot spa and left me at kinokuniya. God, it was fuckshit big! She ask me walk around. For one hour. Then I was bored. So I wanted to find my mum but I didnt know where was it. Took one hour and gave up. Sit at the chair and starred at ppl -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-5675693982347800432?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/5675693982347800432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/5675693982347800432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-i-loose-myself-i-think-of-you.html' title='when i loose myself i think of you.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SuJbR5FOtfI/AAAAAAAAAxo/EVugVmixYyg/s72-c/091023_151118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-8933123270534239691</id><published>2009-10-23T10:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T12:38:03.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The chain reaction will never stop, make it strong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;hows e-learning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;god, it sucks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SuEyqanyL3I/AAAAAAAAAxY/PnlXaWZysNc/s1600-h/IMG0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395649532848648050" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SuEyqanyL3I/AAAAAAAAAxY/PnlXaWZysNc/s400/IMG0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SuEba1vFGUI/AAAAAAAAAxI/KPaVlmc67oc/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395623976481659202" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SuEba1vFGUI/AAAAAAAAAxI/KPaVlmc67oc/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SuEbamaWn1I/AAAAAAAAAxA/wQSZWzmI2pQ/s1600-h/Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395623972368195410" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SuEbamaWn1I/AAAAAAAAAxA/wQSZWzmI2pQ/s400/Image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SuEbaMMpHGI/AAAAAAAAAw4/mpHAc1aAQak/s1600-h/fgs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395623965331364962" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SuEbaMMpHGI/AAAAAAAAAw4/mpHAc1aAQak/s400/fgs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SuEbZv1RTsI/AAAAAAAAAwo/exFnh0ks0ao/s1600-h/fdsd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395623957717143234" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SuEbZv1RTsI/AAAAAAAAAwo/exFnh0ks0ao/s400/fdsd.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SuEbZ9dLapI/AAAAAAAAAww/0p5g4VsQt4E/s1600-h/fgb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395623961374190226" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SuEbZ9dLapI/AAAAAAAAAww/0p5g4VsQt4E/s400/fgb.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SuEyqoFN9CI/AAAAAAAAAxg/HQCjvnKQSC8/s1600-h/shoe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395649536461763618" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SuEyqoFN9CI/AAAAAAAAAxg/HQCjvnKQSC8/s400/shoe.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SuEx0yFQOjI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/eRRuLzIEXOo/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395648611433331250" style="WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SuEx0yFQOjI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/eRRuLzIEXOo/s400/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;peanut rush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im not sure how to feel&lt;br /&gt;im not sure what i feel&lt;br /&gt;anymore cus i never felt that big&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it hurts me so bad&lt;br /&gt;its the words gotta say&lt;br /&gt;and i cant live like that&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna be alone&lt;br /&gt;i tried but i don't know&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-8933123270534239691?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/8933123270534239691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/8933123270534239691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/chain-reaction-will-never-stop-make-it.html' title='The chain reaction will never stop, make it strong.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SuEyqanyL3I/AAAAAAAAAxY/PnlXaWZysNc/s72-c/IMG0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-4980041800265123293</id><published>2009-10-21T16:51:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:10:48.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my fight is your fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I decided to post cos im in a super great mood cos of my results :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, cos I got 60+ for all except DNT and science. &lt;em&gt;and art -.-"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And I got 70+ % for literature. Hey, I improved alot ya know. From a fail! And majority failed this time. AND I BEAT NAKIAH, AKILA AND ASYURA! HAHAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I actually kept a secret stat counter but I put in white colour. To my surprise, there's more than 1000 ppl, coolzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I managed to pass dnt. But I failed science. Really,I improved. I can see that Ms Marina was also happy with me cos my percentage rose to 65.5% from like 30+%? Also, at the staircase on the way to the malay room, she was smiling at me and she asked what subjects I got and I asked wether I passed. Then she said I pass, she said i "&lt;em&gt;lulus&lt;/em&gt;" but I thought she said i "&lt;em&gt;gagal&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt; You see how bad am I in malay?&lt;/strong&gt; Then in class when i got back the paper and I passed, I ask her I thought she said I failed, then she said "I&lt;em&gt; said you pass&lt;/em&gt;" Then Nakiah and Andi were laughing at me. -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ms Marina saw what I wrote on my paper, damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I remember on the first day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life&lt;br /&gt;And I thought hey&lt;br /&gt;You know this could be something&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything you do and words you say&lt;br /&gt;You know that it all takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm left with nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause maybe it's true, that I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;There's so much time, to figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And you've already got me coming undone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Im currently listening to whatcha say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="240" width="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pBI3lc18k8Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pBI3lc18k8Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="40"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Syazana's in love with this song ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;well yeah, the song is also top 5 at the billboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The song starstrukk is really really addictive! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nice legs, Daisy dukes, makes a man go [whistle]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thats the way they all come through like [whistle whistle]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Low-cut, see-through shirts that make you [whistles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;]Thats the way she come through like [whistles]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I should know, how, to make love to something innocent without leaving my fingerprints out, now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;L-O-V-E's just another word I never learned to pronounce&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ystd in malay class, Andi kept singing "hotel room service" by Pitbull. Of course, who wont laugh. Esp when Andi's singing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me and Akila said that our class's version of the song from Justin B the part "my fight is your fight" should be "my spar is your spar". We saw Roy's book, he wrote "How to love a girl", me and Shuk read and more people read and they threw it around. Roy was super pissed. But well, I do agree with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;During history, it was Kok Xuan's turn to read the answers. When she stand up, I screamed "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Then Brent sang the birthday song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Brent: Happy Birthday to you! (wei)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;class echo: wei! (yew wei)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Happy birthday to Kok Xuan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Happy birthday to you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;class scream: WEI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;lolz, Yew Wei. Me-ta. cooolz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Another one:&lt;br /&gt;lead: I love you!&lt;br /&gt;class: Wei!&lt;br /&gt;leader: You love me!&lt;br /&gt;class:ta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-4980041800265123293?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/4980041800265123293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/4980041800265123293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-fight-is-your-fight.html' title='my fight is your fight'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-7191964213506312144</id><published>2009-10-19T02:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T11:15:24.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need someone to love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SttgNz0Wn8I/AAAAAAAAAwg/9dTO3EhTwG8/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394010769070661570" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SttgNz0Wn8I/AAAAAAAAAwg/9dTO3EhTwG8/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;LOL! :D&lt;br /&gt;you people rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;nope, im not gonna put a picture of my cake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;i got real shock when i saw it. bad memories? hah! yes nakiah, exact samer seh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;this time, i dun wanna lie. &lt;em&gt;eye-em-why. &lt;/em&gt;-.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-7191964213506312144?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/7191964213506312144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/7191964213506312144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-need-someone-to-love.html' title='I need someone to love.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SttgNz0Wn8I/AAAAAAAAAwg/9dTO3EhTwG8/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-1500043242878008108</id><published>2009-10-17T09:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T17:39:57.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're banging like a speakerbox</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/StmOeFHN0TI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/pe2ZC211P8o/s1600-h/SL370371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393498676172542258" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/StmOeFHN0TI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/pe2ZC211P8o/s320/SL370371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/StmP9lSmyfI/AAAAAAAAAwI/hdLkJmjt-34/s1600-h/SL370367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393500316897823218" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/StmP9lSmyfI/AAAAAAAAAwI/hdLkJmjt-34/s320/SL370367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;IM THIRTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN TODAY! :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thanks for the wishes via sms, msn, tagboard and facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Extra thanks to those who messaged me at midnight, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU PEOPLE! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;See ya at Zay's open house later! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exam was okay! :D Lucky I studied for literature cos alot of people find it difficult. On Weds, went to Downtown and met Ain, Azmira, Aqilah Zafirah and Radiah. Then went to mac and met Farah, Shuk, Syak, Afifah, Afrina, Haizal and Hafiz. They made me laugh. Oh, you ppl rock! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol, im watching this thing on tv. They interviewed Pete Wentz and Ashley Simpson. Pete Wentz went "I recommend you take a girlfriend that is same size as you"&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hGxcL8CYYoc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hGxcL8CYYoc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;shoot. This song is still stuck in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you can continue loving her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no worries, im over it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;god, Pixie Lott is super pretty! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;does she knows about me and you uh oh uh oh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back from Zayanah's open house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People who made my day: Nakiah, Alisya, Sarah, Amirah and Zay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;omgggg, SARAH! are you okay? Hows your finger?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/StmOexTR02I/AAAAAAAAAvY/zIrzvzaNxCE/s1600-h/SL370335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393498688034296674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/StmOexTR02I/AAAAAAAAAvY/zIrzvzaNxCE/s320/SL370335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/StmOfUzMeoI/AAAAAAAAAvg/TWnO_2PlSx4/s1600-h/SL370339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393498697563404930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/StmOfUzMeoI/AAAAAAAAAvg/TWnO_2PlSx4/s320/SL370339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/StmOgP6qKhI/AAAAAAAAAvo/Cr45Vw-zaXw/s1600-h/SL370341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393498713432402450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/StmOgP6qKhI/AAAAAAAAAvo/Cr45Vw-zaXw/s320/SL370341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/StmOguAXC5I/AAAAAAAAAvw/Cizll4c10cY/s1600-h/SL370344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393498721509378962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/StmOguAXC5I/AAAAAAAAAvw/Cizll4c10cY/s320/SL370344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/StmP8QGRWYI/AAAAAAAAAv4/5UHaawL32oo/s1600-h/SL370346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393500294029072770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/StmP8QGRWYI/AAAAAAAAAv4/5UHaawL32oo/s320/SL370346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/StmP84zyPCI/AAAAAAAAAwA/GV-Lhheb1vM/s1600-h/SL370349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393500304957389858" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/StmP84zyPCI/AAAAAAAAAwA/GV-Lhheb1vM/s320/SL370349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/StmP-FY_TjI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/e53qKeLxRuA/s1600-h/SL370366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393500325514530354" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/StmP-FY_TjI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/e53qKeLxRuA/s320/SL370366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/StmP-vBup6I/AAAAAAAAAwY/-Yt8mgG6lXg/s1600-h/SL370361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393500336691259298" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/StmP-vBup6I/AAAAAAAAAwY/-Yt8mgG6lXg/s320/SL370361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-1500043242878008108?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/1500043242878008108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/1500043242878008108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/youre-banging-like-speakerbox.html' title='You&apos;re banging like a speakerbox'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/StmOeFHN0TI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/pe2ZC211P8o/s72-c/SL370371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-1778363874881021209</id><published>2009-10-12T14:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T14:43:13.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it ends tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391598259616975570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/StLODRwVitI/AAAAAAAAAu4/Ey2vxGbJmoM/s400/Image1166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Five more days to my birthday! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby are you down down down down down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;im in love with Jay Sean's british accent ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-1778363874881021209?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/1778363874881021209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/1778363874881021209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-ends-tonight.html' title='it ends tonight'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/StLODRwVitI/AAAAAAAAAu4/Ey2vxGbJmoM/s72-c/Image1166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-8809838271409041596</id><published>2009-10-10T09:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T10:01:23.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're a hot mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="240" width="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ioG2jR-obac&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ioG2jR-obac&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why Stephenie Meyer's favourite band is muse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Ss_oqxKCP2I/AAAAAAAAAuY/VgzNcjhjPdY/s1600-h/7426_1174801422984_1616543820_441400_4620149_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Ss_orbqJZvI/AAAAAAAAAug/8sW0ftLnIG0/s1600-h/7426_1174801582988_1616543820_441404_8242904_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390783111842326258" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Ss_orbqJZvI/AAAAAAAAAug/8sW0ftLnIG0/s200/7426_1174801582988_1616543820_441404_8242904_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Ss_osHGXibI/AAAAAAAAAuo/yxIXI3V-j8U/s1600-h/7426_1174802303006_1616543820_441418_2301918_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390783123503417778" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Ss_osHGXibI/AAAAAAAAAuo/yxIXI3V-j8U/s200/7426_1174802303006_1616543820_441418_2301918_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Ss_pKM3f3yI/AAAAAAAAAuw/uwBEENweuHY/s1600-h/7426_1174801702991_1616543820_441407_4022153_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390783640447737634" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Ss_pKM3f3yI/AAAAAAAAAuw/uwBEENweuHY/s200/7426_1174801702991_1616543820_441407_4022153_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;how was exam? For english, everyone agrees with me that the passage is boring. No surprise. Science? I forgot to bring my calculator and so, I have to write my own workings. -.-" &lt;em&gt;thanks jia ling.&lt;/em&gt; But overall, science was okay except for Section C which we have to choose 3 out of 4 questions. Im only good at the cell question. I love cells! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Qst: What is shell made of?&lt;br /&gt;My ans: Something hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*ahem ahem* No link.&lt;/i&gt; There's still somemore. Weird answers. Oh god.&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/7621101123148580890-8809838271409041596?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/8809838271409041596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/8809838271409041596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/youre-hot-mess.html' title='you&apos;re a hot mess'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Ss_orbqJZvI/AAAAAAAAAug/8sW0ftLnIG0/s72-c/7426_1174801582988_1616543820_441404_8242904_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-4678213893573728918</id><published>2009-10-08T16:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T16:43:22.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why do all the good things come to an end?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Akila and Syazana came over to study for science tomorrow. Studied and had fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOOD LUCK PEOPLE! :B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Ss2i5OEi3GI/AAAAAAAAAs4/WWcp379Onvc/s1600-h/P1060220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390143432945753186" style="WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Ss2i5OEi3GI/AAAAAAAAAs4/WWcp379Onvc/s320/P1060220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Ss2i7MYfUlI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/6-U-53rrMww/s1600-h/P1060186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390143466852274770" style="WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Ss2i7MYfUlI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/6-U-53rrMww/s320/P1060186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Ss2i6dQmOmI/AAAAAAAAAtI/oehm7jzunsM/s1600-h/P1060197.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Ss2i4nStD1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/gIQ7awRY7ro/s1600-h/P1060139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390143422536159058" style="WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Ss2i4nStD1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/gIQ7awRY7ro/s320/P1060139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Ss2kXI1SuBI/AAAAAAAAAtY/5aH4cgnX6Ao/s1600-h/P1060206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390145046447306770" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Ss2kXI1SuBI/AAAAAAAAAtY/5aH4cgnX6Ao/s200/P1060206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Ss2kXskGmqI/AAAAAAAAAtg/JTIL4d3wRAE/s1600-h/P1060141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390145056038886050" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Ss2kXskGmqI/AAAAAAAAAtg/JTIL4d3wRAE/s200/P1060141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Ss2kYFnPTfI/AAAAAAAAAto/9XaMjRZB87M/s1600-h/P1060179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390145062762925554" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Ss2kYFnPTfI/AAAAAAAAAto/9XaMjRZB87M/s200/P1060179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Ss2kY-3gX-I/AAAAAAAAAtw/lmYs-UVHs2E/s1600-h/P1060205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390145078131974114" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Ss2kY-3gX-I/AAAAAAAAAtw/lmYs-UVHs2E/s200/P1060205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Ss2lNskPE7I/AAAAAAAAAt4/nyGuru4jNkw/s1600-h/P1060156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390145983752377266" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Ss2lNskPE7I/AAAAAAAAAt4/nyGuru4jNkw/s200/P1060156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Ss2lOSB8XoI/AAAAAAAAAuA/A6M4HmlqCjw/s1600-h/P1060155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390145993809092226" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Ss2lOSB8XoI/AAAAAAAAAuA/A6M4HmlqCjw/s200/P1060155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Ss2mA9_ohmI/AAAAAAAAAuI/0e5aGq4Objw/s1600-h/P1060204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390146864604022370" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Ss2mA9_ohmI/AAAAAAAAAuI/0e5aGq4Objw/s200/P1060204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Drunk is the correct word to define us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-4678213893573728918?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/4678213893573728918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/4678213893573728918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/hahahaha.html' title='why do all the good things come to an end?'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Ss2i5OEi3GI/AAAAAAAAAs4/WWcp379Onvc/s72-c/P1060220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-7049897590501851084</id><published>2009-10-04T09:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T10:04:27.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my thoughts are tempting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dearly beloved are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Akila and Meera :D&lt;br /&gt;Meera, im so sorry for not attending your open house. I had to send my cousin to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vzPEz4QXhkY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vzPEz4QXhkY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;_l_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;innocence is long gone.&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/7621101123148580890-7049897590501851084?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/7049897590501851084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/7049897590501851084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/goodbye.html' title='my thoughts are tempting.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-383762029160488309</id><published>2009-10-01T18:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T18:30:12.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we will be victorious</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I hate seeing people happy this days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marios: Eh K1, why you today come school?&lt;br /&gt;Kian Wah: Today got school what.&lt;br /&gt;Marios: TODAY'S CHILDRENS DAY!&lt;br /&gt;Kian Wah: Walau ehh. I thirteen la. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;_l_&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. Paper one is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SAVE ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387575425160863682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SsSDTflWX8I/AAAAAAAAAq4/DKfvVLo5NTA/s320/DSCF0687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;good luck people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHOOT, LOTSA PEOPLE KNOW MY LITTLE SECRET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was like some kinda hyper girl during dnt. I took wood, then i put white glue then acryllic dust. Cool or what?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you know what? dotz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-383762029160488309?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/383762029160488309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/383762029160488309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-will-be-victorious.html' title='we will be victorious'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SsSDTflWX8I/AAAAAAAAAq4/DKfvVLo5NTA/s72-c/DSCF0687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-4213422302661464607</id><published>2009-09-30T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T20:38:25.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the truth hurts, the lies worse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="144" width="225"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IrZcB-9i7I0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IrZcB-9i7I0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BDAY NAKIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had super lotsa fun today. In class, we alredy started throwing flour and water at her. After science, we started again. To be continued tomorrow cos Nak's dad pick her up;D Hey Nak, good luck for your upcoming exams. You rock, :D! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sighhhhhhhhhhhhh, we need to shift to 4/3 cos someone fractured his/her leg. But, we're having fun up there. Most of the upper sec class is vacant. Our class and 4/4 are the only class used on level four. And 4/4 is at the opposite of us. So we conquered the whole corridor. Heheh. Tuesday during science, we were running around, first, second, third, fourth floor. hah. Onethree rocks :D Oh, Cikgu Marina wasnt around. All spar with each other at the same time. They were going all around the corridor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-4213422302661464607?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/4213422302661464607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/4213422302661464607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/truth-hurts-lies-worse.html' title='the truth hurts, the lies worse.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-6658648215194169726</id><published>2009-09-28T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:30:53.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i caught myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SsCeG9ApruI/AAAAAAAAAqo/XkcVLMT-Tvw/s1600-h/P1030960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386478996628811490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SsCeG9ApruI/AAAAAAAAAqo/XkcVLMT-Tvw/s320/P1030960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY BDAY LUQMAN/BROTHER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heh, its just blardy unfair that he could go to f1. arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. sorry for the morning bday bash yang tak menjadi, lol. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386479003578252162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SsCeHW5hu4I/AAAAAAAAAqw/ts3RbNs6leM/s320/DSCF0682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had fun jalan raya-ing with onethree. i'll upload more pictures soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-6658648215194169726?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/6658648215194169726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/6658648215194169726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-caught-myself.html' title='i caught myself'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SsCeG9ApruI/AAAAAAAAAqo/XkcVLMT-Tvw/s72-c/P1030960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-2020882717876632371</id><published>2009-09-24T18:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T18:56:47.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride.</title><content type='html'>i have no mood to blog.&lt;br /&gt;zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to school with a light bag. What does it contain? My wallet, Pencil Case, File. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;During mother tounge,&lt;strong&gt; Ms Marina's back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told our oral results and&lt;em&gt; I got 40 out of 50.&lt;/em&gt; I was rather.. &lt;strong&gt;shocked&lt;/strong&gt;. Why? I actually said "err" for five seconds and I said shit and fuck. Lol, luck? hah. During mother tongue also, Andi made me laugh until I really needed to go to the toilet. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;onethree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brent had to stand in the morning during assembly. When Mr Seet talk about his attitude, Brent said everything was a bloody misunderstanding. -.-" During english, Ms Kamath wasnt around. I sat with Akila with Asyura. And their position is next to Andi's. Andi was making the Brent sound and Brent kept hitting him cos he had to stand infront for making noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, how many days ago was our &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brent and Kevin brought lotsa sweets and throw it all around. When I went to my sit, I saw two sweets. I ate it, &lt;em&gt;gosh, it tasted good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mr Seet nearly cried. Poor thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;We're real diabolics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-2020882717876632371?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/2020882717876632371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/2020882717876632371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-off-wagon-and-im-hitchin-ride.html' title='I&apos;m off the wagon and I&apos;m hitchin&apos; a ride.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-8313142983826529087</id><published>2009-09-15T20:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T09:43:14.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we demented or am I disturbed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381703012970619138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sq-mYHbDYQI/AAAAAAAAAqY/-RISlXzzgKs/s400/Image1018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally realised. &lt;em&gt;Thanks eh Fatin?!&lt;/em&gt; Hah, what are sisters for? *smiles* Yesterday, I was crying for some reasons at home, well because I was really angry at my younger sister. But in the end, I cried even more, until my brother reached home and surprisingly, he bought "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Donut Empire&lt;/span&gt;" :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, there is gonna be another ncc camp. I reached home late just now. Since we were dismissed somehow late, so, I buka with Atikah, Hatziqah and Izaan. You people rock &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; heh. This days, I have been even more close to Atikah, somehow. I pitied her cos she accidentally pulled her bag and it tore abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MARK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;WORDS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live a live from a new perspective. Im suddenly so &lt;em&gt;jovial&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh therapy, can you please fill the void? Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed? Nobody's perfect and I stand accused. For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, this post is written in green and black. And oh, plans changed. Im wearing &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;! Im satisfied, though. Eventhough I wanted to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; super badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;/strong&gt; I was actually looking thru my old chat logs at the com. I clicked on January 2009. A chat with me, Akila and Asyura. I bet if they read, they'll laugh their ass out. You guys still remember? Then Asyura and I were crazy over &lt;em&gt;ahem&lt;/em&gt;. But sadly, my msn spoil. My chat log stopped at March. If not, I think I will be remembering alot of stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="240" width="460"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WZ0CGHwoo6M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WZ0CGHwoo6M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;skip to one minute, 43 seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-8313142983826529087?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/8313142983826529087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/8313142983826529087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/are-we-demented-or-am-i-disturbed.html' title='Are we demented or am I disturbed?'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sq-mYHbDYQI/AAAAAAAAAqY/-RISlXzzgKs/s72-c/Image1018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-7011678268234955238</id><published>2009-09-14T18:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:45:17.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wake me up when September &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sq-oW_X5VUI/AAAAAAAAAqg/KMqa0BXXwMU/s1600-h/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381705192653280578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sq-oW_X5VUI/AAAAAAAAAqg/KMqa0BXXwMU/s320/image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, &lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KHAIRUL!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, wtf la. oldest picture alive.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. Nakiah's birthday is coming :D And brother's, &lt;i&gt;i'll shall make noise when he is sleeping&lt;/i&gt;, :D im a great sister, i know. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andi's giving out hamsters, for free. Lol. G-FORCE. lmao/.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-7011678268234955238?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/7011678268234955238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/7011678268234955238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-beg-to-dream-and-differ-from-hollow.html' title='I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sq-oW_X5VUI/AAAAAAAAAqg/KMqa0BXXwMU/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-9067281710773502108</id><published>2009-09-10T12:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T13:10:06.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what hurts the most, was being so close</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sxaBrOu3W7w&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sxaBrOu3W7w&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I remember being so addicted to this song&lt;/i&gt;, and I still am :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf? I broke my record for not smsing for one day. But at midnight, I finally messaged Asyura, talking about the Crushbot on Facebook thing.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, or today morning, I watched Confessions of a shopaholic on Mio Tv. Even though I watched it like more than 10 times, idk why I don’t find it boring.&lt;br /&gt;After sahur this morning, my brother went for his Senior Spec Course. I didn’t actually thought my brother could be chosen, wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I having doing a lot of quiz on facebook lately. I took this quiz, Crushbot. My results were very very weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i781.photobucket.com/albums/yy93/ellyshahaha/Fullscreencapture9102009101715AMbmp.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Click to view. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean like seriously. Seriously la, its super duper weird.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, then I took the Friendbot! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i781.photobucket.com/albums/yy93/ellyshahaha/Fullscreencapture9102009101546AM-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="360" alt="Friendbot" src="http://i781.photobucket.com/albums/yy93/ellyshahaha/Fullscreencapture9102009101546AM-1.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then Bridesmadebot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i781.photobucket.com/albums/yy93/ellyshahaha/Fullscreencapture9102009101322AMbmp.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="360" alt="Bridesmadebot" src="http://i781.photobucket.com/albums/yy93/ellyshahaha/Fullscreencapture9102009101322AMbmp.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed my ass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous day, I clicked on this “Pickupfriends” thing. They combined 12 pictures into one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i781.photobucket.com/albums/yy93/ellyshahaha/8533_130037097706_828752706_2337668.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Pickupfriends" src="http://i781.photobucket.com/albums/yy93/ellyshahaha/8533_130037097706_828752706_2337668.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let me define it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart: &lt;b&gt;Zhafran&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;u&gt;Should be. 2/8.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute: &lt;b&gt;Aisyah&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;Well, yeah.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind: &lt;b&gt;Naufal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;k, lol. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor:&lt;b&gt;Syakirah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt; LOOOOOOOOOOOL!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich: &lt;b&gt;Nigel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I don’t really know him -.-“&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful: &lt;b&gt;Amir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;lol?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendly:&lt;b&gt; Praveen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I guess he should be. Cos he is the only Indian guy in the level.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thin: &lt;b&gt;Abigail&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;yup!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handsome: &lt;s&gt;Roy&lt;/s&gt; eww. Class nerd. :D&lt;br /&gt;Lucky: &lt;b&gt;Hamiddudin&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;I wonder lucky for what.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short: yeah, yeah. K2 monster. :D&lt;br /&gt;Serious: &lt;i&gt;Shukree&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;?????&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, Nakiah is on facebook. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently webcaming with Nakiah. Screenshot already but blogger something wrong. -.-"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-9067281710773502108?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/9067281710773502108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/9067281710773502108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-hurts-most-was-being-so-close.html' title='what hurts the most, was being so close'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-2910543582469992431</id><published>2009-09-08T12:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:40:31.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>battlefeild.</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;Im now currently messaging Khairin. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly my mood changed.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;I&gt;sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;tsk. tsk.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE SAID HE MADE EVERYTHING UP! WTFFFFFFFFF!&lt;br /&gt;oh, &lt;B&gt;IM BLARDY HELL ADDICTED TO DOWN!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i781.photobucket.com/albums/yy93/ellyshahaha/seniorspec.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i781.photobucket.com/albums/yy93/ellyshahaha/seniorspec.jpg" border="0" height="300" width="326" alt="Senior spec"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;CLICK!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to elaborate, but nvm.&lt;br /&gt;I'll only elaborate abit. I had a deal with my brother. I'll copy down his Senior Spec stuff and he'll let me use the computer. lol. I look thru the whole thing, I finally understand "Tukar Langkah", somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Literature, me, Eachery and Rudran started messaging and calling. Its weird, cos we are just beside each other and we're wasting our bill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*WILL UPDATE LATER ON&lt;/b&gt;, when my mood returns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-2910543582469992431?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/2910543582469992431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/2910543582469992431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/battlefeild.html' title='battlefeild.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-422647933617602187</id><published>2009-09-07T16:05:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T08:11:00.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i write sins, not tragedies.</title><content type='html'>*&lt;i&gt;I changed vid cos I heard Qusyairi singing it and it sounded kinda _________&lt;/i&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/49_t8CcvhiM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/49_t8CcvhiM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had school today, wtff? But school was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Class was shift to 1145. Lit teacher loose her voice when screaming at us. Nearly whole class came during 0800's class but less than half the class came to 1145's.&lt;br /&gt;During ICT, everyone was at youtube and ebuddy. We watched &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;nigahiga&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and I laughed my ass out. I kept listening to the song &lt;b&gt;Down&lt;/b&gt;, by Jay Sean, and I made people addicted to it. &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt; Everyone was enjoying until its time to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During literature, Ms Lam told us to behave like humans. Its the second time a teacher said that to us. -.-" First was Ms Yeo. But she said that our class is irritating, but &lt;b&gt;funny&lt;/b&gt;. HAHAHA! &lt;b&gt;Ti&lt;s&gt;n&lt;/s&gt;ts and shades.&lt;/b&gt; {Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Seet that our class is suppose to be the better N(A) class but 1/2 behave much better than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MIhshI34RSc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MIhshI34RSc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGAHIGAAAAAAAAAAAAA! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why Chris Brown beat Rihanna&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had sucessfully make another class joke. "HAHA" = "H_____ A_____"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;{&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;EDITED ON A NICE TUESDAY MORNING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wtf.&lt;/strong&gt; My maid washed all my skirts. Thank god school start at 9.30 today so that I got enough time to dry it. Its 7.42 am, and Im resting on the sofa in the living room with the laptop on my lap and my sofa seems like an Osim sofa limited edition, cos my phone keeps vibrating. Keep getting messages from Asyura, Akila, Syazana and Rudran. Rudran, &lt;strong&gt;THANKS!&lt;/strong&gt; If not for him, I'll be at school now like a dumb person. Cos at first I thought class will start at 8 today. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;I pity Asyura cos she's in school now. Akila slept back. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can we fast-forward to go down on me?&lt;br /&gt;Stop there and let me correct it&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live a life from a new perspective&lt;br /&gt;You come along because I love your face&lt;br /&gt;And I'll admire your expensive taste&lt;br /&gt;And who cares divine intervention&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be praised from a new perspective&lt;br /&gt;But leaving now would be a good idea&lt;br /&gt;So catch me up on getting out of here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair, just let me perfect it&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna live a life that was comprehensive&lt;br /&gt;'Cause seeing clear would be a bad idea&lt;br /&gt;Now catch me up on getting out of here&lt;br /&gt;So catch me up I'm getting out of here&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I realised that I have been posting alot this days. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-422647933617602187?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/422647933617602187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/422647933617602187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-write-sins-not-tragedies.html' title='i write sins, not tragedies.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-4339398696482795900</id><published>2009-09-04T17:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T17:23:06.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye.</title><content type='html'>[&lt;b&gt;edited&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can we fast-forward to go down on me?&lt;br /&gt;Stop there and let me correct it&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live a life from a new perspective&lt;br /&gt;You come along because I love your face&lt;br /&gt;And I'll admire your expensive taste&lt;br /&gt;And who cares divine intervention&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be praised from a new perspective&lt;br /&gt;But leaving now would be a good idea&lt;br /&gt;So catch me up on getting out of here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair, just let me perfect it&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna live a life that was comprehensive&lt;br /&gt;'Cause seeing clear would be a bad idea&lt;br /&gt;Now catch me up on getting out of here&lt;br /&gt;So catch me up I'm getting out of here &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I need time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;lets see how far I've come.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i781.photobucket.com/albums/yy93/ellyshahaha/LOL.jpg" border="0" alt="K2, Primary 1, Primary 2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa. I look soo different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-4339398696482795900?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/4339398696482795900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/4339398696482795900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodbye.html' title='goodbye.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-8384209138091143732</id><published>2009-09-03T16:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T13:36:53.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck you very much.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sp-6ogd3DLI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/6giyZMw6bvA/s1600-h/d52346609b6acfe9_Photo_95.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377221685176372402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sp-6ogd3DLI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/6giyZMw6bvA/s400/d52346609b6acfe9_Photo_95.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE TODAY. EVERYTHING STARTED OFF WELL UNTIL THE LEARNING FESTIVAL.&lt;br /&gt;ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH,&lt;br /&gt;WTF. YOU KNOW, I REALLY FELT BETTER AFTER THROWING THE FIVE STONES AT YOU.&lt;br /&gt;DAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IpZm1TstpjQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IpZm1TstpjQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, fuck you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sorry for typing in caps.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;b&gt;to Dear Asyura&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;i&gt;the girl in the picture above.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET WELL SOON!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-8384209138091143732?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/8384209138091143732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/8384209138091143732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/wtf.html' title='fuck you very much.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sp-6ogd3DLI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/6giyZMw6bvA/s72-c/d52346609b6acfe9_Photo_95.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-567670812133787789</id><published>2009-08-27T17:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T18:55:03.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>but now im sitting here thinking i mess the whole thing up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i781.photobucket.com/albums/yy93/ellyshahaha/anigif.gif" border="0" height="300" width="325" alt=":)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a feeling that I'm gonna get low marks for mt oral. I actually said "so", "err", "&lt;i&gt;fuck&lt;/i&gt;", "dorang". &lt;b&gt;arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;This is bullshit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-large"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;span&gt;*inputs Brent's accent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was one of the best NCC outings ever. We had our battletrail, we'll earn a Bronze Total Defence Badge. We used Samsung Omnia to get around town and answer the quiz. I had lotsa fun with the girls. Kalau tahu, bawak camera seh! The bad thing is that we &lt;b&gt;walked all the way&lt;/b&gt;. I think we walk more than 10km. We passed thru &lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt; MRT Stations. We went to places like Fullerton Hotel, Clarke Quey, Fort Canning Park, Supreme Court and more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Why must the class be at the funniest when we're fasting? -.-"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This days, I really cant help it. I will laugh even at the not so funny things. During english today, Andi made the whole class laugh. &lt;b&gt;I love 1/3&lt;/b&gt;. I started laughing when Khairul starts ceramah-ing. Marios is getting funnier this days, he will team up with Brent and make me and Gladys laugh. Cliff and Tze Sheng will be making us laugh. Now, even Akila is turning funnier. And I'm &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;embracing narcissism&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. JUST KIDDING! &lt;span style="color: #ffffff"&gt;ily!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;screwed&lt;/b&gt; the whole thing up. &lt;u&gt;argh.&lt;/u&gt; k, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-567670812133787789?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/567670812133787789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/567670812133787789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-grew-from-simple-crush.html' title='but now im sitting here thinking i mess the whole thing up.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-4367733030867887233</id><published>2009-08-24T18:54:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T19:00:08.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the littlest things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="onethreeftw" src="http://i781.photobucket.com/albums/yy93/ellyshahaha/SL374950.jpg" width="340" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;*UPDATED&lt;/span&gt; /&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;YAY, MY BLOGGER'S OKAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to Punggol Park for &lt;s&gt;phototaking&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;cip&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was blardy fun. Despite when Matthew ate french fries infront of me. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;When we went there, the first thing we said was "WHOAA!" then, everyone take out phones and cameras and started taking pictures. &lt;i&gt;Thank god I brought mine!&lt;/i&gt; No one exactly clean the place place except for Nicholas and his friends. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="320" alt="onethreeftw" src="http://i781.photobucket.com/albums/yy93/ellyshahaha/onethreeeeeeee.gif" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SpPAr-ejYcI/AAAAAAAAAoo/r7HuUW_fxgE/s1600-h/punggolbiatch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373850642121187778" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SpPAr-ejYcI/AAAAAAAAAoo/r7HuUW_fxgE/s200/punggolbiatch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SpPCJyLME9I/AAAAAAAAAow/h3lTzUKv9R4/s1600-h/SL374921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373852253726446546" style="WIDTH: 150px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SpPE9UhMKeI/AAAAAAAAApw/jeLt3__fdek/s400/SL374935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SpPE9wdmTOI/AAAAAAAAAp4/dBl_8_TrPC0/s1600-h/SL374919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373855345643244770" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SpPE9wdmTOI/AAAAAAAAAp4/dBl_8_TrPC0/s400/SL374919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SpPE-epjgGI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Ct5i4bbbq30/s1600-h/SL374953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373855358041423970" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SpPE-epjgGI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Ct5i4bbbq30/s400/SL374953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I OWN-ED ANA SYAZANAAAAAAAAAAA! :D &lt;br /&gt;hahahhahahhahahahhahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;THANKS ASYURA FO DA PICTURES BELOW.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i781.photobucket.com/albums/yy93/ellyshahaha/onethreecankickass.jpg" border="0" alt=":)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i781.photobucket.com/albums/yy93/ellyshahaha/rockstars.jpg" border="0" alt=":)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Its wonderful to see how we get along with each other eventhough we are from different primary schools.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i781.photobucket.com/albums/yy93/ellyshahaha/GirlPower.jpg" border="0" alt=":)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i781.photobucket.com/albums/yy93/ellyshahaha/childatheart.jpg" border="0" alt=":)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i781.photobucket.com/albums/yy93/ellyshahaha/NazandAsyu.jpg" border="0" alt=":)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i781.photobucket.com/albums/yy93/ellyshahaha/naznakasyuakee.jpg" border="0" alt=":)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i781.photobucket.com/albums/yy93/ellyshahaha/smileandwave.jpg" border="0" alt=":)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i miss adobephotoshop :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-4367733030867887233?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/4367733030867887233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/4367733030867887233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/photobucket.html' title='the littlest things.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SpPAr-ejYcI/AAAAAAAAAoo/r7HuUW_fxgE/s72-c/punggolbiatch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-5221155824105051652</id><published>2009-08-22T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T13:55:39.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont love you, like I did,yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i781.photobucket.com/albums/yy93/ellyshahaha/fc0b9f7af211e1cf_DSC06282_xlarge-1.jpg" border="0" alt=":)"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large"&gt;HAPPY FASTING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffff00"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-large"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;I hate it when my parents are blardy biased and over-protective.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, it was one of the best days. Surprisingly, I was one of the top people for the English Compo Test. When Ms Kamath called my name and said I had 20, I thought it was the wrong person, but suddenly, it was really me. The highest was Nicholas, with 24. Ajhita got 22. Akila got 21. There are some others who also get 20 and above, like Alvin. Secondly, on the same day, we got our results for the Test on Angles. I got a dinstinction! My first one! :D If only I did the statement correctly, I could have gotten 14/15. I only got one wrong. wtf. Gladys got lotsa careless mistakes. Pity her, she was &lt;em&gt;walau-ing &lt;/em&gt;all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00ff00"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im trying to be a real nice girl this month&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;But theres a voice inside my head saying, you'll never reach it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I spend the night messaging Akila about freedom and how we're gonna be when we're adults and more. I ended up getting messages like &amp;quot;ROFL!&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;MUHAHAHHAHAHA&amp;quot; 'LOL!&amp;quot; and more.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAAHA! &lt;span style="font-size: smaller"&gt;Ellysha Insyirah, Zuko &amp;amp; Suki, Sayyat Redwan and Zhafri! LOOOOOOOOOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffffff"&gt;A walking disaster&lt;br /&gt;The son of allbastards&lt;br /&gt;You regret you made me &lt;br /&gt;its too late to save me&lt;br /&gt;(walking disaster - Sum 41)&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/7621101123148580890-5221155824105051652?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/5221155824105051652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/5221155824105051652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-love-you-like-i-didyesterday.html' title='i dont love you, like I did,yesterday.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-8781194790127818306</id><published>2009-08-19T19:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:05:47.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>but im tired of holding this inside my head.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large"&gt;&lt;span&gt;ARGH.I.HATE.BLOGGER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hows life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my siblings suddenly reflected about our childhood.&amp;nbsp;We talk about the weirdest things we did and saw and laughed like shit. I remember how other people tegur us cos we call each other by name and not by &lt;em&gt;Kakak or Abang or whatever&lt;/em&gt;. I had forgetten what we talked about but I remembered laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This days, our class is usually dismissed late. Why? Cos we're blardy hell noisy. The last period was art. Ms Yeo said that&amp;nbsp;our class is&amp;nbsp;the noisiest class she ever had. Our history teacher even screamed at us today. I remember the look on our literature tacher's face everytime when she enters our class &lt;em&gt;cos the period before that is english and we're always making lotsa noise&lt;/em&gt; and always our litreture will always scold us at her loudest. I remember during science and CME nearly half of the class will always have to stand outside and he will be talking about attitude to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff00ff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-large"&gt;Today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marios pissed me off, so I pissed him off back and he'll be pissing me off again and finally, i made him really really pissed off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, Marios irritated me. I threw stuff at him and he'll be saying in his irritating voice &amp;quot;&lt;em&gt;oh, you missed&lt;/em&gt;!&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;When his finger bled, I screamed &lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;RETRIBUTION!&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at his face. But finally, I pissed him off &lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;big &lt;/span&gt;time. I open his bag and took his pe shorts and threw it on the floor. 5 minutes later, Eachery saw and threw it around. Since I my head was on the table and I didnt know what was happening, I heard Marios said &lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;OI!&amp;quot; &lt;/strong&gt;and then, Eachery thew the pants and it &lt;em&gt;landed on my head&lt;/em&gt;. -.-&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; The people at that side was laughing like crazy. I returned it to Marios and instead of threatening me saying &amp;quot;&lt;em&gt;oh, you diee&lt;/em&gt;!&amp;quot;, &lt;strong&gt;he kicked me without hesitating&lt;/strong&gt;. I didnt react so that he think Im strong. (eventhough theres a bit blue black.) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lol, retribution.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; When I look at him, HIS EYES WERE WATERY.&amp;nbsp;Instead of saying sorry, I said, &amp;quot;&lt;em&gt;ehh, you crying&lt;/em&gt;!&amp;quot; He kept quiet and show me his pissed-off face. In the end, I said sorry but he kept quiet. I wanted to say &lt;i&gt;__________&lt;/i&gt; but I just said to myself in soft tone, &lt;i&gt;and you call yourself a man.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, during P.E, I laughed like mad. Even Khairul looked at me with his &amp;quot;whats-with-this-girl&amp;quot; face. Me and Asyura were the only ones laughing like crazy. We played soccer but I spend my time laughing.&lt;br /&gt;And the math test, I dont know how to the reasons for the angles thing. -.-&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered laughing when Shukree said Brent didnt come to school cos Manchester United lost to Chelsea. Surprisingly, &lt;b&gt;I watched that match&lt;/b&gt; cos I had nothing to do so I disturbed my brother when he was watching by talking to him and asking quetions like "&lt;i&gt;eh, Luqman, ni live eh?&lt;/i&gt;" But he didnt replied a single thing I asked him. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i781.photobucket.com/albums/yy93/ellyshahaha/5145_92335247706_828752706_1823542_.jpg" border="0" height="350" width="385" alt="ALPHA!"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;Fasting month is next week and my Battletrail @ Fort Canning is next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nvm, cos its during school time which means I get to skip lesson. HAHAH. And also cos I'm gonna have fun with those girls up there^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-8781194790127818306?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/8781194790127818306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/8781194790127818306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/but-im-tired-of-holding-this-inside-my.html' title='but im tired of holding this inside my head.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-7481641560129903813</id><published>2009-08-14T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T16:25:05.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now its just a bar fight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc99ff"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Both hands tied behind my back for nothing, oh, no&lt;br /&gt;These times when we climb so fast to fall, again&lt;br /&gt;Why we gotta fall for it, now.&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to start a war&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;To __________, sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late today and my sister said she is gonna make me late for school. When she was bathing, I ran out of house. My maid started laughing, lol. I went out with my hair still down. -.-&amp;quot; I went to the Minimart near my house to buy a comb to tie my hair and went to seven eleven then to Akila house. &lt;em&gt;(But when I went home after CCA, she acted normal.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with mother tongue today. I finally passed my class test. The first test I passed this year was my &lt;em&gt;Mid-Year-Test?&lt;/em&gt; And, during the Peribahasa test, I really thought I will get lowest in class, but, I got &lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;16 out of 20!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that wa DNT, &lt;em&gt;three periods&lt;/em&gt;. -.-&amp;quot; But, my &lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;DNT teacher was absent. &lt;/span&gt;We went to the DNT room and we were left there, with no teacher. Matthew and some others were playing with the things there and Matthew took the hammer thing and hitting people. The funniest was when he hit Qusy's ass. Cliff was singing and I was laughing at the lyrics. Khairul and Qusy were talking about sparing and dont know what else. At 10 00, the other teacher came and gave us our test. I can swear to you I dont know how to do!&lt;br /&gt;We had PT during CCA and played captain's ball. I didnt really participate much during the  last game, because there were more players. &lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;Part A vs Part B and Part C. &lt;font size="2"&gt;We lost 7-3. Lol, the Part Cs were the life of the game. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;I used to be love drunk, but now Im hungover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hah, addicted to that song, thanks to my brother. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g113/achi_02/untitled-6.jpg" border="0" height="400" width="425"alt="buat kelakar"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-7481641560129903813?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/7481641560129903813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/7481641560129903813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-its-just-bar-fight.html' title='Now its just a bar fight.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-2443475236592126017</id><published>2009-08-12T17:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:34:25.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its like my iPod stuck on replay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;heyho.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorta lazy to post but Asyura ask me to write and so here it is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;hated &lt;/strong&gt;yesterday, it was really &lt;em&gt;embarassing.&lt;/em&gt; For some reasons, &lt;em&gt;I cried&lt;/em&gt;. Thank god Marios and Brent didnt come if not, Marios will call me a cry baby even though it will be the first time he see me cry in three year; and Brent will be making lotsa noise. &lt;em&gt;When in class, the class is more quiter -.-&amp;quot; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BORING! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;So, I faced down and when I heard Matthew whispered &lt;em&gt;sorry&lt;/em&gt;, I looked up and saw two tissue packets and Nakiah was beside me. When I looked around, Khairin showed a paper writing &lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're Sorry!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc99ff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-large"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-large"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #993366"&gt;period&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ff0000"&gt;later&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;I managed to cool down during CME,&lt;/span&gt; we had to be in our groups and &lt;em&gt;Matthew was with us.&lt;/em&gt; Beside us was &lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;Khairin&lt;/span&gt;. Matthew spin a bottle and said things like &amp;quot;&lt;em&gt;Who think Rudran is hot?&amp;quot; &lt;/em&gt;When they spin the bottle and said __________ and everyone was expecting it to be pointing at me as it was affliated to me. Then,&lt;strong&gt;IT STOPPED AT ME.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Everyone laughed like hell and Mr Seet made our group present our presentation first&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;I didnt cry. [!!!!]  &lt;/span&gt;Instead, I threw&lt;em&gt; Poon's &lt;/em&gt;bag at Matthew. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hell yeah am I so aghasted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After NCC, I was&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;span&gt;super&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;span&gt;duper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large"&gt;fatigue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Since we were not up to standard yesterday, we had to do pumping and hentak kaki for dont know how many minutes. When doing pumping, I reflected to what happend during NCC camp so I kept whispering, You did worst than this before, Syaza! I felt &lt;em&gt;sian&lt;/em&gt;, after that. But when I look at my Surgeant's face, I suddenly realise that we were really like (inserts whatever you think we are). During break, they apologised cos __________.  So after break, we buck up. But after break, we only improved abit, and so we had to hentak kaki. Like what my dear &lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;A PC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;em&gt;(assistant platoon commander) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;always say, ENDURE! But after that, they talk to us and it was really like &lt;em&gt;parent-child-bonding&lt;/em&gt; or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n_3MGNVH8qs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n_3MGNVH8qs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I heared Brent singing this during the National Day Celebration when we sang 'Home' and I laughed like crazy. Then Asyura gave me this link and now,Im laughing more crazy. Its a poor thing that Brent is not coming for a week. The whole class miss him, kay, &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-2443475236592126017?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/2443475236592126017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/2443475236592126017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-like-my-ipod-stuck-on-replay.html' title='its like my iPod stuck on replay.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-5087934520052361160</id><published>2009-08-09T15:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:21:19.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it take time to realize that your warmth is crashing down on in.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;argh, screw msn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I found out that Syaza Syazwani is my &lt;i&gt;extreme far cousin&lt;/i&gt;. I wanted to screenshot but im using the laptop and I dont know how to screenshot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syaza Nazeiraah. says:&lt;br /&gt;eh, syaza, you know who Nurul Aqilah bte Zakariah? &lt;br /&gt;pinksyaz says:&lt;br /&gt;ya she my cuz&lt;br /&gt;pinksyaz says:&lt;br /&gt;knp ngan dya&lt;br /&gt;Syaza Nazeiraah. says:&lt;br /&gt;that one also my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;Syaza Nazeiraah. says:&lt;br /&gt;you ask her, my sister fatin.&lt;br /&gt;pinksyaz says:&lt;br /&gt;ahhh serious&lt;br /&gt;Syaza Nazeiraah. says:&lt;br /&gt;she got bro name irfan ehh?&lt;br /&gt;Syaza Nazeiraah. says:&lt;br /&gt;far cousin.&lt;br /&gt;KH^!R1N.......the GREAT says:&lt;br /&gt;korang cousin&lt;br /&gt;KH^!R1N.......the GREAT says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;pinksyaz says:&lt;br /&gt;uhm aqilah tkde bro nama irfan&lt;br /&gt;Akeela // says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;pinksyaz says:&lt;br /&gt;aku ada lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheheheh, cant stop laughing. &lt;b&gt;argh&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;u&gt;i cant login my msn.&lt;/u&gt; if not, i'll be laughing like crazy right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g113/achi_02/hehe.jpg" border="0" height="300" width="320" alt="thanks akila."&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i wonder what matthew was thinking.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g113/achi_02/iii-1.jpg" border="0" height="300" width="320" alt="thanks akila."&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, cliff chow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g113/achi_02/lololol.jpg" border="0" height="320" width="300" alt="thanks akila."&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g113/achi_02/untitled-5.jpg" border="0" height="300" width="320" alt="thanks akila."&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g113/achi_02/loooooooooool.jpg" border="0" height="300" width="320" alt="thanks akila."&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, &lt;b&gt;Happy National Day!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;hehe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;actually, im not related. My sister knew her cousin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-5087934520052361160?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/5087934520052361160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/5087934520052361160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-take-time-to-realize-that-your.html' title='it take time to realize that your warmth is crashing down on in.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-8255068182583172118</id><published>2009-08-07T16:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T18:07:29.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im so glad i found you.</title><content type='html'>Hey. Yesterday, i had my CIP at Sungei Tampines which is next to my house. Me and Eachery planned to go home during the cip but only Eachery did. I stayed at Arnold's and ate french fries. argh, i forgotten to bring my camera, so, I used Akila's. We took lotsa pictures. Since Akila havent upload and Gladys tagged me on facebook, I will post her pictures. All of us didnt exactly clean the place. We started slacking when we reached there. Our plastic is &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g113/achi_02/5640_1060694212263_1673168132_12359.jpg" border="0" alt="gladyzzz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g113/achi_02/5640_1060692652224_1673168132_12358.jpg" border="0" height="320" width="300" alt="Cliff and Ms Kamath"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, Cliff and the &lt;i&gt;shelterless&lt;/i&gt; umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now was the National Day Celebration.Before that, we had a walk around the neigbourhood. They boys were singing and Gladys all were playing songs from their phones. &lt;i&gt;All the small things&lt;/i&gt;. In the hall, Brent was obviously joking around making people laugh. Then, it was the 'Crestians Got Talent' competition. 1/2 was super hyper, voting for Haizal. &lt;i&gt;Azlin had loads of supporters, Haizal rock the guitar, Zhafran &amp; Nazri played lovebug and it was bloody hell nice and Ms Sheilia said that "Nazri has a very very very very very good voice", everyone was 'wow'-ing when Samuel played the piano, Lyn and Hazimah had a great voice and Huzaifah did the moonwalk.&lt;/i&gt; In the end, Huzaifah was in third position, Lyn was in second place and &lt;b&gt;Zhafran and Nazri were in first place&lt;/b&gt;. Jia ling and Asyura managed to take a video. Our class's mascot was a disaster. PLAIN! Our mascot wore his p.e shirt and bermudas only. -.-" &lt;i&gt; We dont plan, &lt;b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;we do&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="350" height="305" id="viddler_de1e0355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.viddler.com/player/de1e0355/" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.viddler.com/player/de1e0355/" width="350" height="305" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="true" name="viddler_de1e0355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, &lt;b&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, NUR SARAHHHH!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-8255068182583172118?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/8255068182583172118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/8255068182583172118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/lovebug-again.html' title='im so glad i found you.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-5629735988739859335</id><published>2009-08-01T19:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T16:16:40.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now i know, how i feel about you now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt84/ohmyasyura/girlsfeatboys.gif"  alt="thanks asyuraa" &gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I keep posting. -.-" My sister, brother and I are online. My mum let us use the laptop, &lt;i&gt;but my sister had to use the com, HAHA!&lt;/i&gt; and all of us spend the whole day on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffffff"&gt;&lt;i&gt;wo tao yan ni, wu chi mu gou, mao yang.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At least im kind ya know. you're not the only one who knows how to talk in another lauguage ya know? thanks asyuraaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks asyura/khairul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffffff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;edited on the day after this post&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;im lucky im in love with my best friend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-5629735988739859335?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/5629735988739859335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/5629735988739859335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/now-i-know-how-i-feel-about-you-now.html' title='now i know, how i feel about you now.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-984293436071332080</id><published>2009-07-31T16:39:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:41:28.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies across this new divide</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i727.photobucket.com/albums/ww274/happy-lab/Coolioeveryone.gif"  alt="thanks asyuraa" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-large"&gt;I GOT OWNED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THANKS ASYURA FOR THE ANIMATIONS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffffff"&gt;Cliff Chow makes the coolest lyrics ever.&lt;br /&gt;It makes you laugh till your stomach hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she say that i was horny and then she go and cut my balls, awaay.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered black dicks, the lightning all around me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are alot more but I forget -.-&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Akila came to my house about minutes ago cos I took her keys. Not exactly, Nakiah took it and she passed it to me. The worst thing was that, there was no one at home. I felt kinda bad but I actually laughed. I bet Nakiah will to if she is reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, while waiting for History Common Test, I stayed in class. There were others too like Cliff and Brent. One of the funniest was when Cliff open the umbrella and I threw water on it and Akila took picture. And Fu Yao was singing &amp;quot;Under my lanjiaobin&amp;quot;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Been here all along, so why cant you see, you belong with &lt;s&gt;me&lt;/s&gt; us.&lt;/b&gt; Asyura, you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting with Syazana(primary sch bestf). &lt;b&gt;DHIYAAA!&lt;/b&gt; Why didnt you tell me were you were meeting Syazana? Miss you people like hell. I suddenly remembered about what crazy things I did in primary school. &lt;span style="color: #ffffff"&gt;I remembered Valente and Haqim dancing the chicken dance during &lt;b&gt;Entertaiment Today with Mrs Bay&lt;/b&gt;, and remembered sharing the same food from the same pot with the same utensils with Dhiya and some other people because the coach said that each group had to be unisex but then, our grp were the only one with girls and boys. -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i727.photobucket.com/albums/ww274/happy-lab/Pillowfighting.gif"  alt="thanks asyuraa" &gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love pillowfights :)&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/7621101123148580890-984293436071332080?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/984293436071332080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/984293436071332080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/cliff-chow-makes-horniest-lyrics-out-of.html' title='Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies across this new divide'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-7070725182895745830</id><published>2009-07-30T16:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T17:37:53.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your faith walks on broken glass and the hangover doesnt pass.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Mix it altogether and you'll get the best of both colours." src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g113/achi_02/untitled-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm loving science. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks to Mr Seet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im loving his lessons. And thats because of the practicals. I like it when we heat acid and all last time. Now, we're doing paper chromatography and so on. But, if I fail, im gonna take whatever I said back. Mr Seet made the remedials after the common test, if before, I think I will get higher because I actually paid attention during remedial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed like crazy for yesterday and today, for the same reason. During maly class, &lt;em&gt;me, Ain, Nakiah, Andi, Syak and Khairin &lt;/em&gt;discussed in a group and kept laughing. But yesterday, it was only me, Asyura, Akila and Nakiah. And Cliff gave us a what-the-face. We told Andi and Ain and they laughed like mad. When malay period nearly ended, Nakiah, Ain and I did a comic strip on the topic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;During PE,&lt;/span&gt; my nose suddenly bled and Kok Xuan was like "&lt;em&gt;you okay not&lt;/em&gt;?" Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During history, we love making fun of the teacher. Last week, I nearly got scolded for laughing. Ms Kahbini kept saying &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Eh brudder, please keep quite!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; For today, we were making names out of people's names when you turn in back. When we did &lt;i&gt;someones&lt;/i&gt;, all of burst in laughter in all sudden and Brent had to stand outside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate my hair, eversince I have to bun it up ever week, it turns curly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; When I told my sister, she was like "&lt;em&gt;Rebond laah&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;em&gt;My sister rebonded her hair&lt;/em&gt;. Im the only one in my house who have straight hair, &lt;strong&gt;natrually&lt;/strong&gt;. But noww,&lt;em&gt; -.-"&lt;/em&gt; And, when I look thru photos when I was small, I had long &lt;b&gt;straight&lt;/b&gt; hair with bangs. I once saw a picture when I was in p1. A picture with my brother. And oh, me and my brother were sooo fair last time. (hahh) Now, wth. I think its because of soccer last year, at Jalan Besar Stadium, when my skin was exposed to the sun, when I was defending the ball. Yeah, I was a defender, Mr Razlee usually choose me and Juzan to be thats why I am always turning darker. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once, I even demanded that I didnt want to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My brother's playing guitar and its making me aghast.&lt;/strong&gt; I only likes it when he ons 21 guns at the player and play the guitar same time together with the song. When he plugs in his amplifier, I will go crazy. Im surprised my bother's a quite fast learner. I played acoustic guitar for 2 years already and Im still considered under average. I forgotten how to play some songs alr. I even forgot the title. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-.-"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;XXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Last week, my brother went to the Liverpool match, eventhough my brother is not really a fan of it. My brother when home and kept on saying, "&lt;em&gt;TORRES HOT SIA&lt;/em&gt;!" It was actually last minute, when it was at my cousin house and he was begging my uncle and my cousin to go with him. In the end, my uncle blanjered them. My brother even said that they chased after them, until they reached the VIP Place at airport or something like that, and said there was lotsa police. &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SnFmQiNnGkI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Ors21cw37zs/s1600-h/torres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364181065422805570" style="WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SnFmQiNnGkI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Ors21cw37zs/s320/torres.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SnFmQwVEw8I/AAAAAAAAAog/oofV3nt1jHc/s1600-h/torres+scores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364181069212206018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SnFmQwVEw8I/AAAAAAAAAog/oofV3nt1jHc/s320/torres+scores.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-7070725182895745830?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/7070725182895745830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/7070725182895745830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-car-you-look-so-fierce-but-i-am_30.html' title='your faith walks on broken glass and the hangover doesnt pass.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SnFmQiNnGkI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Ors21cw37zs/s72-c/torres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-7897805261388784938</id><published>2009-07-28T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:37:52.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>give up the fight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;i swear i have nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;whoaaa, i hate my phone.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: How was the science test?&lt;br /&gt;Eachery: Just now you dont have, our class damn pro siaa. 10 minutes already finish.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Samee. At the bio lab I look here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Eachery: I keep banging my head on the table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trainfire was &lt;i&gt;awesome&lt;/i&gt;. Eventhough at first, I was stuck when stripping the rifle, then Sarah came and helped. My timing was 1 min 32 sec. Thanks to Sarah. Then, we did the 10 cent thing. Nuraini kept saying endure, endure and thanks to her, I made it on my first try. When going back to school, I slept in the bus, me and Shafa occupied three seats. Izaan and Ain were like mother and child. The four of us were sitting at the back, and all of us slept. I woke up halfway when Amirah started singing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, nobody from prcs online on msn. Except for &lt;i&gt;Natalee&lt;/i&gt; -.-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-7897805261388784938?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/7897805261388784938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/7897805261388784938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/give-up-fight.html' title='give up the fight.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-7659972042386224915</id><published>2009-07-18T16:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T16:39:22.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>harry potter and the half blood prince.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SmGJgvv3qsI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/q4JGNwJTpoE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359716227213667010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SmGJgvv3qsI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/q4JGNwJTpoE/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;awesome. apparently, even Tze Sheng was there. I wonder what is going to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;happend to Harry in the next movie because Dumbledore wont be there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z229/Swinging_Sixties/Harry%20Potter%20Half%20Blood%20Prince/HarryPottertheHalfBloodPrince82.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 452px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z229/Swinging_Sixties/Harry%20Potter%20Half%20Blood%20Prince/HarryPottertheHalfBloodPrince82.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I wanna go there! love potion, lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-7659972042386224915?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/7659972042386224915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/7659972042386224915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter-and-half-blood-prince.html' title='harry potter and the half blood prince.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SmGJgvv3qsI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/q4JGNwJTpoE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-7229014790113768762</id><published>2009-07-15T17:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T18:25:37.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry, i forgetten what to say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Hey, &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was &lt;em&gt;okay&lt;/em&gt;. Trust me, my defination of &lt;em&gt;okay&lt;/em&gt; could be anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;During History, I almost got scolded. &lt;em&gt;Why?&lt;/em&gt; I somehow, I immitated the teacher and she went like &lt;em&gt;"Were you trying to copy me?"&lt;/em&gt; I just said no, and she walk off. I am more better behaved in class this term than last term. My side of the class is usually the noisiest. And thats because Brent is there. Today, he was the funniest ever. Everyone laughed their ass out and Brent was the one who got scolded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;During Art, I fought with Marios. (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But no seriously violent and all those crap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;). I always fight with him, but today, it got more worse. I forgetten how it first started, but for me, I always take his pencil case and throw it at him. His reply will always be "eh bitch! Inside got calculator lah!" I managed to grab his bag and pass it on to be at the side of the classroom. The funniest time was when I took his pencil case and Brent all were like "Pass here!" And it will go on and on. I swear that that time, Marios eyes were red! Sometimes, I try to be nice to him. We werent that close last year. We barely know each other eventhough were in the same class. -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358628470895033090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sl2sM_r-OwI/AAAAAAAAAm4/lryWB2Ls1qw/s400/Coralfarewellparty..JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358629374558361090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sl2tBmGGVgI/AAAAAAAAAnA/g0ow5Q4wwtc/s400/Green+and+beige+are+good+friends.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUZANVINAAAAA! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust me, I miss you like hell. Happy Birthday, yo. Oh how I wish we could be in the same school. I miss the time when we goes to school together, goes home together, sit together in class and laughing/making jokes in class with some others.Good luck in your upcoming exams and all, I hope we can still be best friends forever (&lt;em&gt;with Tuti and Syazana&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358630411529469938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sl2t99HRv_I/AAAAAAAAAnI/0GhJ03Sdgm8/s400/DSC00929-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Spotted at Asyura's blog. I havent ready yet. What daaaaa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: Mio TV jams all the time, wth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-7229014790113768762?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/7229014790113768762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/7229014790113768762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorry-i-forgetten-what-to-say.html' title='sorry, i forgetten what to say.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sl2sM_r-OwI/AAAAAAAAAm4/lryWB2Ls1qw/s72-c/Coralfarewellparty..JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-2696268871589587727</id><published>2009-07-13T19:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:34:35.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY HENRY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p208/bucketzofcrazy/harpers_island-show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p208/bucketzofcrazy/harpers_island-show.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, in school, we have been talking about &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HARPERS ISLAND.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;what da helll? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How could Henry be the killer?&lt;/span&gt; He killed his bride-to-be, Trish and his good friends since high school. In the end, Abby and Henry were half siblings. At the last part, it was quite sad when Abby accidentally killed Henry, and he said "&lt;em&gt;I love you&lt;/em&gt;". But, it somehow didnt make sense. How could Henry love his &lt;em&gt;own sister&lt;/em&gt;? And, he wanted to marry Trish because because he wanted Abby to come back. When they were small, Abby said to him that she wanted them to be together forever. But in the end, everything messed up. The cutest couple was the Cal and Chloe. She is like damn fucking pretty. When Chloe got locked, he saved her and he proposed to her after that. After a minute later, Whitfeild came and killed the Cal. When Whitfeild threw him into the river, he looked at Chloe, and Chloe was like "You cant have me" and jumped in the river. Aww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i330.photobucket.com/albums/l409/netino78/random/harpers_island_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 468px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://i330.photobucket.com/albums/l409/netino78/random/harpers_island_big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Chloe when Whitfeild kill Cal&lt;/em&gt;) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is only a 13-part show. So little -.-" I love harpers island man. Especially the last episode!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk153/tonyandsusan98/harpersisland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 625px" alt="" src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk153/tonyandsusan98/harpersisland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv147/PorcelainDollLove/harpers_island_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 486px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px" alt="" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv147/PorcelainDollLove/harpers_island_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-2696268871589587727?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/2696268871589587727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/2696268871589587727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-henry.html' title='WHY HENRY?'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i330.photobucket.com/albums/l409/netino78/random/th_harpers_island_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-1894174452695717756</id><published>2009-07-10T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:46:02.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heartless/.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally, we're done with our malay project. Interviewed Ajitha and Meta :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;On Tuesday, a few days back, I was so lucky that I did not bring my PT Kit or No.4. When I went to school, I saw Vanessa and she said that we have to use No.4. Since my phone was spoil, i was so unupdated. When I look around, I see most NCC-ians also brought. I sighed the whole time, because I havent even fold the uniform yet. During the morning announcement, they announced that they are going to suspend the cca until further notice. *heave a sigh of relieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="240" width="460"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S1ZZreXEqSY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S1ZZreXEqSY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In class, we have been talking about this commercial, we laughed like shit when we talk about it. Brent was immitating the person which make us laugh and caused Mr Seet to scold us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Im gonna miss those times during 10th Anniversary practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-1894174452695717756?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/1894174452695717756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/1894174452695717756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/heartless.html' title='heartless/.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-5483198131499486792</id><published>2009-07-03T09:06:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T10:40:46.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here i am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;TAGBOARD'S BACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;today is the big day. Yesterday's training was okay, until Melvin kissed Jospeh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Atikah: I think you are quite gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Joseph: maybe, abit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;*people around laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Melvin: Then you ehh? You lesbian ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Joseph: *points to me. With her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Atikah: I dare to kiss her, on the cheek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Me: huhh? what the, actually i dont mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Melvin: I dare kiss Joseph. *goes near him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Joseph: ee, not now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;*Melvin kissed. I laughed like mad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;hahahaha, wtf. Yesterday, i felt like killing myself during maths period. my phone on and off by itself and so, it off and on. Since it was not exactly on silent mode, the ringtone when you on the phone(nokia) rang. Whats worse, MS ONG HEARD. I owned up and she gave me one more chance. Since maths was the last period, I went out straight. When I was walking, someone tap me. I felt scared as i thought it was Ms. Ong. Surprisingly, it was Joseph, asking what time the training start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; look through all the pictures and found:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354046158265253250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sk1knS5x_YI/AAAAAAAAAmg/TljJZG9vVCo/s400/IMG_1243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and i miss australiaaa. i want to go to australia and meet them again, and Alya Tilling :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and, oh shit. when my brother plugged in his psp into the laptop, my younger sister dropped it. Suddenly, the whole laptop jam. Waited for it to off it self and kept it. So, no more photoshop? -.-" &lt;em&gt;Haqim/Haiqal, pinjam cd! haha. Their house is just at the opposite block. -.-"&lt;/em&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/7621101123148580890-5483198131499486792?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/5483198131499486792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/5483198131499486792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/here-i-am.html' title='here i am.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sk1knS5x_YI/AAAAAAAAAmg/TljJZG9vVCo/s72-c/IMG_1243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-2077369791468689521</id><published>2009-06-19T14:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T16:31:55.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like ages.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hey. Alot of people have been asking me to post, so here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Surprisingly, I got 24th in class. I actually thought I got 30+? The good thing is that I beat Eachery Primnats, heh, who's the failure noww? lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I must say that the PDS(parade drill &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;) is quite cool. Today was the reheasal. First was the PDS then the Mass Display. Luckily, the choreography for the second song was quite easy. For me, my partner is an NPCC guy. Everytime for the swaying crap thing, I am always rushing and he will always ask me to slow down. During the PDS, me and Atikah were curios because the uniform is blue colour and we thought it is supposed to be No.1. But it it sort of nice. When the MC said, "National Cadet Corps and National Police Cadet Corps", Joseph asked Wei Hao(is it?) How come SJAB all werent in. In real fact, they didnt learn rifle. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;SCIENCE CENTER TRIP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The perfume was abit fun, but the pond thing made my blouse all dirty. The best part was going round with Nak/Asyu/Akeela/Syazana. Took so many pictureee. Lazy to elaborate.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348947384567004914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SjtHTmte_vI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/PWuADoMqTPM/s400/Image1209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348947386727546642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SjtHTuwmPxI/AAAAAAAAAlI/Bs0PdxxzAdc/s400/Image1173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348947381155935730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SjtHTaAONfI/AAAAAAAAAlA/fEwB1ABV-Jw/s400/DSC05365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348947395117179122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SjtHUOA14PI/AAAAAAAAAlg/W-UNrEsbzog/s400/Image1208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last day of NCC Course.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348948580917509682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SjtIZPdq_jI/AAAAAAAAAmI/TWzM18GToBw/s400/Image1152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348948578851811266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SjtIZHxK78I/AAAAAAAAAmA/T_Wcm_p_6hU/s400/Image1167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348948569955644370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SjtIYmoKM9I/AAAAAAAAAl4/ce9kOWH6-2U/s400/Image1166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348948565463990914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SjtIYV5RAoI/AAAAAAAAAlw/OBYSDF73OtE/s400/Image1161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348948560052731362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SjtIYBvHveI/AAAAAAAAAlo/n7WBEBuE58Q/s400/Image1160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;xxx&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348947390410265938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SjtHT8eoFVI/AAAAAAAAAlY/X5ONM7IdfIg/s400/Image1203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED 13TH BIRTHDAY AKILAAA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Someone who always laugh at me and nak's jokes and a friend who always cheer them up. Happy 13th birthday. Hope that you could get better results, a better life(lol) and a longer relationship with &lt;em&gt;ahem&lt;/em&gt;. LOL :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348949593448429010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SjtJULb2tdI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/WJBornBDzR0/s400/SL372296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Belated 13th Birthday TUTIANDREAAAA!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TUTI! omg, I miss you like so much. I miss your smile, dimple, jokes, craziness and more. Hopefully we can gather again and celebrate everyones birthday. ily, imy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh, oh, ASYURA! omg, didnt know your animation was like that too. I swear I didnt know. After I do it, then I saw yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-2077369791468689521?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/2077369791468689521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/2077369791468689521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/like-ages.html' title='like ages.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SjtHTmte_vI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/PWuADoMqTPM/s72-c/Image1209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-1947032129584547986</id><published>2009-06-05T17:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:03:13.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ready, set, go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SijpU-hulRI/AAAAAAAAAjw/R3NrvFD1Foo/s1600-h/Image1109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343777504466212114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SijpU-hulRI/AAAAAAAAAjw/R3NrvFD1Foo/s320/Image1109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hey.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; I feel super duper great today!&lt;/span&gt; Except that today, I had no one to talk to during the outdoor performance thing. And oh, oh, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I found my cable!&lt;/span&gt; YAY! Today, I went to maclab and learn about the pictures thing. Fun. It was sort of boring because only me, Natalee, Jia Ling, Gladys, Kok Xuan, Eachery and Qusyairi went. During outdoor performance, the wether was awesome, Tuesday's was like an oven! The heartshape turn from an &lt;em&gt;ugly-heartshape-lol&lt;/em&gt; to a &lt;em&gt;pretty-looking-heartshape&lt;/em&gt;. I will only be uploading the NCC course pictures and today pictures. Lazy to put in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;NCC ELECTRICAL COURSE&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343777496566143762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SijpUhGNGxI/AAAAAAAAAjo/WNDY_J8REmg/s320/Image1102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343777493954964850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SijpUXXprXI/AAAAAAAAAjg/oCRCVe_FTgc/s320/Image1103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343777487275523794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SijrTiekSoI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/il5ndUxEz94/s320/Image1118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343779684072570146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SijrT2MYPSI/AAAAAAAAAkY/uNxK0kl9Jrk/s320/Image1114.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MACLAB!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343781100241550498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SijsmR1X_KI/AAAAAAAAAkw/X2emLrXMHjo/s320/Image1128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343781099513555810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SijsmPHzq2I/AAAAAAAAAko/Sdif41V8gZ0/s320/Image1130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343781092002975522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SijslzJJTyI/AAAAAAAAAkg/cLcPNJ1Ds9w/s320/Image1129.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SijsxcwlvoI/AAAAAAAAAk4/5QiO6WRYAEw/s1600-h/Image1131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343781292152831618" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SijsxcwlvoI/AAAAAAAAAk4/5QiO6WRYAEw/s400/Image1131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-1947032129584547986?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/1947032129584547986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/1947032129584547986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/ready-set-go.html' title='ready, set, go.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SijpU-hulRI/AAAAAAAAAjw/R3NrvFD1Foo/s72-c/Image1109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-8921183886922842403</id><published>2009-06-04T18:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:54:23.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stfu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOW CAN TODAY GET ANYWORSE?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*pulls hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First,&lt;/strong&gt; Im bloody fucking fatigue during the 10th Anniversary thing because today morning I had a NCC Course near Somerset MRT. So today was &lt;em&gt;oh-so-quiet&lt;/em&gt; then, I overheard something that made me&lt;strong&gt; more&lt;/strong&gt; quiet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second,&lt;/strong&gt; In the MRT on the way to &lt;em&gt;Somerset MRT station&lt;/em&gt;, everyone was looking at us like we were some kind of alien. Havent you guys saw a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; girl&lt;/span&gt; in an &lt;strong&gt;NCC UNIFORMM&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOST MY PHONE CABLE!&lt;/span&gt; I got so many pictures. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Use your hand campaign/Visit to coral/Just now picture in MRT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOSHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four,&lt;/strong&gt; I didnt went for the ICT cos of ncc. I saw Akilas picture and I was like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAMN IT, SUCKAAAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;zxzxzxzx.&lt;/em&gt; During outdoor performance,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;I dance like a fool.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;like i give a shit&lt;/em&gt;, lol, jk. But after the break, &lt;em&gt;I was charged.&lt;/em&gt; So well, I dance somehow properly because &lt;em&gt;Dr Ong&lt;/em&gt; was there and there was a camera. -.-" Then well, I heard &lt;em&gt;something &lt;/em&gt;and thats also why my eyes kept facing down rather than at &lt;em&gt;faces&lt;/em&gt; around me. I only told Atikah and Hatziqah. So well, took 358 home. Took 359 and took a whole ride so that it will stop without crossing the road to go home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My mom and dad is gonna go Malaysia tomorrow and im guessing home is gonna get more chaotic with my maid, I bet I can really slap her face one day. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HANNAH MONTANA THE MOVIE! :) I&lt;/span&gt; wanna watch. Iza'an watched it already and she said that it was awesomeeee.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 498px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i364.photobucket.com/albums/oo90/jojonmo/Hannah%20Montana/Hannah-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;or maybe even, night at the museum 2.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343416772353243586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SiehPmr6ucI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/XusgXtkrcvI/s320/night_at_the_museum_2_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;god, i swear i really hate my younger sis sometimes. she played my bloody facebook like its her account. and when she never get it, she'll cry. shes like asking me to bathe for her when she is already 6 and she'll be in primary 1 next year. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;biatccccccccch.&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/7621101123148580890-8921183886922842403?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/8921183886922842403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/8921183886922842403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/stfu.html' title='stfu.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i364.photobucket.com/albums/oo90/jojonmo/Hannah%20Montana/th_Hannah-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-1126736316887284761</id><published>2009-06-02T10:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:29:17.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whaaat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello ladies/gentleman/vampires/children.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I know its like a bloody long time since I ever posted. My modem is finally fixed. yay. I dont really have nothing much to do this holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My to-do lists :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt; - Go for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10th Anniversary training&lt;/span&gt;. Thank god Im beside funny people from the boys brigade like &lt;em&gt;Melvin and Joseph&lt;/em&gt;. And luckily too, &lt;em&gt;A'tikah&lt;/em&gt; is beside me (: They keep changing the steps which makes everyone confused, okay, majority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#2&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;NCC Electrical course&lt;/span&gt;. This Thursday and next Thursday. I need to go all the way to Somerset, god knows where is it. *__________*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#3&lt;/span&gt; - Science Centre. Learning about perfume with 1/3 (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#4&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SEND SYAZA SYAZWANI!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;she's gonna leave soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#5&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;em&gt;study, blog, slack.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what shit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#6&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEW MOON! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HEHEHEHE, new moon's coming. I dont really like New Moon actually. WHY? Because EDWARD LEFT BELLA. The best is Breaking Dawn. I read it twice, more than 700 pages! I dont know whether its the same as yours, I bought my book from Australia and when I compare with Singapores, its much thicker. Oh, thanks Ateekat for the video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/78vIchP9u9I&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/78vIchP9u9I&amp;border=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342551531732455106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SiSOT-MhzsI/AAAAAAAAAjI/iQuJxpimNs4/s400/heyheyhey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:) :) Thanks Akila for the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There's training later. *sighs*&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/7621101123148580890-1126736316887284761?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/1126736316887284761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/1126736316887284761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/whaaat.html' title='whaaat?'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SiSOT-MhzsI/AAAAAAAAAjI/iQuJxpimNs4/s72-c/heyheyhey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-3546343849809543530</id><published>2009-05-20T18:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:14:56.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bombdynamite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bombdynamite.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;http://bombdynamite.livejournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bombdynamite.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;http://bombdynamite.livejournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bombdynamite.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;http://bombdynamite.livejournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bombdynamite.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;http://bombdynamite.livejournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bombdynamite.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;http://bombdynamite.livejournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bombdynamite.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;http://bombdynamite.livejournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bombdynamite.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;http://bombdynamite.livejournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bombdynamite.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;http://bombdynamite.livejournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bombdynamite.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;http://bombdynamite.livejournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bombdynamite.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;http://bombdynamite.livejournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;idk why im so addicted to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;still be updating this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-3546343849809543530?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/3546343849809543530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/3546343849809543530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/bombdynamite.html' title='bombdynamite'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-7666047988634811491</id><published>2009-05-15T13:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T18:18:50.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photoshop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;YAY, EXAMS ARE OVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. Im super duper hyper idk why. okay well, me and Asyura photoshoped and Asyura got this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335915775656874402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sgz7IIduUaI/AAAAAAAAAiY/0jZbhVS5dtE/s400/000042ap.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mine's a disaster.&lt;/em&gt; At my livejournal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The picture here is during the jingles thing. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cool right?&lt;/span&gt; HEHEHEHEHEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bought jagabee yesterday. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ate, shared, finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335917318990710770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sgz8h91Lx_I/AAAAAAAAAio/iq19MgnuTCE/s320/Image971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335917319424336898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sgz8h_ckZAI/AAAAAAAAAig/dfIdLiswgPI/s320/Image970.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, went home by bus. Stop at interchange. Walked with Aqilah/Asyura/Aleena/Syazana. Walked and I saw a sign writing &lt;strong&gt;'Cup Walker'&lt;/strong&gt; I walked here and there to find it, and they were like "Where are you going?" I ran to the Mr Bean shop, and finally, its there! The other girls notice I was there, and so they went there too to buy. Super niceeeeeee. yay, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THERE'S CUP WALKER AT WHITE SANDS! &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335920044997736434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sgz_Ao_59_I/AAAAAAAAAiw/SadifkLueBM/s320/Image984.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335924573273286194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sg0DIOI7ZjI/AAAAAAAAAi4/fFItEf96oeM/s200/26122008036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cool right? HEHEHEHHEHEHE. My cousin's at number 6. Sis at number 4. Auntie at number 3. I remember once, my sis played like crazyy. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Look at this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sg1A8AE32AI/AAAAAAAAAjA/zOtZEqqFkZ8/s1600-h/1234.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sg1A8AE32AI/AAAAAAAAAjA/zOtZEqqFkZ8/s1600-h/1234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335992533060671490" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sg1A8AE32AI/AAAAAAAAAjA/zOtZEqqFkZ8/s400/1234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-7666047988634811491?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/7666047988634811491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/7666047988634811491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/photoshop.html' title='photoshop.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sgz7IIduUaI/AAAAAAAAAiY/0jZbhVS5dtE/s72-c/000042ap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-4935299265813936960</id><published>2009-05-13T13:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T13:35:39.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roxyyyyyyyy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Whoa.oh.i.am.super.fatigue.zomg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am super tired.&lt;/span&gt; Exams are killing me. &lt;em&gt;Syaza, endure two more dayz.&lt;/em&gt; Lol. Yesterday, science was okay, but if a person really study it, it will be darn easy, trust me. So today, english was okay, except summary, i had to rush. Home Economic, well, i dont know how to define it. Its okaay.. Hah. For the first time, i complete the paper before Natalee. Its so crazy, when Im 20 more minutes till I finish the paper, Natalee would be resting already. zzz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I searched for Roxy Backpacks yesterday. All of them are super nice. My pencilcase/wallet is already Roxy and I want a Roxy bag. I only have two bagpacks. GAH. Im nice :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335175126242205762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SgpZgqYqoEI/AAAAAAAAAhw/l8ayl-MY-18/s320/roxyyyyyyyyyy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335175120342187090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SgpZgUZ_fFI/AAAAAAAAAho/U6AtzZmnsDQ/s320/989898988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When searching, I saw this cute one :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335175123934690850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SgpZghygviI/AAAAAAAAAh4/87Uz5HS5eiA/s320/8456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stop Global Warming mann. Today, I had an intention to walk home but the whether was awfully hot. omgzx. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335177196981464466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SgpbZMfYLZI/AAAAAAAAAiI/uN9Mp-zoZNU/s320/Image8221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335177189397514818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SgpbYwPOSkI/AAAAAAAAAiA/TgEFG2-vdqE/s320/Image7641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I forgot that I own you guys pictaaaaaaaaaaas.&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/7621101123148580890-4935299265813936960?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/4935299265813936960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/4935299265813936960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/roxyyyyyyyy.html' title='Roxyyyyyyyy.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SgpZgqYqoEI/AAAAAAAAAhw/l8ayl-MY-18/s72-c/roxyyyyyyyyyy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-4848002638513571132</id><published>2009-05-11T12:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:13:36.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wowowowow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SgfBwpJCDsI/AAAAAAAAAhg/dCTehiaF4iE/s1600-h/SL371381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334445325065260738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SgfBwpJCDsI/AAAAAAAAAhg/dCTehiaF4iE/s320/SL371381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AUNT MYRA GAVE MUMMY ROYAL DOULTEN PLATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SgfBTFj0F2I/AAAAAAAAAhY/hn4AI5Pvr0k/s1600-h/04042007334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334444817297708898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SgfBTFj0F2I/AAAAAAAAAhY/hn4AI5Pvr0k/s320/04042007334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334430709555179442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sge0d6H4r7I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/SKrAq0piWx0/s320/SL370383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;MOTHERS DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Syurga di tapak kaki ibu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, quite alot of fun. On the eve of it, I went to my grandmum's house to celebrate with my other cousins. My grandmother recite the 'Doa Selamat' for all of my aunties. Its been since a looong time since we ever gathered. After that, we ate. After eating, me/sis/kak hazirah played word challenge. Thanks to Kak Hazirah, i beat my sister. hah. Thanks to Hannah also, she was like a third lifeline. Before that, we played hotel 626. IT WAS AWESOMEEEEEE. The taking picture part was super scary. Then &lt;em&gt;Abg Hisham/Luqman/AbdulRahman/Kak Hanis/Kak Azleen&lt;/em&gt; went out to take the pizza and sent kak Hanis to Pasir Ris because she had a band bbq since they're in JC already. t 10.30, they came back and I ate, alot. Watched manjalara with all the girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;On official day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Went breakfast with family and my mum's mum which is my grandmum :) Saw Azila there, heheheheeh. After that, went to expo, then to Isetan to buy my mum's Royal Albert. My mum bought alot, and the lady there who is my mum's friend gave my mum one which is quite rare. They started hugging and said 'Happy mother's day! :)' After that, went to Wheelock to buy my brother's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bloody crumpler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, bloody. He picked &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;! Im jealous, obviously. Even Abg Hisham knows how desperate I am for a crumpler, but well, I dont care that much alr.&lt;em&gt; zzz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;my sis made me and Maryam cryyyyyy. Without touching/raising her voice! Amazing kan? A good motivational speaker, lolzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oh, moved to lj, somehow and still using my agonyof joy! &lt;a href="http://bombdynamite.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://bombdynamite.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-4848002638513571132?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/4848002638513571132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/4848002638513571132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/wowowowow.html' title='wowowowow.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SgfBwpJCDsI/AAAAAAAAAhg/dCTehiaF4iE/s72-c/SL371381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-4917623525566118442</id><published>2009-04-30T18:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:18:52.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>word challenge.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="heehehe" src="http://i485.photobucket.com/albums/rr220/Vilches-UC/WordChallengeJPG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;EXAMS ARE COMING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;bye. hahaha. finally, once, i paid attention during in science class and i finally understand it. yay. oh, the word challenge game is cooooool. Expand your vocab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;bloody suspension. gah. i wanna prove to mystery-zal i could do it.  gah, faggot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-4917623525566118442?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/4917623525566118442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/4917623525566118442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/word-challenge.html' title='word challenge.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-7868362492077740053</id><published>2009-04-24T17:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:08:55.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because i roar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HEY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So this week, it was Andi's birthday on Tuesday. We were told to come in the morning. So, when I wanted to go out, it suddenly started to rain cats and dogs, what worse is that the thunder's super scary. So, my dad actually send me. He sent my brother first because his school is nearer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I reach school, they were a little people in class. -.-" 5 minutes later, Jia Ling came with the cake. The cake's flavour was chocolate with white icing which wrote "Happy Birthday Andi." Celebrated his birthday during recess, and had a birthday bashhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SfGDI9ouM3I/AAAAAAAAAfw/2TGdbd2Nb6U/s1600-h/Image636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328184024163562354" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SfGDI9ouM3I/AAAAAAAAAfw/2TGdbd2Nb6U/s200/Image636.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SfGDJOjQ1zI/AAAAAAAAAf4/MlckzXFwWEU/s1600-h/Image638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328184028704069426" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SfGDJOjQ1zI/AAAAAAAAAf4/MlckzXFwWEU/s200/Image638.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On the same day, the deltas step down. Aisyah didnt come and we cried on the phone. We had the Parade thing. We kept running here and there. The coolest was from the DNT block to the carpark. Look like we were going to war. With our green uniform and all. After that, there was a cake, pizza and lots more. I wanted to take picture but phone battery was flat! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I will miss the Deltas alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I met up with Tuti/Juzan yesterday. I miss them like hell siaa! I didnt take any pictures, we were like walking here and there and met alot people like Zhi Zheng/Sheryl/Deah/Nabilah/Shafiq/Farah. Roarr, Mr Razlee still havent blanje swensens. gahhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today. Day out with Nakiah/Sarah/Atiqah/Zayanah/Christine/Alisya/Christine. Had fun, first trip with Nakiahnakiahnakiah. lol. I ended up walking home. Yay, save money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SfGFhy3tA4I/AAAAAAAAAgA/bzi-b7AQrew/s1600-h/Image640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328186649793594242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SfGFhy3tA4I/AAAAAAAAAgA/bzi-b7AQrew/s200/Image640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SfGFiBVy7-I/AAAAAAAAAgI/RXNmMe6GMEI/s1600-h/Image644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328186653677907938" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SfGFiBVy7-I/AAAAAAAAAgI/RXNmMe6GMEI/s200/Image644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SfGFif4AzOI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/euTUeE9eclE/s1600-h/Image649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328186661874486498" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SfGFif4AzOI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/euTUeE9eclE/s200/Image649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SfGFikcOWvI/AAAAAAAAAgY/lO_d84iRGmU/s1600-h/Image646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328186663100111602" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SfGFikcOWvI/AAAAAAAAAgY/lO_d84iRGmU/s200/Image646.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SfGFijKhw0I/AAAAAAAAAgg/Pal7tIq4PWM/s1600-h/Image642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328186662757450562" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SfGFijKhw0I/AAAAAAAAAgg/Pal7tIq4PWM/s200/Image642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY ANDI/ALEENA/DHIYA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;2008 memories.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328444968896544338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SfJwd8hLvlI/AAAAAAAAAhA/YSmrNvv-wIQ/s320/SL370307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i miss you girls alot, not like &lt;em&gt;Dhiya&lt;/em&gt;. lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-7868362492077740053?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/7868362492077740053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/7868362492077740053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/because-i-roar.html' title='because i roar.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SfGDI9ouM3I/AAAAAAAAAfw/2TGdbd2Nb6U/s72-c/Image636.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-2304950878921945708</id><published>2009-04-20T16:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T09:43:19.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHAHA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dont know why, but I cant wait for October, seriously.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I swear im gonna ask Wini to plan a class outing. Me/Jane's birthday. I miss her alot man. October, Claire and someone's birthday, I think its Kok Xuan. &lt;em&gt;If im born on day late, I will have the same birthdate as Naqib/Zaharah/Zac Efron.&lt;/em&gt; hahaha. 17 is a nice number anw. &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh, talking about birthday, Andi said his birthday is this week. I told him I want to give him birthday bash but he was like "Come ah!" :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOME ECONOMIC TEST.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I made yakiniku.And it was like damn long la! After cooking I served first, then cleanup. I had extra stuff to clean, should bring cooked rice, &lt;em&gt;argh&lt;/em&gt;. I swear that was my time cooking rice. I was asking Nakiah/Syazana for help. When Ms Siti was taking pictures, I was like washing my stuff. After home economic was malay, and after malay is assembly. When we went back to class, Ping Yuan said Ms Siti's class must stay back because we did not clean the place up. So, when we went there, Gladys were walking back and she said that Ms Siti will be minusing or marks, and so we dont need to clean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328438426652156562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SfJqhIwkopI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Sxpz8cBxtVA/s400/DSC00730%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haha, found this on Sarah's blog. Zay's birthday bas. lolssss.&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/7621101123148580890-2304950878921945708?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/2304950878921945708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/2304950878921945708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/hahahaha.html' title='HAHAHAHA!'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SfJqhIwkopI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Sxpz8cBxtVA/s72-c/DSC00730%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-3690380075612910384</id><published>2009-04-19T14:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T15:07:26.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guilty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #c0c0c0;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;IM SORRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;people, im really, really sorry. I guess that what I did is like really really wtf. I apologise, seriously. I guess its really rude and I apologise. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-3690380075612910384?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/3690380075612910384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/3690380075612910384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/people-im-sorry.html' title='guilty.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-6291148812419355911</id><published>2009-04-18T09:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T15:07:40.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahaha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow.Don't walk behind me, I may not lead.Just walk beside me and be my friend&lt;/em&gt;.-- Albert Camus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hey people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, yesterday was the affirmation ceremony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before the ceremony, we had a rehearsal. As I was infront, I saw the &lt;em&gt;netball&lt;/em&gt; girls and the volleyball guys and &lt;strong&gt;table tennis&lt;/strong&gt; people running! :) Hah, Nabila cute sia. The ceremony only took about &lt;em&gt;10 minutes.&lt;/em&gt; And we got &lt;em&gt;goody bags&lt;/em&gt; from the hq, which included a &lt;em&gt;NCC Bottle&lt;/em&gt;, A &lt;em&gt;NCC file&lt;/em&gt; and two &lt;em&gt;booklets.&lt;/em&gt; After the ceremony, we continued with the training. &lt;strong&gt;Radiah was happy&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;yay&lt;/em&gt;! After that, there was a kind of parade, because the Part Ds are gonna step down! D: The Part Cs are nice! E.g: &lt;em&gt;Fateha, Nuraini, Shahirah.&lt;/em&gt; The whole NCC unit were marching together, hah. After that, we bersurai together. Damn those people infront, they were'nt moving! hah. Met &lt;strong&gt;Asyura&lt;/strong&gt; at the &lt;em&gt;bus stop&lt;/em&gt;. She looked kinda sad.. Went home and met &lt;em&gt;Tze Sheng/Eachery&lt;/em&gt; at interchange. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;I DELETED THIS PART&lt;/strong&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;Im so sorry if I wrote it, really, very. Because I swear I didnt meant it. &lt;strong&gt;Seriously.&lt;/strong&gt; SERIOUSLY. &lt;strong&gt;I apologise.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325848140434243970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sek2qopCAYI/AAAAAAAAAfo/tRSNvKR03Js/s320/Image617.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;ALPHAAAAA!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-6291148812419355911?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/6291148812419355911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/6291148812419355911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/hahaha.html' title='hahaha.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sek2qopCAYI/AAAAAAAAAfo/tRSNvKR03Js/s72-c/Image617.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-8930912435021539989</id><published>2009-04-13T15:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T17:37:42.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you spin my head right round.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;RAWR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Idk why I kept saying that this days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;PROM&lt;/s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPEECHDAY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Speech day rocks. The sec 4s were oh-so-funneh. The guest-of-honour was super funny. He told us some motivational jokes which made us burst into laughters. The choir was the best. &lt;em&gt;Dare to dream&lt;/em&gt;. During the high pitch part, the seniors were like " I BELIEVEEEEEEEE" When next chorus, one person shouted "I BELIEVE!" I laughed like mad. Lucky, around me were funny people. 1/5 and 1/6. 1/6 sponsored the sweets, hah, lol. When it was over, we were suppose to go to 3rd follow and go down to the back gate. But, Mr Ng was outside and he was like " &lt;em&gt;Quickly go down (hall staircase&lt;/em&gt;)" Me and Syaza Syazwani were like "&lt;em&gt;but.."&lt;/em&gt; Then he said" &lt;em&gt;go down&lt;/em&gt;." So yea, we hecked care and met Eli downstairs. The place was like PROM SIA! The teachers had a special table. WOW, fuckin cool. Managed to take some pictures but then, my phone battery when FLAT! &lt;strong&gt;It ended like 8.10 pm plus? HAHAHAHA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324082916468227826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SeLxNE7QfvI/AAAAAAAAAfg/ENhZ7ulxX0E/s400/Image577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324082918808508466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SeLxNNpOWDI/AAAAAAAAAfY/xUr83oP-z7s/s400/Image575.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I dont know them, I was taking picture, then they were there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;TODAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I dont know how to begin with.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I DONT KNOW HOW TO DO THE LITERETURE PAPER!&lt;/span&gt; Syaza Syazwani had a nightmare. 4/5 switched with 1/5. LOL! okay, so today there is home economic practical. Mine was salty. Nakiah and Gladys's were zzzz. When me and Syazana were done, they were still doing the egg. So, I helped them; but I put extra salt. HAHAHAHA! I love Mondays. So little subject. There is NCC tomorrow, &lt;em&gt;yay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;OH, SORRY IZA'AN! D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-8930912435021539989?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/8930912435021539989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/8930912435021539989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-spin-my-head-right-round.html' title='you spin my head right round.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SeLxNE7QfvI/AAAAAAAAAfg/ENhZ7ulxX0E/s72-c/Image577.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-1318580872552121551</id><published>2009-04-09T08:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T15:07:52.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zayyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322487116628782898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sd1F1TRAbzI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Vr0Cam1nqd0/s400/DSC02684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know its like super late, but,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED 13TH BDAY, ZAYANAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hahaha. its like a week ago, sorry, i had no time to update. so yeah, have fun enjoying yourself as a teenager! :) Your birthday bash was awesome, HAHAHA! Hopefully, you can get great marks for exams. &lt;strong&gt;duh, express student &lt;em&gt;hello&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; hah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sigh, now, my cousins are back in Australia. i wanna post pictures when we went out the whole day, without parents to sentosa/vivo city/cityhall/esplanade. Coool or what? Okay, so, majority of students are in school today, but not mine, today is speech day. Im an audience, so i will go for the speech day. Hahahaha. I woke up early today because my bro asked me to print something. Gosh, i miss my phone. Thanks to my brother, he lend me his N73. &lt;strong&gt;Oh, yay, I finally skipped madrasah!&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322492068151360994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sd1KVhH-_eI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/okw_Mzb44is/s400/SL373923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322489758164274994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sd1IPDwJTzI/AAAAAAAAAeo/7cPHaf8tRZI/s400/SL373953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322489754696186290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sd1IO21SebI/AAAAAAAAAeg/hV0CIaM6gVU/s400/SL374045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322489750440653570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sd1IOm-sMwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/abNSvG9yjXE/s400/SL374005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322489762918012946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sd1IPVdhmBI/AAAAAAAAAew/P-dCPNZ5FU4/s400/SL373994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I found some pictures at Juzan's friendster, and found some picture on my computer. I miss coral.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322491089293372386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sd1JcimDa-I/AAAAAAAAAfI/6lebervlHBY/s400/SL372296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322491087769402466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sd1Jcc6tfGI/AAAAAAAAAe4/pJr6enEr4DE/s400/1_614969417l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322491091103455698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sd1JcpVnGdI/AAAAAAAAAfA/SwtH5T51EwU/s400/110px-Are-you-ready-4174.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FORGIVEN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-1318580872552121551?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/1318580872552121551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/1318580872552121551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/yoyoyoyo.html' title='zayyy'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/Sd1F1TRAbzI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Vr0Cam1nqd0/s72-c/DSC02684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621101123148580890.post-8543210473861647913</id><published>2009-04-03T16:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T15:08:58.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I started on private blogging. its cool :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;talk about people, haha. talk, not gossip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Something miserable happend today but it was somehow, solved. lol. sigh. Heh, had no mood today. Alot of people have been using facebook instead of friendster. I havent been using mine since around last year? I dont get how to use it! -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I seriously feel like crying seh. thanks for making my life worse. &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;You &lt;/span&gt;make people your pet. Who you think you are? what da fuck. now, most people hates you! what? you can live your own life? Lets see that.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=":)" src="http://gickr.com/results/anim_21dfd0fb-3f4f-6334-d1ae-2fa29782930f.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621101123148580890-8543210473861647913?l=patrontequilaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/8543210473861647913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621101123148580890/posts/default/8543210473861647913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrontequilaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-life.html' title='this is life.'/><author><name>Syaza Nazeirahz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yRB65FD1A/SvpzeX06VSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1IfPbRINkJ0/S220/IMG0013.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
