<?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-26165206</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:05:52.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cause she's bittersweet ;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-116403592930614098</id><published>2006-11-20T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T07:18:49.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am closing this thing already. bye all.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to those who blamed me for everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-116403592930614098?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/116403592930614098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=116403592930614098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116403592930614098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116403592930614098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/11/am-closing-this-thing-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-116392946909379332</id><published>2006-11-19T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T01:44:31.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>meihao,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop asking vincent why i'm angry with you already. you don't even know for yourself why i'm angry with you. have you ever thought on what you said last night? how can you just say such things? i know you meant it as a joke, but wtf, it is not funny. and you just laughed everything off so that is why you didn't know why i was angry with you. how can you joke when you say such things? it was really impulsive of you just to shoot your mouth like that. and when you know the real reason why i'm angry with you, give me a call. i don't feel like explaining to you why i am angry and what did you say which resulted me in being angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for goodness sake, where got people say sorry and then say "there, i say it already". you don't even sound a little bit sincere so why should i forgive you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vincent&amp;francesca,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it already okay? there is absolutely no point fighting/arguing over this. you can't stop one from copying another in this world so why bother wasting your time over this? i got copy the both of you before also what so you're telling me you are going to find something to argue with me also? let the matter rest already, and go worry on more important things like that audrey/vera thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liyana,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the both of us is at fault yeah? let's don't bring up the matter anymore. and you don't have to say sorry to them because you are not at fault. i copied you before, i copied vincent before, i copied francesca before but hey, tell me who in this world never copy another person? this is a stupid matter to fight about and don't dwell on it already. i promise not to put any pictures that you look stupid in anymore unless i have your permission to do so okay? and i'm sorry. my friends shouldn't have said all those mean things to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one lesson to be learnt today- &lt;strong&gt;"don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got this off shariffah's msn nick (thanks eh) and i think this phrase has a really good meaning. why let something small like this affect us? and this friendship means so much more rather than a silly copy-ing of each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-116392946909379332?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/116392946909379332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=116392946909379332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116392946909379332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116392946909379332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/11/meihao-stop-asking-vincent-why-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-116388257537387324</id><published>2006-11-19T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T12:42:55.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just to clarify things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not angry with you liyana. i don't mind the picture already. let the world see and let them laugh or smile or talk about it or anything. don't take it off, i forbid you to do that. and i want to say sorry on behalf of francesca/vincent/meihao. i guess things got a little out of hand huh? don't take it to personally, they have nothing against you, really. anybody would be frustrated if they find out someone copies them or something (who wouldn't?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to meihao. i got really offended by what you said. you really shouldn't have just shoot your mouth like that. you need to think twice before you say something and make sure the person you said it to will not get offended. i don't think it was a slip of your tongue cause it certainly wasn't and i'm really hurt that you will say such things. you said it yourself that you have become bitchier since knowing vincent&amp;francesca (no, i am not saying they are a bad influence), but what you said was really mean. you didn't bitch like that before nor did you say mean things like that before. i hope you realized this because this is certainly not something to be laughing about. and i could sense that your apology to me wasn't sincere. how can you laugh when you are saying sorry? and for the record, when you said i was emo-ing, that was the one thing that really pissed me off and hurts me cause i definitely wasn't emo-ing. i was frustrated with you for saying all those stuffs and you just laughed it off, saying it was a joke. and it is not funny already that you keep making jokes about my little sister. i don't say stuffs about your sister do i? this hurts a lot okay, and i have to get this off my chest cause i can't keep quiet about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one lesson to be learnt today- &lt;strong&gt;"copying is a form of flattery"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when someone copies you, don't get mad. instead, be happy that they copied you because it only means that they envy you for your personal sense of style and originality. and nothing can stop one from copying another person, so why bother getting mad over such things already?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-116388257537387324?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/116388257537387324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=116388257537387324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116388257537387324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116388257537387324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-to-clarify-things-im-not-angry.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-116386632510599876</id><published>2006-11-19T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T08:23:49.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't know whether i should get mad but i'm starting to get irritated by the fact that my baby picture is up there in your blog without my permission. is this what you call a joke or is that picture up to humiliate me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fyi, i didn't bitch about you with my other friends but i'm just sort of frustrated. i only told them about my frustration with the picture and it is twinny and cesca who is angry with you for copying them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-116386632510599876?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/116386632510599876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=116386632510599876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116386632510599876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116386632510599876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dont-know-whether-i-should-get-mad.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-116375941588476322</id><published>2006-11-17T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:30:18.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been really, really busy + lazy to update cause i've been going out almost every day and coming home late and by then, i will be tired to update already. anyway, since i've been getting constant reminders to go update (thanks eh to those who continuously pester me, lol!), i shall update ((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/1600/step%20up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/320/step%20up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i caught step up on tuesday with fatin, nabila, nick, danial and hariz. the show was really, really nice + super fantastic and you all MUST go see it! i think it is one of the nicest movie i have seen so far during this holiday, except the covenant of course! the show was really touching and funny and it teaches us to go for our dreams and never give up. and i'm inspired to go dance like them - i think every single person who watches this show will suddenly feel like dancing. haha. oh by the way, thanks nick for treating us to the movies. that was really nice of you! anyway, we played arcade before watching the movie and i pretty much sucked. lol. danial won something from the stacker game and when he was asked to choose his prize, he didn't know what he should press and he ended up getting a discman when he could have gotten a n73 instead cause it was one of the prizes! damn wasted mannnn. not to forget, during the part when skinny died, i started crying! hahaha. i don't know why, but everything happened so suddenly and he died just like that and it was so sad luhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after the movie, we walked around plaza singapura and then the girls went off to dine at pizza hut while the guys went off to eat at kopitiam. met up with the guys after that and we went home. i had a nice time with them and we should go out again this holidays, okay? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09661copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girlfriends day out on wednesday! (: met up with azreen and liyana at hougang mrt at around 1 something or was it close to 2 already? i was late (as usual) but you can't blame me cause it was raining cats and dogs and i didn't want to get wet (who does?) !!! we headed off to vivo first but it was really boring there. i think there is nothing interesting about vivo except for that line of shops where forever21, zara, mango and topshop all is. the place was crowded too and i wasn't in my best mood to go find myself a top so i didn't get one in the end. ))))): we wanted to find a place to eat but vivo sucks cause there are no nice restaurants there to dine at except secret recipe and swensens and their fast food all pretty much sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we decided go eat pizza hut so off to suntec we went.we got a little lost there but managed to find the place eventually. the pizza hut at suntec was so pretttttttty, i think i am going to eat there more often. and the best thing about it was that the restaurant was so empty except for two other customers so we practically had the whole place to ourselves. i think we were the noisiest bunch there. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ordered some huge family meal thingy and we ended up not finishing them. cam-whored like crazy, what do you expect when there are three girls and a camera? lol. we gossiped and chatted and talked about anything under the sun and laughed at almost every single thing. so funnnnnnnnnnn! we must do it more often! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around for a while at suntec &amp; marina square after that and headed home. azreen got herself an elephant keychain while me and liyana got ourself matching necklaces. we stopped by hougang mall cause i wanted to get my diamond hairband but gahhhhhhh, they were sold out by then. i'm so going back to plaza singapura to get it! azreen and liyana went off soon after and i waited for meihao to come. i accompanied her to eat her dinner and we went off to compass point after that cause i need to get some stuffs. walked around for a little while and back home we went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, i had a really nice time with girlfriends that day, it has been a while since we last went out. we must, MUST go out again this holidays okay! still have so many days to come. and don't forget our wild wild wet outing together, yayyyyyyyyyyyy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case, pictures are up! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09595copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lollllllll. liyana putting on her necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09596copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still not done yet, hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09597copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay done! haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09598copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha! i kept laughing at the picture. liyana look hilarious luhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09600copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09602copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azreen, my nenek! she was adjusting her dress's belt and liyana said she looked like a monkey (not me!) and we all started laughing. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09605copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwwwww, pretty girlfriends &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09608copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liyana is pointing to some hot ah pek she just saw, LOLLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09612copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09616copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVES &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09617copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azreen and me, nenek and makcik ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09619copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azreen&lt;em&gt; gile&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;lahhhhh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09623copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09624copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while they were eating, yummmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09626copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fighting using the pizza thingy, hahaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09629copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liyana feeding azreen using the pizza thingy. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09630copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food we ordered. half eaten already, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09633copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my plate. they said i had the most messiest plate ever. hahah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09643copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azreen's creation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09664copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liyana's creation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09635copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my creation! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09647copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see. the restaurant's interior is so pretttttttty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09649copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nenek azreen. she look adorable luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09652copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azreen took this while me and liyana were cam-whoring using her handphone. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09655copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look so chubby! or fat! ohmygod the horrorrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09658copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((((((((((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09663copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done with eating! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09661copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like what the picture says- girlfriends, now and forever &lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay doneeeeeeeee! now i have to go get ready cause i'm meeting fadly at hougang mrt at 7 and it is already 6.21! hahaha, &lt;em&gt;confirm lambat punye. &lt;/em&gt;pictures for the class bbq will be put up later or tomorrow! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, love youuuuuuu &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-116375941588476322?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/116375941588476322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=116375941588476322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116375941588476322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116375941588476322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-been-really-really-busy-lazy-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-116336396721868854</id><published>2006-11-13T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T13:15:29.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i'm getting lazy to keep this thing updated because my life practically revolves around the time i spent slacking and lazying around. i want to get out and buy stuffs but so far, nothing caught my eye really and i already splurged on myself like crazy the other time. i want to get a dress or a tunic top, oh i so badly want one and i think i will definitely force myself to find and buy one during my date with azreen and liyana on wednesday!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm lying to myself, yes, that's what i'm doing. i don't know how to be strong and move on but no, i don't want to go back to the past but i just don't know how to really forget everything. how do someone recover from a heart break seriously? it took me around 1 year to forget my first one and this had to happen so i'm placing a bet that i will only get over it only in 2 to 3 years time. i know, that's really loooooooooooong. but i guess i'm not as strong as i thought i would be and i'm beginning to mature now and i know i will not make the same mistake again and would only be ready for it when the time is right. i'm fine, &lt;em&gt;really.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case, i would like to thank those who have been there for me. i really appreciated your cheer up messages and surprise calls and tags and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liyana.&lt;br /&gt;meihao.&lt;br /&gt;vincent.&lt;br /&gt;fadly.&lt;br /&gt;sis.&lt;br /&gt;fathiah.&lt;br /&gt;azreen.&lt;br /&gt;ardila.&lt;br /&gt;muzzammil.&lt;br /&gt;renie.&lt;br /&gt;nabila.&lt;br /&gt;amalina.&lt;br /&gt;dollilina.&lt;br /&gt;elleen.&lt;br /&gt;ilana.&lt;br /&gt;shimin.&lt;br /&gt;shahrul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU! &lt;333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i followed my sister to her friends' open house yesterday and i had so much fun. i like my sister's friend, ika, YES MORE THAN YOU FATHIAH!! HAHAHAHAHA. but fathiah is already like a sister to me and she's really nice+wacky and she has a pretty much retarted brain and thank you for consoling me and i love you very much. haha! i can't believe i'm actually saying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the way, i got tagged by her to do some survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things That Are Always On You:&lt;br /&gt;&amp; clothes&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; charm necklaces&lt;br /&gt;&amp; don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things You Must Have When You're Out:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; handphone&lt;br /&gt;&amp; money&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; mp3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three People Who's On Your Mind Now:&lt;br /&gt;&amp; no one&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; no one&lt;br /&gt;&amp; no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things You Last Ate:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; mcChicken&lt;br /&gt;&amp; prawn crackers&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; some curry thingy with bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Drinks You Last Drank:&lt;br /&gt;&amp; plain water&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; fruit punch&lt;br /&gt;&amp; some drink that tasted like blueberry or was it really blueberry? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things You Dislike Eating:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; vegetables (!!)&lt;br /&gt;&amp; more vegetables (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; much more vegetables (!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things You Enjoy Eating:&lt;br /&gt;&amp; oreo cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;&amp; candyfloss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things You Enjoy Doing:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; shopping&lt;br /&gt;&amp; talking on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; disturbing my sisters, or my mum. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Subjects You Like:&lt;br /&gt;&amp; english&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; literature&lt;br /&gt;&amp; fashionnnnn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Subjects You Don't Like:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; maths&lt;br /&gt;&amp; maths&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; maths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three People You Last Talked To On Msn:&lt;br /&gt;&amp; vincent&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; cesca&lt;br /&gt;&amp; and umm, was it shahrul? i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three People You Last Talked To On The Phone:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; meihao&lt;br /&gt;&amp; dad&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him/Her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't see the point of doing this section so okay, next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things You Do:&lt;br /&gt;&amp; sleep&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; shop&lt;br /&gt;&amp; talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Movies You Last Watched:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; bring it on again- all or nothing&lt;br /&gt;&amp; material girls&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; click&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things You Last Said To Each Other:&lt;br /&gt;&amp; each other who?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; don't know&lt;br /&gt;&amp; don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Dates That Are Significant To You:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; 110492&lt;br /&gt;&amp; 110492&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i don't know, 090906? =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three People You CHOOSE To Stab And Why:&lt;br /&gt;&amp; liyana- cause you're not updating your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; nabila- cause you're always bored. haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; vincent- cause i just want you to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this have been the most boring-est survey ever, &lt;strong&gt;really! &lt;/strong&gt;my answers are so random, i doubt it can get any much random-er. but whatever, i just did it to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for class chalet+bbq this coming 15th,16th&amp;amp;17th and my date with my 2 girlfriends on 15th and some drama thingy on 17th and swimming later on with dive, cesca and vivie!! (((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and, i've been meaning to edit some pictures since i have not done so for a really looooooong time and i own fathiah her pictures but gahhhh, i'm so lazy and i need an inspiration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i think i really need some sleep now since i'm going swimming later but i can't seem to be able to breathe now and i wonder how it's going to affect me when i'm swimming later cause i'm have a running nose and it is all blocked uppppppppp. )))))))))))))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, BYE! &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: i can't believe liverpool lost to arsenal. and liverpool has already lost 5 away games in a row!! that's so bloody upsetting and i bet melody is really happy right now! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-116336396721868854?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-116310525258057857</id><published>2006-11-10T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T22:21:06.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;To you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Nothing lasts forever though we want it to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The road ahead holds different dreams for me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sometimes goodbye, though it hurts in your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Is the only way for destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sometimes goodbye, though it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Is the only way now for you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Though its the hardest thing to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'll miss your love in every way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;So say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Best friend, never gonna let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Best friend, always gonna be around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You know, whatever life puts you through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We all need a best friend, to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a best friend, to take your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You know, whatever life puts you through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To muzz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No you're not defeated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And soon you'll be smiling once again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then you won't have to feel it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let it go with the wind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Time passes us by, and know that you're allowed to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cause when you're in your darkest hour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And all of the light just fades away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And when you're like a single flower, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whose colours have turned to shades of grey, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well hang on, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-116310525258057857?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/116310525258057857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=116310525258057857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116310525258057857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116310525258057857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-younothing-lasts-forever-though-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-116306371631235797</id><published>2006-11-09T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T01:15:16.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry to you, liyana, muzzammil and hariz..&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve your love&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve anyone's love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never ever going to fall in love again,&lt;br /&gt;not for another 10 years that is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've hurt myself by hurting you,&lt;br /&gt;and it really hurts me to hurt you over and over again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you left me crying, not for you, but for all the mistakes I did to you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-116306371631235797?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/116306371631235797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=116306371631235797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116306371631235797'/><link 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today and I think it was really nice so go watch. Typical chick flick but it was cool to see all those expensive and branded stuffs they had and those normal "spoilt + bratty" behaviour. I think I'm going to stop being one for once cause I'm broke now as I bought a Zara top and 3 belts cause I couldn't control myself and was feeling really doooooown. ))))): Even shopping couldn't cheer me up today so, what else can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And sorry Liyana for not being able to go to ak today. I had to use my coupon luuuh, going to expire soon. Sorry! =X&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm realizing that whatever short messages I pose in my blog or phrases I used in my pm really sets some people thinking on how I'm feeling right now. I'm pretty much messed up but hey, I'm a tough cookie no, make that cupcake to crack so I think I'll be alright soon. Thanks to all those who cared ((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really hurts not being able to talk to anyone about this, not even &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;who is pretty much in the whole picture. You acted as if you don't care already so why don't you just tell me instead of ignoring me and making me feel so damn helpless + sad + empty + miserable + a million other feelings you made me feel. Gosh, this is so depressing. And I wouldn't be this depress if it wasn't for &lt;em&gt;you.&lt;/em&gt; I don't know whether I should be happy or not that you came into my life or should I be sad that you are starting to take your leave now. You dumped me aside like I was some old, broken down toy and went for a much more expensive, brand new one. You are an idiot, do you know that? I acted as if I was alright and everything, I pretended to be strong, but HAH, i guess you didn't get my hint and thought everything was alright and you didn't even BOTHER ASKING AGAIN! YOU ASKED ONCE AND THATS IT. WHAT, YOU THINK IF I REPLY YOU "I'M FINE" IT MEANS I'M REALLY OKAY? OR WHEN I SAY "NOTHING'S WRONG", YOU SHOULD VERY WELL KNOW THAT SOMETHING &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; WRONG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the record,&lt;br /&gt;Im not being emotional.&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why did I let myself believe that miracles could happen?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause now I have to pretend, that I don't really care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought you were my fairytale,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my dreams when I'm not sleeping.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A wish upon a star,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's coming true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But everybody else could tell,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I confuse my feelings with the truth..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I like the view,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when there was me and you..&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/26165206-116293152040888387?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/116293152040888387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=116293152040888387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116293152040888387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116293152040888387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-caught-material-girls-today-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-116291054728270266</id><published>2006-11-07T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T06:45:23.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;it's so hard just to tell you how i feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;it's even harder that you're drifting away and there's nothing i can do about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it just wasn't meant to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sorry.&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/26165206-116291054728270266?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/116291054728270266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=116291054728270266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116291054728270266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116291054728270266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-so-hard-just-to-tell-you-how-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-116281222883857155</id><published>2006-11-06T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T03:23:48.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/1600/Click-Poster-C12158625.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/320/Click-Poster-C12158625.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at Farmer's house now and I just finished watching Click. Haha. Click is so blooooooooody nice and so touching also. Me and Farmer ended up crying during the last part when he died. So sad luh. Now Farmer is pestering me to change her name to "Diva" but obviously I won't cause she's the farmer and I'm the chicken. HAHAHAHAHA. OHH, the internet connection is down at my house so here I am, blogging at Farmer's house. Mummy is going to fix it up soon I think. Stupid Starhub, anyhow cut people's connection. Anyway, Im off to go to Hougang Mall already to have my dinner with the farmer, we shall go eat hay okay! Haha. Farmer here is telling me that chicken doesn't eat hay so fine, i'm going to have grains for dinner and farmer is going to have chicken for dinner!! Lol! Okay lame, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take careeeeeeeeeee. ((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Going to watch Material Girls tomorrow, YAYYYYYYYYYYY! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-116281222883857155?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/116281222883857155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=116281222883857155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116281222883857155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116281222883857155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-at-farmers-house-now-and-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-116267440400684694</id><published>2006-11-05T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T14:20:19.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a new found love today!!!!!!!!!! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I found myself a boyfriend. (:&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;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;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/1600/steven2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/320/steven2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Yes, he's my boyfriend. (: My 5th boyfriend in fact. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nabila kau jangan sibuk. Ni matair aku, jangan curi! Hahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, his name is Steven Strait and HELLO, he is so hot please. Any girl who catches The Covenant and didn't think he is hot, it must be because you're blind. &lt;em&gt;Ahhhhhh, *melts*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know he acted in Ashlee Simpson's Undiscovered and Disney's Sky High. I think it was probably cause he look so ugly previously with his long, bushy and "ah-beng" like hair and his unshaved beard. If you don't believe me, take a look at-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/1600/steven4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/320/steven4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/1600/steven6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/320/steven6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp; You compare them with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/1600/steven3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/320/steven3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/1600/steven5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/320/steven5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the difference? Lol! I am like drooling and going gaga over his photos. So hot luhhhh. ((((: &lt;strong&gt;RENIE, YOU MUST GO WATCH THE MOVIE! I THINK YOU WILL DROOL NON STOP WHEN YOU SEE HIS HOT BODY AND THE WAY HE TALK AND EVERYTHINGGGGG! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AHHHHHHHHH, cair gile oi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/1600/the%20covenant.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/320/the%20covenant.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I caught two movies today with Nabila, Muzzammil and Hariz. The Covenant (just like mentioned above!) and Flushed Away. I love The Covenant practically because of the hot guys inside especially HIM (!!!) and also cause the story was really cool. The magic and the supernatural things were all so awesome and HELLO, I love it when he rolls his eyes and it becomes black so that he can use his powers, ohmygosh so hottttttt!! And I think girls will die cause of his smile also, AHHH! Whatever lah okay, Im completely head over heels in love with him! Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/1600/flushed%20away.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/320/flushed%20away.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Flushed Away was actually really cute and it wasn't as dumb or lame as you think it will be. Unless you are some stuck up, so called high profile person who thinks that animated movies are dumb, then don't go buy a ticket and end up complaining that its stupid. I love the slogs and all its singing session. Realllllllllly funny, must go and watch!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND I WOULDN'T MIND GOING TO SEE THE COVENANT AGAIN! ANYONE WANT TO GO AND WATCH? :DDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and yes, the long overdue jalan raya pictures are finally here. (: Im too lazy to type what happened that day and the whole long grandmother story so just enjoy the pictures yeah?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09898copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fadly dancing, or something like that. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09899copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The girls at my house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09904copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Group photo at my house, yay! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We set off to Miss Nadleen's house at Tampines after that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09910copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what happen when you try to jump in to a photo and end up getting a funny shot of yourself. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09911copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Fatin certainly did it with much more style than Liyana. Haha, &lt;em&gt;main-main jek. Siap posing lagi eh Fatin!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09914copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Us in the bus. And that slenge bacin Liyana over there must be staring at some apek nearby. Hahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09915copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poor Ziana had a blistered feet. I got them too and I think Fadly also.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09918copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The two lovebirds in front of us. Hahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09924copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All sweaaaaaaaaaaaty already =X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09927copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sempat posing dengan pokok pulak, haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09928copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09929copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saiful: "*glees happily and thought to himself* Aku dapat tortoise, aku dapat tortoise!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hariz: "Best jugak eh duduk kat atas katak, lol. Colour pun same dngn baju aku.."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ziana: "Tepi sikitlah, orang pun nak duduk."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hazlina: ":( Sibuk jek si dek ni. Orang nak duduk pun tak senang."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09932copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09933copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAPPY people! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09934copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Us with Miss Nadleen. And its so sad that I was being blocked by Hajjar. )))))):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09937copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(((((((((((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09939copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha, Nabila, kiteorang model sesat mane je eh. Haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09941copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fadly: "I believe I can flyyyyyy, I believe I can touch the skyyyyy"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09942copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A clash of colours ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09946copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;333&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09948copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si Fadly ni bile orang kluarkan camera jek, die dah siap posing. Step manenye handsome eh. Haha. Tapi okay lah, handsome jugak lah eh die. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"This Fadly ah, when people take out the camera only, he start posing already. Think as if he so handsome like that. Haha. But okay lah, handsome also lah he. Haha."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09957copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHA. For fun only. And its so funny that me and Hariz turned out wearing the same colour again for 2 consecutive years. Coincidence eh? No wonder Liyana, Fatin and Hazlina were laughing hysterically at me and refuses to tell me why when I told them I'll be wearing green.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Liyana was paired with Saiful though but some gundu who fiddled with my camera happened to accidentaly delete the picture I think so its gone and Fatin was paired with Danial but we forgot to take a picture of them!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09959copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fatin was so excited when she saw a Doraemon (her favourite!) bicycle that she couldn't resist taking a picture with it. &lt;em&gt;Orang mane punye basikal entah. Lol. Lawa eh Nabila nye posing kat blakang. Haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09966copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FADLY IN ACTION AGAIN! Hahahaha. And Danial looks funny. Haaaaaaaaaa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09967copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2nd take! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09970copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lawa eh Fatin nye pose, haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09977copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha. The leader of the jalan raya gang. Tired already luhh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09979copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Group photo at Ziana's house! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to Cikgu Arizan's house after that I think and he got this 3 enormous cats. I bet Liyana would be scared already and wouldn't dare come in cause the cats were waiting to eat her up for dinner next. Hahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09981copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09982copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SEE! So fat! Lol. And look at its bulging stomach!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Cikgu Arizan has the cutest baby ever! So adorableeeeeeeeee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09988copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fatin with the baby! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09989copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No fairrrrrrrrrrrrr. Yana get to kiss the baby =/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09991copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pretttttttttttys &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC099921copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All that is left at Hariz's house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So in short, we went to 12 house in total if Im not wrong! So fun luh, i reached home at freaking 12.30! Thanks to daddy for picking me up and Hariz for waiting under the block with me for half an hour at least! :D And it was such a crazy experience going out jalan raya-ing with them. Next year must go home at 3am and during Secondary 4, we shall not go home at all!! Lol!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And reallyyyyyyy sorry Renie that we couldn't wait for you to come back )):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, it's 5.37 in the morning already and Im really tired and I want to hit the bed and start dreaming about Steven Strait!!! :DDDDDDDDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love you people! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/DSC09825copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: Im not feeling too good so I probably won't update for the next few days. Im down with a very bad cough, yes, I can practically die just by coughing non stop and my cough is really terrible and I have a sore throat which resulted in me getting some horrible, guy-ish voice. Eeks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life's unfair. You can get what you want but sometimes, it hurts to be able have that something rather than feeling happy about it. =/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-116267440400684694?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/116267440400684694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=116267440400684694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116267440400684694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116267440400684694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-have-new-found-love-today-d-yes-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-116249024775847157</id><published>2006-11-02T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T09:57:27.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life's a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;No updates for now.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures can wait.&lt;br /&gt;For now, Im off to mend my broken heart, fix my messed up life and run through things properly and &lt;em&gt;wisely.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-116249024775847157?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/116249024775847157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=116249024775847157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116249024775847157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116249024775847157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/11/lifes-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-116231907096366048</id><published>2006-11-01T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T10:24:30.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Updates tomorrow with pictures and everything on our jalan raya outing!&lt;br /&gt;Weee; so fun! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-116231907096366048?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/116231907096366048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=116231907096366048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116231907096366048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116231907096366048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/11/updates-tomorrow-with-pictures-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-116197508828364583</id><published>2006-10-28T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T11:55:41.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vivocity = LOVES&lt;br /&gt;Diva = MORE LOVES&lt;br /&gt;Hanging with your &lt;strong&gt;two good friends&lt;/strong&gt; = MUCH MUCH MORE LOVES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I went to Vivo today with Meihao and met Cesca there. We went job-hunting (okay, not exactly me) and damnnnnnnn, those two were evil I tell you. They kept on walking in front of me really &lt;em&gt;realllllly&lt;/em&gt; fast cause I was on the phone and was walking really &lt;em&gt;realllllly&lt;/em&gt; slowly and they made my feet hurt cause I was wearing my new flats out today but nonetheless, I was a very happy girl in the end!! :D I love Diva, ohmygod, &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE IT SO SO MUCH&lt;/strong&gt; (more than anything, yes)&lt;strong&gt;!!&lt;/strong&gt; And I bought 4 pretty accessories for myself for a mere 25 bucks (where can you get such bargain!) and gah, I'm grinning like mad now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I THINK THIS IS THE MOST HAPPIEST DAY OF MY LIFE, OKAY MAYBE NOT; BUT STILL! I'M SO HAPPPPPPPPPPPPY, OH YES I AM. I FEEL LIKE JUMPING AND HOPPING ABOUT AND SCREAMING AND I'M GOING TO RUN AROUND LIKE A RETARD NOW CAUSE I'M SO HAPPY AND HAHA, I KNOW I'M INSANE AND DON'T ASK ME WHAT AM I SO HAPPY ABOUT BECAUSE I'M NOT GOING TO TELL YOU AND BYE, I'M OFF TO BEING A VERY HAPPY INSANE RETARD SO BYE!! :DDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-116197508828364583?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/116197508828364583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=116197508828364583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116197508828364583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116197508828364583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/10/vivocity-loves-diva-more-loves-hanging.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-116181033945818326</id><published>2006-10-26T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T14:05:40.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for the post below but I guess Im just to frustrated with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, here's a happy post! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA TO ALL THE MUSLIMS OUT THERE! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm 2 days late but still, i just want to wish every single one out there who is my friend cause I was lazy + I didn't have the time to reply everyone's messages/testimonials/wishes/emails/tags. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to type one whole long post about it so, enjoy the pictures!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/Image026copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/Image012copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/Image013copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family shot; yay!! &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/Image028copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, my dad and my mummmm :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/Image036copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SISTERS! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Nyehahaha, Im the tallest among all of them. And my sisterrrrrr is so short, the elder one of course! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/Image007copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my elder sister. Damn, her eyes are scary. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/Image040copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Younger sister and me! Meihao I know you are very happy right now!! HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/Image001copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVES &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, yesterday was so much fun except for the part on the posting of results. I had a blast with 2E1 and my group members, Liyana, Filzah, Ziana, Danial and Daniel!! YAY! :D We had this business sort of course where we have to start up a greeting cards business and sell the cards to other people. Then we learnt about the fundamental basics of starting a business and how to calculate profits and all. And I was the PRESIDENT! Hahaha, yayyy! My group had so much fun, YAYYYYYYY! :D We designed the card as a cake with candles and all and it was so cute! And the best part was, our company name was "CUTE CAKES!" HAHAHA! Damn cute right? And our motto was "So you think you are cute?" and "The cake that is always cute!" HAHAHAHA. I love it so much. Super, duper extremely cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/25102006001copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUTE CAKES! :DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/25102006006copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESIDENT! (((((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danial was damn hilarious yesterday. He kept dancing to "SexyBack" and HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA, damn funny I tell you. I should have gotten a video of him dancing. And our group is damn cute lah. We provided free entertainment when selling our cards. We had my handphone blasting music and we were dancing and singing to it to promote our cards! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/25102006copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the canteen while queing to buy our food. Meihao took this and FADLY AND DANIAL IS EVILLLLLLL. They cut the queue and Fadly the kambing refuses to help me buy the food. Meanie. Haha. I am going to expose all your dirty little secrets you telur busuk!! Hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when we were getting back our report book that time, Liyana started to tearing and seeing her cry makes me cry and HAHA, it ended up being the two of us crying because we couldn't bear to leave 2E1 :((((((&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun in this class, I don't ever want to part with it!! And Danial was like "How come you all can cry?" and he started forcing himself to cry also (HAHA!) but of course, he didn't lahs. I think Ziana was tearing a bit also when she saw the both of us crying and Filzah gave us hugs (SO SWEEET!) :D so we had one big group hug. And I gave Fatty a hug too cause Im going to miss her so much as now I don't have anyone I can call Fatty too and I will miss her jokes which always makes me laugh and our joke on Miss Mala's eyes. Awwwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2E1, Im going to miss you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to miss Filzah cause she always tries in vain to teach me Maths.&lt;br /&gt;Im going to miss Ziana cause we were always looking at hot guys.&lt;br /&gt;Im going to miss Cheri cause of her insane screaming and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Im going to miss Jolyn cause she is my dearest Fatty.&lt;br /&gt;Im going to miss Alicia cause of her blur-ness and her "Huh?".&lt;br /&gt;Im going to miss Jacqueline cause of her being the perfect monitor.&lt;br /&gt;Im going to miss Jermaine cause of her never ending laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Im going to miss Marcus cause of his crazy acts.&lt;br /&gt;Im going to miss Danial cause of his jokes and his craziness.&lt;br /&gt;Im going to miss Daniel cause of his lame jokes and insane addiction to football.&lt;br /&gt;Im going to miss playing captain ball during P.E time.&lt;br /&gt;Im going to miss all the drama/music lessons we had.&lt;br /&gt;Im going to miss the fun we had at our BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;Im going to miss the joy we had when we all dressed up for RHD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if Im going to miss McAsshole or not but I guess I'll miss her cause now, I have no one to tease and stare back at. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And basically, Im going to miss everything about 2E1! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/25102006014copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/25102006013copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the empty classroom lah :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/25102006011copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia and me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Fatty for not putting up your picture cause I look horrible in it and my eyes were swollen! =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/25102006012copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And haha Nabila and Fatin, korang nye gambar pun tercampak masuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a feast after school with Liyana, Fatin and Hazlina at Magic Wok. We ordered 5 different types of dishes and in the end, we didn't finish all of them also. Haha. And we gossiped a lot and I had so much fun yesterday luh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/25102006015copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUM!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, love you all &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Sorry Liyana I never miss you cause you're going to the same class as me what so you have to wait till Secondary 4 for your name up there and we're going to have much more fun in the 2 years to come. Haha. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-116181033945818326?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/116181033945818326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=116181033945818326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116181033945818326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116181033945818326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/10/sorry-for-post-below-but-i-guess-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-116180661647508197</id><published>2006-10-26T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T13:18:26.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn it. We got back our posting results today and man, am I disappointed and disgusted with the school. Urgh. I got the combinations I wanted (sort of?) but seriously, I don't know what am I going to do with Biology considering I don't want to a doctor or specialize in the medical faculty. Anyway, today must be the most suckiest + shittiest (if there is such word) ever!! I don't want to go to 3E6. Bloody asshole. WHY 3E6? 3E6, 3E6, 3E6. That class keeps replaying over and over in my mind. Like whatthef*ck. Bloody school thinks that Arts stream people are not important or smart enough that they chuck them into the last class. And they dumped all those who got retained (no offence to anybody) but seriously, 3E6 IS NOT SOME BLOODY ASS CLASS WHICH IS A RUBBISH DUMP FOR YOU TO TRASH ALL THOSE UNWANTED STUDENTS. ASSHOLE. I am going to prove it to the school that a Literature+Biology student can do just as well as those in Triple Science! ARGH. Call me superficial but seriously, tell me which one of you wouldn't mind going into 3E6 when you have been in the first class for 2 consecutive years? Make that 5 if you count primary school!! And don't give me bullshit about you are sorted according to your combination and not level position, etc (YES, I BLOODY HELL KNOW THAT) because IF YOU WERE THE ONE BEING CHUCKED INTO 3E6, YOU WOULDN'T VERY MUCH BE HAPPY YOURSELF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, you are a Triple Science student and the classes in your school are ranked backwords as in 3E6- first class, 3E5- second class, 3E4- third class and so on and so, you are in 3E6. Then one day, this VIP came along to inspect your school or to walk around or something and she so happen to stop you and ask you your class and you told her 3E6 and assuming that she doesn't know that your classes are ranked backwards, she started inspecting you, checking your hair and all and giving you that "stare" and treating you as if you are one of those rebellious student who needs special attention just because you are in 3E6- THE LAST FUCKING EXPRESS CLASS IN YOUR SCHOOL. HOW WOULD YOU FEEL?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the first impression that comes to everyone's mind is "Aiya 3E6. Lousy class, all the students don't want to study one; no hope already lah". FUCKING UNFAIR. AND DAMN IT, SINCE I WAS IN 2E1 AND 1E1 BEFORE, PEOPLE WOULD BE LIKE "Wah! She drop class until like that ah?" DAMN IT! IM NOT STUPID AND NEITHER IS 3E6 STUPID BUT IM JUST SO FRUSTRATED THAT SCHOOL IS BEING FREAKING UNFAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU THINK LITERATURE IS NOT IMPORTANT FOR YOU, THEN FINE, GO BURN ALL THOSE BOOKS. THERE WOULD BE NO MORE NEED FOR AUTHORS AND POETS AND WHATEVER SINCE LITERATURE STUDENTS ARE DAMN HOPELESS AND WOULDNT EARN AS MUCH FOR A LIVING CAUSE MEDICAL AND SCIENCE AND BUSINESS STUDENTS ARE TAKING OVER THE WORLD BY STORM AS EVERYONE IS COMPETING FOR IT. AND THERE WOULD BE NO NEED FOR LITERATURE BECAUSE FIRSTLY, EVERYONE IS THINKING THAT LITERATURE IS NOT IMPORTANT AND YOU DON'T NEED IT IN YOUR LIFE BUT HELLO, WAKE UP, THIS IS THE REAL WORLD. IF THERE ISN'T ANY LITERATURE IN THE WORLD, THEN YOU WOULDN'T BE READING THIS BECAUSE PEOPLE WILL NOT BE EDUCATED ENOUGH TO READ AND WRITE AND TYPE POSTS AND STORIES AND WHATEVER!! AND DAMN IT, THE LANGUAGE YOU ARE SPEAKING ALSO HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH LITERATURE.!! SO GO SCREW YOURSELF IF YOU THINK THAT LITERATURE AND ARTS STREAM STUDENTS ARE USELESS AND HOPELESS AND DOESN'T HAVE A BRIGHT FUTURE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(#&amp;%)!#@*$_!@*)$&amp;amp;amp;*)@#^&amp;$)#%($_@*#$)@&amp;amp;%)@#*^_!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. I think I vented everything out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND STOP ASKING ME WHY I GO TO 3E6 OR I SWEAR I AM GOING TO CHOP YOU UP INTO LITTLE PIECES AND SELL THEM TO THE BUTCHER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-116180661647508197?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/116180661647508197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=116180661647508197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116180661647508197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116180661647508197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/10/damn-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-116140778807100526</id><published>2006-10-21T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T22:28:15.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MMMMPH I have not been blogging for quite some time already. I always had things to say but I end up not typing them cause I'm lazyyyyyyy. And yes, that's lazy princess to you. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been out these past few days to search for my heels and bag and guess what! I bought 3 pairs of them already!!!! :DD Well actually, one of them is a pair of ballet flats and it is kindly bought by Meihao, Vincent and Dickson for me!!!! Sooo sweeeeeeeeeeeeet! I love the three of you lahs. ((((: And I've realized the true meaning of friendship yesterday. True friends help you when you're in need and they never leave you alone to face the problem yourself. YAYYYYYYY. Damn, I'm so freaking happy. And I want to dedicate this blog post to the three of them but umm, I forgot what I wanted to say already after having thought of it last night. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Raya is in 3 days time and damn, I have not gotten my clothes yeeeeeeeeeet. Ohmygod I'm freaking out already. And if I can't find the perfect baju raya to wear, I'm not going to celebrate Hari Raya this year!! Yes, and I mean it.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, no lahs but still, I'm not going out of the house untill I have something nice to wear!! And it will be my last trip to Geylang later on so I better find something pretty and I need to drag my mum to Watsons and Sasa to get my make up!! *glees happily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, about the video of Nabila killing Liyana (LOL!), I think I'll put it up another time. Now its not a fun time to put it up and I want to put it up like 3 weeks later and it will make Liyana go "Nooooooo" and she will demand me to remove it asap but of course, I WON'T! :D Haha. I'm such a nice friend right Liyana? HAAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it really surprised me on how a simple sentence can have people who you don't usually talk to, suddenly talking to you on MSN. Just like the other day, I had my pm as "depressed. don't talk to me" and suddenly, all those who I never once before chat in my life before (OKAY, exaggerating; haha) nudged me and ask me what's wrong. So sweeeeeeeet luhs. Like Donovan for example. TELL ME, which one of you 6 Humility people still remembers him? Haha. And he chatted with me and made me laughed and awwwwwwww, so nice luhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, let me think of people who can really make me smile.. or laugh hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Meihao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Liyana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Fatin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Nabila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Renie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Vincent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Francesca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Asyraf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Dickson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Fadly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Jolyn (FATTTTTTTY :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm I can't think of anymore but I want to add more to the list. YAY!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH, and this reminds me of yesterday night when I was chatting with Daniel. He had his MSN nick as "McDaniel" and he started giving everyone "Mc" names (LOL) and it was damn funny I tell you. I complained to him about this girl named "KM". Yes, I shall not tell you her name to spare her the embarassement and humiliation and god, I hate her so muchhhhhhhhhh!! And Daniel gave her something proud to call herself which is "McAsshole" HAHAHHAAA. I love it so much and I'll start calling her "McAsshole" everytime I need to blog about her. Anyway, he came up with a few more names..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia- McLicia&lt;br /&gt;Dickson- McDick (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Funniest thing ever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what he wanted to call me,&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;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"McNah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygod the horror! And I told him no and I would love to be called "McCupcake". HAHAHAHAHAHAH. Now Mcdonald has a new dessert to introduce!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started talking about other things and then suddenly, he asked me whether I had a black rubber band. So I told him yeah and he said, "Can lend me? I need to tie my hair"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL. Freaking funny that I burst out laughing uncontrollably. HAHAHAHA. I asked him he need it to tie his hair for what and he said that he need to tie up his fringe cause it always gets into his eyes while playing soccer. LMAO. Might as well use a clip right. Lol. I'm going to spy on him and take a secret shot of him having his fringe tied up and post it on my blog!!! Nyehahahahaha. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough already. I want to go bathe and after that, I shall go clothes hunting agaaaaain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time, miss me!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j278/cupcakeLOVE_/2e1copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Oh yes, the class present to Mdm Tan has something to do with this picture and HAHAHAHA, i have axed out McAsshole's face. Lol. But of course, it's not like that for the real one lahs, this one is just specially made for my blog! HAAA :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-116140778807100526?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/116140778807100526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=116140778807100526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116140778807100526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116140778807100526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/10/mmmmph-i-have-not-been-blogging-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-116120229527524949</id><published>2006-10-19T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T13:21:07.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FATHIAH! &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you miss me so I shall upload the pictures up just for you to see! :D And see, I love you that much that I included a heart to your name and used a big-ass font. Lol.&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;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;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;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;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;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;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;Oh, and did I forget to tell you that Im only going to post them up tomorrow? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I've got nothing better to do. Lol. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-116120229527524949?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/116120229527524949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=116120229527524949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116120229527524949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116120229527524949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/10/fathiah-3-i-know-you-miss-me-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-116090211396490433</id><published>2006-10-15T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T02:12:28.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know those feelings where you are close to someone but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they simply refuse to tell you anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But someone who is not that close to you are willing to listen to you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and share their problems with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's what I'm feeling right now and I can tell you, &lt;strong&gt;it sucks a lot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you might be wondering why this is so right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I, myself don't know but here's a thought to let you wonder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the world coming to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-116090211396490433?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/116090211396490433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=116090211396490433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116090211396490433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116090211396490433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-know-those-feelings-where-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-116085603176765103</id><published>2006-10-15T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T12:00:53.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I MISS SOMEONE! ((((((((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, I am not telling you who. Lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREW BLOGGER. I JUST TYPED ONE WHOLE CHUNK OF ENTRY AND IT HAD TO CONK OUT ON ME. NOW I CAN'T RECALL WHAT I TYPED! *whineees*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually supposed to go out with Meihao today or rather yesterday (141006) but I cancelled our plans due to some stupid reasons so I am making it up to her by going on Monday instead (YAY!!). We shall go to VivoCity and then to Orchard and then to Bugis and basically anywhere I can get some pretty stuffs at!! :D I need heeeels and I need make up and accessories and I need a handbag and I need clothes and I NEED RETAIL THERAPY and I am considering whether I need a new perfume or not! I want that Vera Wang 'Princess' one or that Lulu Castagnette lol :-) one!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My preparations for Hari Raya have not starteddddd. My room is in a mess and I have not gotten all my things yet and it is 9 MORE DAYS TO HARI RAYA!!!! So fast, so fast, so fastttt! And I want to bake my cupcakes so that all you pretty people out there can come to my house and eat them ((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like 3.40 am in the morning and I can't get to sleep and no one is online to chat with me. Booo. &lt;strong&gt;HELLO PEOPLE WAKE UP IT IS MORNING ALREADY! :D &lt;/strong&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, before i forget, some shoutouts to certain people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO MISS LIYANA, CAN YOU TAKE SOME TIME OFF AT WHATEVER YOU'RE DOING AND GO TO THE BAZAAR WITH ME, NABILA AND FATIN? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HELLLOOO MISS NABILA, WHERE'S MY PIZZA HUT BUKER PUASA WITH YOU? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HELLLOOO AGAIN MISS NABILA, IT WAS YOUR BIRTHDAY YESTERDAY AND I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY WITH THE TREATMENT WE GAVE YOU AND IM SO JEALOUS OF YOUR BOYFRIEND CAN? HAHA. :D and anyway, happy birthday! (((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And come to think of it, your birthday reminds me of something which happened last year but 2 days earlier than your birthday! 121005. LOL. Remember, remember, remember? Okay, actually I don't want to remember it nor do I want you to remember cause it was such awful memories =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHH and you know what, the date is exactly the same as your 5th month anniversary! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND YAY, 1 hour and 15 minutes more before I will go and eat sahur and after I am going to sleep till 3pm (!) or why not sleep until 6pm like what Asyraf did so that it will only be 1 hour before I can break fast! HAHAHAHAHA. But no, I am not so horrible plus I am an 'anak dara' so I will try to wake up at 3pm latest! :D HAAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there, enough updates. I want to go play the Sims since Asyraf kept playing it and it sounds fun the way he told me about it so YES, i want to go and play it again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you peopleeeeeeeeeee &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED 14TH BIRTHDAY NABILA! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED 14TH BIRTHDAY NABILA! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED 14TH BIRTHDAY NABILA! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED 14TH BIRTHDAY NABILA! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED 14TH BIRTHDAY NABILA! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED 14TH BIRTHDAY NABILA! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED 14TH BIRTHDAY NABILA! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-116085603176765103?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/116085603176765103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=116085603176765103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116085603176765103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116085603176765103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-miss-someone-no-i-am-not-telling-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-116073328655589319</id><published>2006-10-13T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T13:13:17.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;edit/ just realized that the sound doesn't work so video 1 and 2 would not be funny anymore cause there is no sound but still, enjoy Liyana's video. (((:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAMN FUNNY I TELL YOU. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SAIFUL'S AND DANIAL'S ACTING&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://s96.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=" width="335" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-116073328655589319?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/116073328655589319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=116073328655589319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116073328655589319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116073328655589319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/10/edit-just-realized-that-sound-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-116073321490528452</id><published>2006-10-13T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T02:58:24.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;FADLY'S AND DANIAL'S ACTING&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="335" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://s96.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid96.photobucket.com/albums/l181/mycupcakeee/12102006.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse the uncontrollable laughter in the background of me and Renie and the others. And excuse the not-so-steady hands as I was laughing like mad and was squirming all over. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-116073321490528452?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/116073321490528452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=116073321490528452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116073321490528452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116073321490528452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/10/fadlys-and-danials-acting-excuse.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-116073143141333420</id><published>2006-10-13T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T02:55:40.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And, presenting to you, LIYANA'S VIDEO. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's probably gonna kill me for putting it up, but still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENJOY! :D&lt;/strong&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;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 width="335" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://s96.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid96.photobucket.com/albums/l181/mycupcakeee/27092006.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. Had fun laughing? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-116073143141333420?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/116073143141333420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=116073143141333420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116073143141333420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116073143141333420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-presenting-to-you-liyanas-video.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-116057821676393797</id><published>2006-10-11T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T07:56:16.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I've been an emotional wreck lately. I mean, really. My mood just goes up and it can go tumbling down one minute later and I don't even know what I'm thinking about. Actually, I do but still, what can I do also right? &lt;em&gt;Hai..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, today marks the last day of exam (YAY!) and its total happiness from now on. Okayyyyy, maybe not yet cause I still need to get back my results and choose my subject combination but still, at least I can go shopping already! I have not been in town for ages and I'm dying to check out VivoCity but I heard from Fathiah that it is hell boring but hey, what the heck; i still wanna go there. (((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXAMS OVER = SHOPPING = HAPPINESS = LOVE! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cheered myself up today by having some retail therapy. I bought myself hair clips in 5 different freaking colours because I couldn't decide on what colour should I get and I &lt;33 all the colours. HAHA. That certainly made my mood feel a little better. (: And Im getting my CK heels anytime soon and I ordered more tinkerbell pendants and yes, i feel so much better already! :D Nothing like spending my money like crazy and buying pretty stuffs could cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been keeping my promise. I mean, I still go online and I still have not chuck my handphone down into the sea. Meihao claimed that she will be the first person to jump into the sea to retrieve it. HAHA. And I had a really nice heart-to-heart talk with Meihao for 3 and the half hours yesterday and I feel so much better knowing there's someone who's willing to listen to me and be there by my side. ((((((: We can talk about anything under the sun. I started telling her about my problems and she told me about hers and our conversation when on and on until we end up talking about Osama Bin Laden and Saddam Hussein. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, there's no school on Friday and Monday and that means that I'll have 2 extra days to go shopping!! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Project Runway is on nowwww. Go watch, go watch, go watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you sweets. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I kept my mouth shut for too long &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All this time you got me wrong"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Coz I'm feeling lost &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I'm in your arms &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The reasons are gone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For why I was holding onto you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tried so hard &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be the one &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't like who I've become"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Won't keep my mouth shut any more &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've had my share of closing doors &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now I know I'm not afraid &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know exactly what you'll say"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I kept it all inside of me for all this time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thought that I could make it work if I just tried"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I've kept my mouth shut for too long &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now I know that it was wrong &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I told you from the start"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-116057821676393797?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/116057821676393797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=116057821676393797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116057821676393797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116057821676393797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-think-ive-been-emotional-wreck.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-116048116090032386</id><published>2006-10-10T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T04:52:42.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams are a killer. But luckily, i'm down to my last paper already which is Literature (MY FAV XDXDXDXD!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Im thinking of shutting down everything. My blog and yes, my msn. Untill I can make up my mind, Im going on a hiatus. And ohh, I feel like chucking my phone into the sea also. I'm going to off it 24/7 and only use it in certain circumstances where I urgently need to call someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, &lt;em&gt;it's Bye Bye phone. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Other than that, if you need to contact me, call me at my house lahs! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-116048116090032386?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/116048116090032386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=116048116090032386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116048116090032386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116048116090032386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/10/exams-are-killer.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-116003856652892601</id><published>2006-10-05T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T01:56:06.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel betrayed; cheated; disgusted; and many other more I don't know how to describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know it will be the same every time round.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll end up pretending to be happy when I know deep inside, Im not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you Vincent for being there for me (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for listening to my whines, screamings, grumbles, complaints and everything..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-116003856652892601?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/116003856652892601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=116003856652892601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116003856652892601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/116003856652892601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-feel-betrayed-cheated-disgusted-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115997654306523391</id><published>2006-10-04T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T08:45:20.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"In these eyes, more than words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;More than anything that I've spoken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the skies turn to grey &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart's just about to crack open&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So the story goes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But there's something you should know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before I walk away and I blow the ending&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never wanna be without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh no, here I go, now you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I feel about you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no running&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I must have been wrong to doubt you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh no, there I go, no control&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm falling, so now you know"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Now you know, Hilary Duff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwwwwwwww. I love this song. So nice so nice so nice so niceeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to the library today with Liyana and Fatin. I've borrowed my 6th Malay book and I've finished reading 3 of the novels already! Yes, that's an achievement for me as I don't normally read Malay novels until Liyana introduced them to me and now I'm hooked! :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got chased/stalked/followed/disturbed or whatever the word is by these two groups of boys. I mean seriously, tell me how can you go into a relationship with anyone whom you just met off the street? And even if you do, can the relationship last? I've got no idea why guys love to ask for girls' numbers just off the street. I mean, you just look at her, and you think she's pretty and you want to know her better. That's bullshit la. Nothing wrong in knowing someone better but obviously there's another motive right? Love at first sight? Oh please. Utter crappp. It is seriously annoying when a guy gets presistent when obviously, the girl is &lt;strong&gt;0%&lt;/strong&gt; interested in him. If she does, she would have long given him her number right? Assclowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fun time studying or should I say bitching, chatting, gossiping with Vincent and Meihao. Francesca had to leave early; boooo. I didn't get a chance to crap with her. Nevertheless, talking to Vincent and Meihao really cheered me up. &lt;em&gt;Thank you guys for being there for me. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay paper tmrw, wish me luck! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you sweetieeeeees. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Science suckkkkkked. &lt;em&gt;Yes, I agree with you Liyana. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115997654306523391?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115997654306523391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115997654306523391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115997654306523391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115997654306523391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-these-eyes-more-than-words-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115988360285901977</id><published>2006-10-03T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T06:53:22.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SOMEBODY KILL ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OHMYGOD-I-CAN'T-GET-ANY-STUPIDER-THAN-I-ALREADY-AM.&lt;/strong&gt; Maths Paper was alright I think except that I can't get any more pissed than I already am for wasting time and for not getting that inverse proportion properly into my head. And OHHH, the reason that I am so freaking pissed off was because of this particular question which I spent God knows how many minutes on trying to figure it out when the only silly mistake that I made was to remember the formulae wrongly!! &lt;strong&gt;GRRR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was something about the pyramid and I was getting all confident already because I learnt the Mensuration chapter thoroughly and I know the formulaes for the different shapes by heart. And guess what I did?&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;strong&gt;I messed up!!&lt;/strong&gt; Just because of a&lt;strong&gt; silly&lt;/strong&gt; number!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to find the volume of pyramid is by using this formulae -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/3 * Base Area * Height = Volume of Pyramid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND GUESS WHAT FORMULAE DID I USE INSTEAD!!&lt;/strong&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;1/2 * Base Area * Height = &lt;strong&gt;Volume of Pyramid (WRONG!) = AREA OF TRIANGLE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:$&amp;%@&amp;amp;$%*^@$"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$&amp;%@&amp;amp;$%*^@$&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; !!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know that a triangle doesn't have a base area but because I stupidly thought that was the formulae, that was how I wrote it. No wonder I couldn't find the length of the squared base area after I divided the volume by the height!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I ended up getting a &lt;strong&gt;million billion trillion gazillion decimal points&lt;/strong&gt; which I expressed to 3 significant figures!!!! &lt;strong&gt;ARRRRGHHHH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like slapping myself. Urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115988360285901977?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115988360285901977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115988360285901977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115988360285901977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115988360285901977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/10/somebody-kill-me-ohmygod-i-cant-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115902600550984877</id><published>2006-09-23T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T08:40:05.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look what I founnnnnnnnd. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APRIL GORGEOUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop dead gorgeous!!! Attractive personality. Very sexy. Affectionate &amp; Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Chatterbox. Loves to talk alot. Loves to get their way. Easily angered. Very stubborn in the most way possible. Loves to get noticed. Willing to take risks for others. Makes good choices. Has a great fashion sense. Maybe a little too popular with others. Outgoing and crazy at times. Intelligent. Can sometimes be a heartbreaker. Can love as much as possible. Hates insults. Loves compliments. Just one of the clumsiest people you will ever meet. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness.  Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings.  Observant and assesses others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. I think I've got nothing better to doooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just one of the clumsiest people you will ever meet."&lt;br /&gt;Who, me? *smiles innocently*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY to "Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. "&lt;br /&gt;So true. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. Go study la you people. Why are you still reading my blog when exam is just around the corner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. loves. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115902600550984877?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115902600550984877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115902600550984877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115902600550984877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115902600550984877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/09/look-what-i-founnnnnnnnd.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115900540299112458</id><published>2006-09-23T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T03:01:15.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A- Damn good kisser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;B- Good all around person.&lt;br /&gt;C- You're wild &amp;amp; crazy.&lt;br /&gt;D- You have one of the best personalities ever.&lt;br /&gt;E-You have a nice ass&lt;br /&gt;F- People totally adore you.&lt;br /&gt;G- You never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H- You have a very good personality and looks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I- You get hyper easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J- Everyone loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;K- You like to try new things.&lt;br /&gt;L- You live to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;M- Success comes easily to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N- You are absolutely beautiful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O- You're an awesome person.&lt;br /&gt;P- You are popular with all types of people.&lt;br /&gt;Q- You are a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;R- Sexy!&lt;br /&gt;S- Easy to fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;T- You're loyal to those you love.&lt;br /&gt;U- You really like to chill.&lt;br /&gt;V- You are not judgmental.&lt;br /&gt;W- You are very broad minded.&lt;br /&gt;X- You never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Y- One of the best bfs/gfs anyone could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;Z- You're a little too hard to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my name would be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J- Everyone loves you.&lt;br /&gt;A- Damn good kisser.&lt;br /&gt;N- You are absolutely beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;N- You are absolutely beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;A- Damn good kisser.&lt;br /&gt;H- You have a very good personality and looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you guys get the hint hmmm?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA! Took it from my online friend's blog.&lt;br /&gt;Do it if you like (:&lt;br /&gt;Very flattering, if you've got the right letters in your name!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115900540299112458?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115900540299112458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115900540299112458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115900540299112458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115900540299112458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/09/damn-good-kisser.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115876978994837458</id><published>2006-09-21T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T09:35:39.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pictures are up!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty pretty. But they are just some random pictures. Thought I should post pictures up so that my blog won't rot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/14092006002copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatty and meee in English class. I guess we were getting bored listening to Miss Mala and we were laughing our heads of at her due to her funny actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/14092006004copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started doodling and scribbling in my notebook on how much i &lt;3 fatty and how much fatty &lt;3 Miss Mala. Fatty must be honoured she's mentioned in my book! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/15092006copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUNNIEST PICTURE OF LIYANA EVER!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/15092006001copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/15092006002copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwwwwww, loves. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/18092006013copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/18092006011copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our art work! :D I think this is my proudest piece so far, heee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/19092006copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating Fatty's biscuits in class! :D And im SQUINTING! Why in the world did I squint when there's not even a ray of sunlight shining at us!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/19092006002copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is my dearest Fatty again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/19092006006copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Meihao. I wonder who she is taking a peek at in the corner, HAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/19092006008copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatty being amazed by the power of the mp3. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/19092006012copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what this is?&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;A BELL PLATE! :D&lt;br /&gt;I've got no idea what it is also except that its a musical instrument. Pretty weird shape for an instrument huh? And it looks just like a chisel (is that what it is called?) or those flip thingy where you use to flip burger patties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And surprisingly, despite its weird shape and look, it produces beautiful "ding"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/19092006011copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professional burger seller. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/1600/yours%20mine%20and%20ours.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/320/yours%20mine%20and%20ours.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught Yours, Mine &amp;amp; Ours at Meihao's house today. SUPER NICEEEEEEEEE! Go watch! (: Meihao loves the part where the kid downed himself into a big bucket of marshmallows. HAA! She's just jealous &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone saw me on teevee today? HAHAHAHA. I think I looked horrible and my sister kept grumbling that she didn't look nice. HAHAHA. I know Liyana, Fadly and Meihao saw meeeee. HAA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 you people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115876978994837458?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115876978994837458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115876978994837458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115876978994837458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115876978994837458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/09/pictures-are-up-pretty-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115863794552180333</id><published>2006-09-19T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T20:58:56.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAAAAAY, Im using the school's computer to blog now. Lazyass Liyana never come to school today. Idiotttttt. HAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright whatever laa. Anyway, I don't think I can update frequently now cause of the EOY examinations. I have not started on my revision (BOO!) and argh, I think im lagging behindddd. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw maths. I think Ill be the most happiest girl in the world if I manage to get at least 50 for it. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to update pictureeees. And I think I shall do that when I get home later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OHHH, I WENT TO SEE SINGAPORE IDOLS AT MEDIACORP YESTERDAY! COOL LUHHHS! But none of my friends were there cause either they all can't make it or they can't stay out late. And and OHHHHHH, watch out for Joakim tomorrow okay! He's going to dance in the beginning part of the song when the Top 12 sing together. NICE LAAA. (: So adorable! And shut up Fadly and Asyraf. I know you're going to say "Boo" and Fadly especially, he'll say,"ELEH! Aku lagi handsome dari Joakim!". Stop dreaming okay Fadly? HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, update again later with pictures (:&lt;br /&gt;Love you people &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Happy belated birthday Asyraf. Sorry! I wanted to post up the wish yesterday but I couldn't get on the computer. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115863794552180333?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115863794552180333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115863794552180333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115863794552180333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115863794552180333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/09/okaaaaay-im-using-schools-computer-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115815572299746001</id><published>2006-09-13T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T06:55:23.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so tired nowadays. Like really exhausted. Im completely worn out. And my mood has been realllllllly bad these days. I haven't been talking that much and Im moodless. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever, I WANT TO CHEER UP! :D&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to worry about. I've got friends like Meihao and Liyana to cheer me up. And OHHHHHHHH, I shall mention Dickson's name here because he was the first one to make me laugh today. HAA! And he told me I was the first person he said "Take care" to on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sweeeeeeeeet right? HAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am, bitching with Vincent right now about someone. HAHA. But we're not being mean laaa; its a fact that she's a damn bloody slut. Right Vincent? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and, ASYRAF! WHERE ARE YOU! Ask you to come online untill now you still haven't appear. BOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I caught Monster House sometime back. It was niceeee luhs. I enjoyed it very muchhh. HAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I decided not to post up the BBQ pictures anymore. I got frustrated editing every single one of them and uploading them into Photobucket. So, if you guys want pictures, ask me at MSN okays? Give me a nudgeee! Cause I love getting nudges. Okayyyyyy, actually I don't. Cause I get irritated by it sometimes. HAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/edit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prettttttttty right? Haha. 2E1 rocks luuhhs. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeeheeeeee. Okay, I'll update again soon.&lt;br /&gt;Take care loves. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115815572299746001?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115815572299746001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115815572299746001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115815572299746001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115815572299746001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-feel-so-tired-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115797482117348808</id><published>2006-09-11T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T04:40:21.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel terrible now. Like really super horrible. I can't think straight now. &lt;em&gt;Ohhhh&lt;/em&gt;, Im so taking back my words on my previous post where I said that I am happy with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw Windows Live Messenger. Screw everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115797482117348808?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115797482117348808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115797482117348808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115797482117348808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115797482117348808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-feel-terrible-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115788724235481427</id><published>2006-09-10T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T04:46:54.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current Mood: Bored + lazy yet happy!&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Breaking Free - High School Musical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOHH, ive been tagged! And its been long since I've done this kind of survey. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you single, taken or crushing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OOOOOOOHHH, can I say Im single and crushing? HAAA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you happy with your life now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yep! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When you meet the right person, do you fall in love with him fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know? It will take some time for me to like him first. HAAA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess not? Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you believe in some circumstances where cheating love is acceptable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't know? I don't understand the question, haaaa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Would you take someone back if he cheats on you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO, neverrrr! If he cheated means he cheated, full stop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever talk about marriage with another before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nope (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you want children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oooooooh, yes yes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How many?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want 4! One boy three girls :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Would you consider adoption?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't think so.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If someone likes you right now, what do you think is the best way to let you know his feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me know! Cause I know I won't confess first if I were to like someone. ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you enjoy getting into a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHA. How can you ask such things!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Be honest, what is the furthest thing you n your ex did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing? Lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you believe in love at the first sight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ooooh yes yes! If its for pretty stuff that is. If not, I don't think so. I need to know more about the guy first. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you romantic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHA, no laaaaaaaaa. I don't think so.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you believe you can change someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nope. Cause it depends if they themselves are willing to change.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you could married someone, where could it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the beach! (: Or in a palace or a castle!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Haaa. OHH! Maybe in a ship or a cruise also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you easily give in when you are fighting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No. HAHAHAHA. but it depends on the situation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you have feelings for someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes? Heeeheeeeeeeeee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Have you ever wished that you could have had someone but you messed it up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nope.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Have you ever broke a heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uh oh. Can I skip this question?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. If one day your best friend fall in love with the guy you are deeply in love with, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ummmm, thats not a question for me to answer. Its for the guy we're both in love with. Only he can decide huh. HAAA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Are you missing someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yep definitely! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you have to ask 5 of your friends to do this survey in their blogs. Write down their names in the list below. Tag them in their blog to let them know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent&lt;br /&gt;Francesca&lt;br /&gt;Meihao&lt;br /&gt;Azreen&lt;br /&gt;Nabila&lt;br /&gt;And oh what the heck, I want my sister to do this too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ooooohh, BBQ pictures will be updated later on, in like two or three more post. I've got like 9842738549 pictures to edit and upload and im tired laaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, take careeee. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115788724235481427?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115788724235481427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115788724235481427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115788724235481427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115788724235481427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/09/current-mood-bored-lazy-yet-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115751701855440813</id><published>2006-09-06T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T21:30:18.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current Mood: Exhausted + Sleepy + Happy; all at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Someone's Watching Over Me - Hilary Duff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeeeeeeeheeeeeeeee. I am not upset anymore, at least I don't think I am. And thanks to all those sweeties who asked me to cheer up and showed concern, i love you! Hahaha. Anyway, as promised, here's pictures of the outing I had with Vincent and Francescaaa. ((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC01647copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of Francesca with her halter top and her super micro miniskirt. Seeeeeeeeee! You can only see a tiny bit of the miniskirt so what's the point of wearing it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Vincent, being a pervert that he is (HAHA!), asked me to pull down her halter a little bit so that it would look like she's not wearing any bottoms and that she's wearing a super super shooort dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC01649copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADAAH! And oh, you can see my hand pulling her halter. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC01656copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Francesca couldn't resist the feeling of getting that booger out of her nose so she tried to do it privately but luckily, we managed to get it on camera! Nyehahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC01657copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she got humiliated already, sooooooo, Francesca decided not to pose for any more exclusive photos. Haaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went off to Spotlight after that cause I need to get some materials and heeeee, up next would be pretty pictures of me using that fairy hairband with VINCENT (!!!!). LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC01660copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ribbons frenzy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC01663copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the royal highness was once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC01665copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeeeeee! Nice right? Hahahahahahaha. And look at Vincent's smile. WA LAO! Why did he have to smile like that? Meihao burst out laughing uncontrollably when she saw it. Oh, and there's more to that smile later  on! HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC01666copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid queen stealing the princess's crown. Nyehahahaha. But the queen can take the cheapo crown which cost $12.90 while the princess takes the crystal one which cost $10000000000. Haaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC01667copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent suggested me taking a picture of the queen wearing that pair of leopard prints pants. And HAHAAAAA, I think she would look bloody hell funny if she really were to wear it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went off to eat at Burger King after that; mmm, yummy! (Asyraf's "mmm" trademark, HAAA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC01669copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC01670copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC01671copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, food. Asyraf must be drooling when he sees this. HAAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about primary school life while eating and Francesca is such a horrible person I tell you. Don't ever go out with her! Hahaaaaa. She burst out laughing and screaming loudly, thinking that she owns the place (Duh! She's the queen afterall!). And she made me and Vincent embarrassed with her sudden uncontrollable laughter and shrieking! So we pretended that we didn't know her. (: HAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't go anywhere else after eating, merely stayed on at Plaza Singapura cause we were debating over where to go and it was always a 2 to 1 situation. Haha. So we went off to take neoprints! (((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I was changing the money at the counter, Vincent managed to snap more exclusive pictures of the queen, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC01673copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC01674copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC01675copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC01676copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queen's infamous Beverly Twist! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are the neoprints,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/scan0009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/scan0008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHHH yes, bimbos definitely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/scan0007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks the Francesca, we got such a lame caption for that neoprint. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/scan0006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last picture, BOMBASTIC luhhhs! HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam whored a little after we took the neoprints and, psst, start looking out for Vincent's smile! HAHAAAAAAAAAA. ((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/31082006009copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queen and princess! &lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/31082006011copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PICTURE 1!&lt;/strong&gt; LOOK AT VINCENT'S SMILE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/31082006012copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid queen with her bimbo pose. HAHAA. And Vincent looks disgusted by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/31082006006copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PICTURE 2!&lt;/strong&gt; LOOK AT VINCENT'S SMILE LAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/31082006007copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PICTURE 3!&lt;/strong&gt; And &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;, he smiled like that continuously. &lt;strong&gt;HAAAAAA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CAN HEAR MEIHAO IN FITS OF LAUGHTER NOWWWW, HAHA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that, we roamed around Plaza Singapura and went home after that. Heeeheeeeee. I want more outings! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I think Im such a horrible person again. Its already 12.15 yet I still have not bathe and Im supposed to meet the rest at 1. HAHAAAAAAAAAAA. And Junkie just arrived and I stinkkkk. And OHHHH, she got scared by the cat again!! HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about the class BBQ in the next post. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to end it off, here's a pretty picture of the queen and meeee. HAAAAAAA. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC01679copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, love youuuu! &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115751701855440813?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115751701855440813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115751701855440813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115751701855440813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115751701855440813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/09/current-mood-exhausted-sleepy-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115746229484459169</id><published>2006-09-05T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T06:21:53.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WA LAOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I FEEL SO UPSET NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;AND I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO ANYONE LAA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115746229484459169?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115746229484459169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115746229484459169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115746229484459169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115746229484459169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/09/wa-laooooooooooo-i-feel-so-upset-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115734290711699387</id><published>2006-09-04T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T10:14:00.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current Mood: I-don't-know&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: You're All I Have - Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Im such a horrible person. Hahaaaaaa. I made Guan Hui wait for me for one and the half hour!! Hahahaha. Horrible right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to meet him at 1. But I ended up waking up at 1 with his call. Lol. And I took one and the half hours to prepare and get ready and finally met with him at Sheng Shiong. Anyway, we went shopping for the BBQ stuffs. We spent a whopping total of $90 over dollars plus some cents. And today, we are going to buy more stuffs like charcoal and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept grumbling once we were done with the shopping spree. I mean, I had to bring two gigantic, huge, enormous (okay, Im exaggerating) plastic bags home, who wouldn't grumble you tell me!! Lol. I met Meihao for our lunch date after that and Meihao, being such a nice friend, offered to help me carry one of the plastic bag. Okay, maybe she didn't really offer but I kept grumbling so she helped me to carry one of it cause she didn't want to listen to my grumbles. HAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to have lunch and Meihao puked out her Ice Lemon Tea when she saw Vincent's smile. HAHAHA. And she kept zooming in onto his face and burst out laughing uncontrollably. HAHAHA. Anyway, after that, Meihao came over to my house to watch a movie. We rented Bewitched and watched it over at my place. Bewitched is so humourous I tell you, you should really catch it! And that nose twitching thing is funnnnnnnnnnny. Me and Meihao started trying to twitch our nose while watching. Hahaaa. And we laughed hilariously plus loudly at that too. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/1600/bewitched.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/320/bewitched.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MUST WATCH! :D&lt;br /&gt;Heeheeeeeeeeeeee. Go watch, go watch, NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want moreeee movie watching at friends house!! I shall go to Meihao's house the next time round to go watch Yours, Mine and Ours. Weeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I've decided not to post up pictures of the Singapore Poly Tour and Fadly's birthday celebration anymore cause I think they are outdated already laaa. I'll post pictures of Vincent's goofy smile and Cesca's outrageous mini dress in the next post. HAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care people &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115734290711699387?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115734290711699387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115734290711699387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115734290711699387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115734290711699387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/09/current-mood-i-dont-know-current-music.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115721983670492609</id><published>2006-09-03T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T10:57:16.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current Mood: Super freaking happpppppppy. (((((((((((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: I Write Sins Not Tragedies - Panic! at the Disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/1600/tinkerbell1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/320/tinkerbell1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super super super happpppppppy lahs. I just bought this pretty Tinkerbell charm! :D Tell me its pretty lahhhs. I've bought another 2 more Tinkerbells and a unicorn. Super adorable lahs, cannot stand them! Can't wait for them to arrive. I think I've just splurged on these charms plus some other stuffs. And I've got Asyraf his birthday present alreadyyy. No more late-night-hunting for stuffs! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, Im bored, bored, bored and I've got no plans yet for the holidays. I've got 2 movie dates already; one for Lovewrecked and another one for Monster House. Anyone still up for movies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Someone go watch Devil wear Prada with me lahhs!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeheeeeeeeee. I'll upload the rest of the photographs of Fadly's birthday and Singapore Poly trip tomorrow :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care people! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; I think there are so many two-faced bitches in this world. Don't you agree? I mean, if you want to gossip about someone or not happy with him/her, why can't you just tell them straight in the face instead of bitching behind people's backs and let the person affected be miserable? Heartless freaks. Heeheeeeeee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115721983670492609?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115721983670492609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115721983670492609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115721983670492609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115721983670492609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/09/current-mood-super-freaking.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115711055353128921</id><published>2006-09-01T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T05:02:11.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current Mood: Delighted! :D&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: The Extra Mile - Laura Pausin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, the long awaited Malaysia trip photos. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image007copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image015copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister and meee in car. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image010copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image008copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister and mum. My sister is a sleeping beauty i tell you. She kept sleeping and refused to wake up. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image018copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis, me and mum. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image017copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waterfall was so prettayeee. Too bad I couldn't take a picture with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image020copy-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting directory; all messed up into one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we went to Tesco which is like Malaysia's version of Giant and shopped. We didn't really shopped for clothes or anything, more to shampoos and other necessities. It was really boring there as they had no nice things to buy. And after that, we made our way to my grandfather's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the solemnization ceremony first and the dinner itself was the next day. My aunt was looking all pretty and everything. I wasn't used to a&lt;em&gt; kampong&lt;/em&gt; wedding but it doesn't really have that much difference. The only thing is that the kampong people are more &lt;em&gt;kecoh&lt;/em&gt; (noisier) and like very &lt;em&gt;mak-nenek&lt;/em&gt; like that. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image042copy-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image046copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image050copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pretty brideeee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image048copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image051copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the cats wanted to see the ceremony too so they decided to dropped in and when they find the ceremony boring, they started to fool around at the &lt;em&gt;pelamin&lt;/em&gt;. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image054copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what my sister and my cousins were doing outside; they either play PSP, listen to MP3 or smoke. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image067copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image090copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's father&lt;em&gt; againnnnnnn&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image061copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt, uncle and mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image086copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had kompang at a solemnization ceremony. Cool eh? Cause usually in Singapore, there wouldn't be any kompang group playing. And too bad there's no hot guys inside. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image075copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image078copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had fireworks at the ceremony!! Imagine that. They were sooo pretty lahs, lighting up the night sky. I want fireworks at my wedding too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image096copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousins! and a sister of course. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image093copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let my cousin hold a camera again. HAHA. He takes at bad angles and blur shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image101copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousins shot! I look so tall. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we went back to our hotel after that. The younger ones get the beds while the older ones have to sleep on the floor with the sleeping bags and blankets or whatever. I, being the 3rd youngest one, gets the bed! YAY. It pays to be younger than the others, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image103copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image012copy-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our room has this splendid view of the sea, of course it isn't that splendid as those you see in hotel brochures but it was really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we got ready and headed off to the community center where the event will be held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was scorching reallllllly hot so we got in the car and we switched on the air conditioner. Before that, I was complaining and grumbling about the heat and all and had a really irritated attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/19082006004copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/19082006002copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin and me. She's super adorable lah and she's only 11!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/19082006007copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist putting this up; my dress looks so pretty, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image109copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride and groom. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image110copy-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the kompang group again. I think they play much much more nicer than our school's one. Haha. And they have so many different tunes and rhythms, not like our school where its always the same old one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, my uncle treated to every one of us ice creams, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image111copy-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt and grandfather. He looks so cute eating the ice cream, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image112copy-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and uncle. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their ice cream cones are like the cutest thing on earth. Its those 3 shaped cones so you put 3 scoops of ice cream in a pyramid sort of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back the very same day after the event. Actually, we were supposed to go back the next day but something happened so we went back that day. We stopped by Tesco to do some shopping again and started our journey back home. Reach Singapore at 1am like that eh and we got caught for smuggling bubblegum in. Hahaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to end this post, here's two pictures of a TO DIE FOR slice of cake.&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;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC01403copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC01404copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its super thick righhhhhhhhhhhhht? It was like 2 1/2 inches thick!!! Damn bloody thick lah and so freaking cheap. It cost RM5.50 which is only like $2.3913043!! LOL. And its so heavenly also. Mine was Triple Chocolate Fudge. And the best part is, it was from Secret Recipe! Now tell me, where in Singapore can you get a Secret Recipe cake for $2.40 only and that thick?! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeheeeeee, and that's the long awaited entry which I was supposed to post up like 2 weeks ago. Heh ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog again laterrrrrrrrrrrr. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115711055353128921?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115711055353128921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115711055353128921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115711055353128921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115711055353128921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/09/current-mood-delighted-d-current-music.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115695054375813653</id><published>2006-08-30T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T08:11:05.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't understand guys these days. They want to pick fights at just the slightest things. And they are getting soooooo petty. What's up with a girl being close to a guy? We are maintaining a healthy relationship what! As in, we are just good friends. But nooo, you got to get it all wrong and started blaming your friend- your F R I E N D , FRIEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys these days are so unreasonable. And Im getting all sorts of psychos to admire me just like what Asyraf said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you do that to your friend? How can you call your own friend a flirt ass? For goodness sake, are you dumb or dumb? He's your friend yet you treated him this way! DUMBASS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right, if I were to like him, I would have long admitted it! Why would I keep quiet and let myself be miserable, seeing him with other girls? Get this straight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I DO NOT LIKE ANYONE NOR DO I WANT TO BE IN ANY RELATIONSHIP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrr. Im pissed off real bad. &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115695054375813653?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115695054375813653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115695054375813653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115695054375813653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115695054375813653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-dont-understand-guys-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115686079297996089</id><published>2006-08-29T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T07:13:13.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH GOSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;nyehahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i left meihao on the phone alone&lt;br /&gt;cause i was talking with another person on another line.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115686079297996089?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115686079297996089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115686079297996089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115686079297996089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115686079297996089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-goshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115661914413729714</id><published>2006-08-27T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T12:17:06.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current Mood: Happy + Tired&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Too Little Too Late - Jojo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, looking back at all the primary school photos really brings up good memories. I was clearing my folder as it was filled with god knows what pictures and I came across all the past photos. Oh how I miss Xinmin Primary with all those good times we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back about it, I really would like to go back to the past and relive the moment again. We had so much fun then; bitching and backstabbing each other, fighting about nonsensical stuffs and all those time we spent going to Heartland Mall after school to take neoprints. Awwwwwwww, I want to cry now that I've thought of the past. I really missed themmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've realized how much people have change. Their appearances definitely changed, becoming a more pretty/handsome person but some had attitude changes too. Don't get me wrong, attitude changes are good; &lt;em&gt;only if they did change for the better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thought I had some fun by comparing the photographs of now and then and spotting the differences and similarities between them. I had so much fun editing them, and I burst into fits of laughter after I saw the end results. And oh, don't get offended please. This is clearly just for fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* For larger pics, double click on the picture. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll start off with &lt;strong&gt;Francesca&lt;/strong&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/1600/franceedit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/320/franceedit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No changes for her face and no changes for her height either, HAHA! Attitude is still the same except that there's a tinge of bitchiness. More matured also and still falling in love and getting hurt that easily. Her hair is so much more neater now rather than last time, where it looked like a bowl of maggi mee; hahaaaaaaaa. I wonder what Vincent was thinking when he said that her hair looks like a lion recently. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S THE QUEEN, IM THE PRINCESS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to &lt;strong&gt;Vincent&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/1600/vincentedit.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/320/vincentedit.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows how many times this bitching partner of mine changed his spectacles. He looks really different though with those thick specs, much lesser of a nerd than those silver-framed glasses. HAHA! He has been chopping his hair for God knows how many times and to tell you the truth, I don't see the difference at all. His way of styling his hair now is much nicer really, rather than those ugly side-partings or center-partings he used to have. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for his attitude change, I don't really think there's any except that like his dear glutton, he has become more bitchier and he has grown to be such a nice friend. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooh, how do I love Vincent. I can tell him my problems and everything and I always knew I could count on him. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, my dear brotherrr, &lt;strong&gt;Asyraf&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/1600/asyrafedit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/320/asyrafedit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/1600/vincentedit.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked like such a goofball last time, hahahaha! I vaguely remember he was the referee for either one of my class matches or another class and I think he was that referee kayu. HAHA. Anyhow give red card. We are girls playing soccer eh, obviously must give us chance right even though we play like &lt;em&gt;lintang-pukang&lt;/em&gt; like that. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks nicer without the glasses (definitely!) and I can't decide whether he looks better with that spiky hair of his or that flat one. And ohhh, he looks much hotter now right and I think someone would agree with meeee *lalalaa*. And I think my dear brother here is anorexic (haha!) cause he's like damn, super skinny now even though he disagrees with me. I think he was much fatter last time, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's a stick definitely cause if I give him a poke, he'll go tumbling down! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, enough of all this already. I seriously need my beauty sleep now, considering it's 2.50am in the morning and I have to wake up at 9 for tomorrow's wedding banquet. I seem to be attending so many weddings of my cousins and dad's/mum's friends that I really wonder when would it be my turn to get married, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought of making more comparisons of my other friends but Im far tooo tired already. Oh well, there's always a next time! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams people! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i feel so blessed. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115661914413729714?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115661914413729714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115661914413729714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115661914413729714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115661914413729714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/08/current-mood-happy-tired-current-music.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115658638216196293</id><published>2006-08-26T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T02:59:42.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current Mood: Chirpy&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Where'd you go - Fort Minor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I owe you guys lots of pictures. Have not been updating my blog with pictures and I think its rotting without pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of you have been asking me why I put a password in my blog. Well, I think the answer pretty simple right? Some idiot had been invading into my personal space. And that idiot happens to be the brother of a friend of mine. Also, I want to limit my blog to certain people only. I don't want just anyone reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll post up the pictures of my Malaysia trip, Singapore Poly tour and Fadly's birthday party in my next post. Thought I would have the time post them up now but Im running late for my dinner date with Meihao. Got to get reaaaaaaaaaady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you people. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115658638216196293?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115658638216196293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115658638216196293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115658638216196293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115658638216196293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/08/current-mood-chirpy-current-music.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115633844542196628</id><published>2006-08-23T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T06:20:46.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im getting more and more pissed off each week everytime I watch Singapore Idol. No, it's not because of the Idols but because of all these friends of mine, whom I think, went too overboard already. Take note of the word &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; it's not just 1 person Im talking about but a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, who are you to say all that things about Joakim? Do you even know him? No, right? Then just shut your mouth up lah! I mean seriously, unless you know him that well, then you are fit to make all that comments about him. If not, who are you to judge him? Who are you to say that "He sucks" and yadayadayada? He's a human too, spare some thought for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, if you want Joakim to go and die, then take a gun and shoot him lahs! What's the point of telling me he's going to die when he isn't? You're telling me tomorrow he's going to be found dead, lying on the ground? Only goondus would think getting eliminated have the same meaning as die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, STOP COMING UP TO ME AND SAY "HAHAHA, YOUR JOAKIM SUCKS LAH. BOO. CONFIRM OUT" or whatever shit. Firstly, he's not MINE. What's up with that "Your Joakim, YOUR Joakim"? So what if I support him? Why do you have to come up to me and tell me "Joakim blah blah"? Nothing better to do is it? Go get a freaking life lah! What's the point of telling me all that? It doesn't serve any purpose right! You're only making the situation worse. As in, you're only finding fault with me just because of an Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, when Joakim doesn't get eliminated, some of you will come to me saying "Idiot Joakim, kick all the good singers out". Tell me for what?!?!?! Tell that to the fans who actually vote for him lah! You've only got yourself to blame for not voting him/her in! Asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, stop blaming Joakim already. It's seriously not his fault. He's already trying his best, shaking off the media and taking in criticisims into consideration. Put yourself in his shoes lah! You think you're so good, why don't you go up there and perform? You can do a better job right? Then go lah! He has feelings too just like you. He's not some doll where you can poke and bully and let it be slapped around just because you don't like it. And his fans clearly is not to blame. Singapore Idol itself says we should "Vote for our favourites". So what the hell is up with them when all the good singers are out then they change their voting phrase to "Vote for talents, not your favourites"? Stupid right! You're contradicting yourself. You ask us to vote for our favourites and when we do and the good singers go out, you blame us saying we don't vote for talents. We're voting for our favourites and so happens that our favourite is Joakim what so we're doing exactly what you are saying! Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackass people. Go screw yourself if you're so smart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115633844542196628?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115633844542196628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115633844542196628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115633844542196628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115633844542196628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-getting-more-and-more-pissed-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115573483327984759</id><published>2006-08-16T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T06:27:13.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/awaycopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No updates till Im back, sorry! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: Happy birthday Vincent and Lynette! &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115573483327984759?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115573483327984759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115573483327984759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115573483327984759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115573483327984759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-updates-till-im-back-sorry-d-ps.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115548587351537414</id><published>2006-08-14T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T01:21:15.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh WOOWEE! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIVERPOOL WON THE COMMUNITY SHIELD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEY BEAT CHELSEA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOOWEE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had a nice chat and game with Asyraf just now while watching. &lt;strong&gt;(See! You should feel honoured I mentioned you in my post; HAHA)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then people.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: Happy birthday Mummy! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115548587351537414?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115548587351537414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115548587351537414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115548587351537414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115548587351537414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-woowee-d-liverpool-won-community.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115544725792448223</id><published>2006-08-13T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T22:34:17.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lots to blog about but I'll update later! Off to watch Raise Your Voice now! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The previous post is removed because Im feeling happy already and I shall not dwell on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PPS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; For my sake, can you please don't find trouble and stop whatever you're planning to do? Im tired of all this already, really..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115544725792448223?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115544725792448223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115544725792448223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115544725792448223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115544725792448223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/08/lots-to-blog-about-but-ill-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115530752157797318</id><published>2006-08-11T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T06:36:16.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Post removed. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115530752157797318?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115530752157797318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115530752157797318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115530752157797318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115530752157797318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/08/post-removed.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115515904802940277</id><published>2006-08-10T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T14:57:21.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rah rah rah! I feel so hyper now, even though its 3.53 in the morning and Im updating my blog! See! Im such a good person. I've specially stayed up to update for those who have been asking me to update. You better give me sweets okayyy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;040806&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bugis with Junkie, Renie, Nabila and Fatin. Junkie wanted to go get her bag so the rest of us just tagged along. Crapped a lot in the bus and took crappppy pictures. Haha. And me and Renie got all excited when the bus drove past a gay hotel. It practically stated there "Gay World" in big fonts and bright neon colours. Hahaaaaaaaaaa. I guess the both of us were shocked to see a gay hotel in Singapore for the very first time in our lifes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image056copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got too addicted into playing PSP; heh! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renie and Nabila fiddled with my camera and they took funny pictures lahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image076copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renie with her goofy grin and Nabilaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image080copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Renie got tired of that goofy grin so she decided to snap a picture of herself digging her nose and Nabila looking shocked that Renie did such a thing; haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image079copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That lady in black behind us was a little insane I guess. She got paranoid and thought we were taking pictures of her (Like why the hell would we) so she and her friend changed seats. After that, she whipped out her phone and it looked as if she were taking our pictures as a form of revenge. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And presenting to you, Renie with her famous monkey face!! :D&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;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image083copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;050806&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Flag Day today. It was alright I guess, just that lesser and lesser people were willing to donate. We went to Tampines to ask for donations and there's like other organizations and schools all around. How to compete for donations like that? Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I met a bunch of weird people that day. I couldn't remember some of them though. There was this Malay lady standing near a coffeeshop so I approached her with my sweetest smile (HAHA!) and asked nicely whether she would like to donate; And guess what she did? She burped right in front of me!! How disgusting can it get? So rude also can. People asked for donation then she burp. Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Junkie had to rush down from Flag Day to the Debates Prize Presentation after that. Super cool lahhhs; we won 2nd Runner Up! Wooweeee :D We won ourselves an individual trophy and $60 worth of Kinokuniya voucher. They should have given us $60 cash instead; heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Debates31copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture was taken during the Semi-Finals with CHIJ St Theresa's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image084copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Prize Presentation with our trophies. Too bad Serene wasn't there. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got other debates pictures of us though but I shall not post them up as I look horribly retarded. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;060806&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syafiq came over to my house today; super adorable lah he! I haven't seen him for such a long time already. He's such a big boy now but still as cute as everr! :D You'll melt I tell you if you were to see him. And I can hear you go "Awwwwww" when you see his pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image004copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image013copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the fact that I look horribly retarded; look at Syafiq instead! So adorableee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image012copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syafiq and his sister, Syafirah. They will become Colgate models one day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image006copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image016copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he the most adorable thing you've ever seen in your life? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;070806&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debates Prize Presentation at school today as we had to give the team trophy to Mr Chia and receive our Individual trophy. Other than that, nothing much happened except that we had a looooooooooooong rehearsal for National Day's Concert up till 6 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image003copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look retarded; but I put it up for the fun of it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;080806&lt;u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image112copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEIHAO! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Day's concert was superb. I was kind of nervous when I had to explain Junkie's costume though. I kept freaking myself out backstage; hahaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image088copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us on stageeeee. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image019copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Min and Suriani. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image020copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nora and Junkieee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image090copy-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one with the orange pants is my dearest Fatty dancing! Hahaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to Renie with her "good" photography skills, all the pictures were blur! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Junkie went to Nabila's house to do my hair first before meeting up with Meihao, Jolyn and Alicia at Gelare to eat ice cream. We spent quite a long time there as I wet-ted my shirt so I had to blow dry it and everything. We were late to meet the rest so we told them to eat first. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to take neoprints and fooled around in the neoprint machine. Stupid fatty (Jolyn) took the neoprints home so I couldn't scan them and post it up. &gt;:( Ran into Azreen after that. We chatted a while and took pictures after that. Too bad Asyraf wasn't there cause we took a primary school friends photograph with Khai in it. He should have been inside also lahhhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image025copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday girl and meeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image029copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's Meihao taking off her halter. Hahaaaaaaaaaa; so hilarious. That was actually another candid shot of her that I wanted to post up but she deleted it. Boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image033copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, Meihao loves this shot of Fatty. LOL. She said that she looked like some adorable thing, praying or feeling afraid or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image110copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest fatty and meeeeeeeeeeee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image111copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia and meeeeeeeeeee. I look awfully retarded in it. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image104copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posed by myself like an idiot while the rest were fooling around in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image105copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, a nice shot of us but Fatty was feeling too shy for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image036copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princesses! Me and Azreen. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image038copy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junkie, me and Azreeeeeeen. lovesloves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image040copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brings back the primary school memories. Khai is so tall nowww; even Liyana is shorter! Taking into consideration the fact that Liyana was taller than him during primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Junkie met up with Fatin to shop for Fatin's sister present leaving me, Meihao and Alicia alone. We slacked and chill around at Mcdonalds. Meihao's interested in the guy working at the ice cream counter; HAHA! Supposed to go to town to celebrate Meihao's birthday but it was postponed cause we were so tired. I had to bring around a plastic bag with 3 pairs of shoes inside and Meihao had to lunge a big plastic bag with her costumes and stuffs inside. I guess we'll be going to town this Saturday to go shooooooooop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image035copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image042copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret shots of the birthday girl. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image043copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia feeling sad that *Ahem Ahem* didn't msged her; HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I chopped off my hair that day! Hahaaaaaaa. Not exactly chop lahhs (I was just exaggerating), I only trimmed it and cut my fringe. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;090806&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I occupied my time today with watching teevee and playing PSP. Didn't went out cause I was too lazy. Iniatially, I wanted to go catch the fireworks but didn't in the end. Other than that, I just slacked around and chill. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then people, sweet dreams! &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image034copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115515904802940277?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115515904802940277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115515904802940277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115515904802940277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115515904802940277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/08/rah-rah-rah-i-feel-so-hyper-now-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115496035409714086</id><published>2006-08-07T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T07:19:14.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay okay, I know I've promised to updatee but im tired lahhhhhhhhs.&lt;br /&gt;I double promise I'll update tomorrow with lots of pictures! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found out something; some pervertic admirer stole my picture and kept it in his handphone! Like &lt;strong&gt;what the $&amp;#(%)$*@!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, do watch out for the concert tomorrow; i think it'll be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet dreams people! &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: My handphone bill exploded! &lt;em&gt;*whineeeeeeeees*&lt;/em&gt; That means my allowance would be cut down. Boohoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115496035409714086?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115496035409714086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115496035409714086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115496035409714086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115496035409714086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/08/okay-okay-i-know-ive-promised-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115486473808276531</id><published>2006-08-06T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T04:48:16.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to updateeee; but I feel so lazy.&lt;br /&gt;I'll update tomorrow, promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to watch Cow Belles now. Love youuu &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115486473808276531?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115486473808276531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115486473808276531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115486473808276531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115486473808276531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-want-to-updateeee-but-i-feel-so-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115469669391355087</id><published>2006-08-04T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T06:04:53.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to &lt;em&gt;cry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so &lt;em&gt;miserable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don't know why.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115469669391355087?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115469669391355087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115469669391355087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115469669391355087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115469669391355087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-want-to-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115435656846573980</id><published>2006-07-31T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T07:36:08.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im over-ly exhausted. I slept at 4am last night doing my Infocomm's project and when I brought it to school today, the bloody cd couldn't work. Like what the &lt;a href="mailto:%*$@%*$"&gt;%*$@%*$&lt;/a&gt;! I got so pissed off so I was in such a bad mood that I shouted and grumbled a looooooooooot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to continue working on it now. No one's online to accompany me to listen to my grumbles and complaints. Sad. Doughnut monster don't know disappear where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ive come up with some rules in my life that I have to follow with effect from 1st August 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- No more hanging out at malls after school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- No more copying of homework; rather I should do them myself unless I realllly don't know how to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Improve on Mathematics.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Go on a diet to save money. (HAHA!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Stay at home and don't go out unless there's a special occasion.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Use the computer on alternate days and not every day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- BE A GOOD GIRL! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love you all! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: I found out something today. OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!&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/26165206-115435656846573980?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115435656846573980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115435656846573980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115435656846573980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115435656846573980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-over-ly-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115423677009173788</id><published>2006-07-30T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T22:19:30.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so happy. I went shopping with Meihao and Alicia yesterday at Bugis. We ended up buying 6 &lt;strong&gt;Fox&lt;/strong&gt; tops, 2 each for the three of us and I bought another &lt;strong&gt;Forever21&lt;/strong&gt; top. We bought them at such a steal!! And I've got so much things I want to buy at Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meihao is in love with stripes.&lt;br /&gt;Alicia loves tank tops and cardigans.&lt;br /&gt;And I adore polka dots and lacey stuffs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wheeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost at the debates semi-finals. So &lt;em&gt;depressing&lt;/em&gt;. I wanted to cry but I didn't. But at least, overall, Miss Lim said we did well. :D And its not the end of the world yet. There's still SRJC debates and the interclass debates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, whenever its the starting of a debate, I'll always feel so nervous and have butterflies in my stomach. But as the debate starts progressing, I'll start to get furious and when its my turn, I'll just let out everything. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing to blog &lt;em&gt;aboutttt&lt;/em&gt;. Im boreddd. Its a Sunday and Im&lt;strong&gt; stuck at home&lt;/strong&gt;. Someone entertain me please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a tribute to finish for the Infocomm competition.&lt;em&gt; Crappp&lt;/em&gt;; and &lt;strong&gt;its due tomorrow!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog again &lt;em&gt;realllly&lt;/em&gt; soon when Im &lt;strong&gt;enlightened &lt;/strong&gt;with something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your day people! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115423677009173788?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115423677009173788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115423677009173788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115423677009173788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115423677009173788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-feel-so-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115400538598110237</id><published>2006-07-27T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T06:05:12.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH CRAP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Guess what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I failed my maths again, lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had Mother Tongue, Geography and Home Economics test just now. Quite alright lahhs and this marks the end of CA3! Wheeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I went bonkers at school today. I mean, I mixed up all my words and tenses; i don't even know what I was saying! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one, I was talking to Renie about X Men 3 and Filzah was listening in our conversation. Renie was talking about the part where Professor X and Jean died so I wanted to say "Yeah. The part where Jean died also I cried". Guess what it turns out to be?&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;"Yeah. The part where Jean cried also I died!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what the hell. What was I thinking? Lol. Filzah burst out laughing non stop and Renie was like half laughing, half don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing was when I was asking Filzah some questions about Geography. So I was pointing to this particular paragraph in the textbook and wanted to ask Filzah, "You got memorize this part?" and guess how it turned out,&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;"You got memory this part?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Don't know what I was thinking, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I was mumbling and memorizing Home Economics notes so there's this part where Im asking myself what's the source for Vitamin (insert A,B,C,D,E here) and I said "Sardines with eggs" instead of "Sardines with bones". Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine, the third one is not that funny but Junkie bursted out into laughter after Ive said that. I love the first one though! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YAYE! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Joakim is safe and coming back for the next round!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going to the Causeway Point roadshow this Saturday; woowee! And I have debates before that. Super crappy. It's the semi-finals already. I want to win it but I don't want to go up the stage to debate for the finals! *whineeeees*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES, i love to scream at people cause I always get my way. HAHA! That's what Fat Jo said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHI HUI AND FIONA! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovesloves. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115400538598110237?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115400538598110237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115400538598110237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115400538598110237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115400538598110237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-crap-guess-what-i-failed-my-maths.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115374685726196922</id><published>2006-07-24T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T06:35:05.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CA3 is just tomorrow and I still have not prepare myself. Screw mathematics, I think Im gonna flunk it. Graphs made a mess in my head and it is so confusing. Filzah taught me some of it though so I hope I can get it right tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, everyone returned my ethnic costume just now except for Alicia and Jermaine so I had to carry 4 big bags of clothes inside. I was so irritated and I was looking so "aunty" carrying so much stuffs so I decided to cabbed home. I was super tired also so I didn't care. I have to stop taking cabs everywhere or my allowance is going to burn up due to all these cab fares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened today except that I teased Cheri with the fake Alicia when we were going home. Cheri was blushing already but she acted like she didn't care. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEA! And Asyraf keep saying that I sleep a lot and that I always take afternoon naps. Lol. Where got lahs? Its just that I was really, really tired today until I cannot tahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dickson and Samuel bullied me todayyy! *whineeeeeeeees* They stole my breakfast or rather recess food, and hide it in between them. And they stole my chicken patty too. Lol. I had to go over them and scream and beat them until they returned it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll never eating the noodles at Muslim Noodles anymore. Im so boycotting it. Guess what I found when I was eating my bowl of noodles? A HAIR! YES, A STRAND OF HAIR. I was so disgusted that I lost my appetite and made a vow that I'll never eat the food there again except for the french fries and hotdogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolyn Chia + Jo** Chia = A baby daughter named Jojo Chia. LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115374685726196922?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115374685726196922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115374685726196922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115374685726196922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115374685726196922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/07/ca3-is-just-tomorrow-and-i-still-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115358123852743125</id><published>2006-07-22T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T06:09:57.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of updates. I was busy preparing debates and I had a lot of homework to catch up on hence the lack of updates. I'll try give a summary of what I did these past few days. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday 170706&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infocomm was cancelled and school ended early due to O' Level Mother Tongue Listening or something. Me, Junkie, Nabila, Renie, Fatin and Ardila didn't know what to do so we all decided to crash Nabila's house. Hahaa. Poor thing. Anyway, Ardila and Nabila did my hair. They straightened it and I felt like how I felt during the Arts Fiesta performance where everyone was fussing over me and helping me do my hair and make-up. So cool. Nabila straightened Renie's hair also and we've got a new female Paul Twohill! Lol! We did her hair exactly just like him and the hairstyle look quite similar and Renie was sort of grumbling away. Haha. Sorry lah dear. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that, I went to Tampines to get my polka dotted skirt and hair band; YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/17072006001copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/17072006002copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Twohill look a like! Hahaaa; cute lahs Renie. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/17072006003copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflection, reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/17072006008copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had nothing better to do so I took a picture of my ponytail after it was straightened, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday 180706&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much, it was such a crappy day. I had to take the test on the UNSW English thingy and that's basically it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday 190706&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see the Judo Finals for our school at Yio Chu Kang Stadium today. Super cool lahs the atmosphere. Everyone was like screaming and cheering away and my throat hurts after cheering for them. The Judo C' girls did our school proud by winning the Gold award. Renie was fantastic lahhs; first time I see her fight. :D Lots of pictures taken to as I brought my digital camera along but Im too lazy + tired to upload them here so for those who wants to see, head on down to Renie's blog. Oh yeah, while waiting for the prize presentation which was at the end after all the matches had ended, Me, Junkie, Nabila, Fatin and Renie headed down to YCK Squash and Tennis courts where there is this cafe. The cafe was like super nice and the things were all so cheap. They had games on the table like Reversi, and this Marble + Pick Up stick kind of game. Best of all, they even had a pool table and you can play pool there for FREE! Nice righht?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday 200706&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh this is the day for me to remember where for the first time, I walked out in a debate. Lol. I didn't expected myself to do it also; its just that I couldn't take it anymore! I wasn't speaking on that day and so is Junkie so that leaves Cheri, Jolyn and Filzah speaking. We were against 2E4 and the motion was "This house would force fast food companies to compensate for damaging their customers' health". We were the proposition. Anyway, before the start of the debate, Jermaine, Jocelyn, Alicia and me went to my house to pick out costumes for Racial Harmony Day. We cabbed down to my house as we scared that we couldn't make it back to school on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house turned into a changing room and sort of a fashion runway where the 3 of them tried on different clothes and they modelled it. Haha. I wore my cheongsam too cause Alicia and Jermaine forced me to wear and show them. Haha. Super nice lahhhs. After that, we cabbed down back to school, dropping off Jocelyn at her house and Jermaine at Hougang Point. Me and Alicia were a little late for debates and Alicia was the chairperson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at the start already, I was sort of not happy with my opponents especially with one of them. I was pissed off with Darren too who was the adjunicator and also my fellow school debates team member. He was like picking on me all the time and kept shouting at me so I was so peeved by him. He sort of favoured Nigel who was from 2E4 too. Nigel was making all kinds of faces to me, showing that we would lose and they would win. I got frustrated with him because Darren didn't even noticed he was making fun of me yet he could shout at me. Idiot. When Cheri was about to speak, she was looking all panicky so I mouthed some encouraging words to her and Darren, the big buffalo shouted at me and told me to shut up. Like wtf? I wasn't even talking! I was mouthing. It was the final straw for me so I just stormed off and ran to the toilet. I started to cry in the toilet; i didn't even know why I did that. Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junkie was banging on the cubicle door for me to get out but I was stubborn and ignored and continued crying. Cheri then went into another cubicle and climbed in to my cubicle and comforted me. She walked off from the debates also and after like 10 minutes or so, she had to go back to the classroom. Meihao then followed what Cheri did and climbed into the cubicle I was in also. She comforted me and hugged me and told me not to care about the big buffalo. I was so pissed off yet miserable at the same time. Miss Tan and Miss Chia came into the toilet after a while and asked me what happened. I told them or rather, cried out to them about the big buffalo's unfairness and his bias-ness. They told me to relax and they would sort the whole thing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea what they did to him though so I just wiped my tears off and when back to the classroom. I watched them debates, ignoring the eyes of my opponents. Kak Suriani and Serene gave me hugs too and told me I wasn't at wrong and it was Darren who had gone over his top. I shouted at him after the debate and told him I didn't want to talk to him every again. But in the end, at night, he apologized to him over MSN and I forgave him because I wasn't that angry anymore and for the sake of the debate competition today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday 210706&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Racial Harmony Day! I was so excited as my whole class would be wearing ethnic clothes and it would be the first time we did that. Mdm Tan made it compulsory for us to wear so me and my other Malay friends had to bring costumes for the others to borrow. I went to Nabila's house early in the morning to prepare. Junkie and Fatin went too but Fatin wasn't going to wear ethnic costume. Me and Junkie were going to were cheongsams; mine was pink and Junkie's was red. Nabila did my hair for me, super YAY! I shall officially announced that Nabila is my professional hairstylist! She will help me do my hair for any special events, heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were late to meet Daniel, Marcus, Bryan, Jermaine, Jolyn, Alicia under 928 block as we took up too much time preparing. We wanted to walk into school together cause we didn't want people to stare. Haha. It was so colourful and people were all wearing traditional costumes. Super nice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw hot people, haha! Actually only 2 but I avoided their stares and pretended that I didn't saw them. Haha. Met up with the rest of the 2E1 people and everyone was looking so pretty! Some of us couldn't sit in our class rows at the parade square due to the costumes we were wearing so we stood at the Humanities Wall. Anyway, after that, we went back to class and started to cam-whore. Wooo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC00542copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC00543copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC00563copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class of 2E1! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/21072006copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/21072006001copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoochie, smooochiie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/21072006002copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/21072006003copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia and me! (: Hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC00546copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filzah, Junkie, me and Ziana. I LOVE themmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC00549copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest Cheri and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC00551copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheri playing with my eyeliner, Alicia and Jolyn don't know doing what, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC00554copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filzah and me; super sweeeeeeeeeeeeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC00555copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ziana and me; my "LOOK OUT FOR HOT GUYS" partner. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC00557copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Jermaine and Jing Ying. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC00559copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC00560copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia and me again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC00564copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC00565copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT GUYS of 2E1. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC00568copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT BABES of 2E1. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC00570copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Daniel and Dickson. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Lau came to our class later on to look at our costumes for the Best Dressed contest. She took down my names and Ke Jun's. We were told to go down to the General Office later on at 10.15. I was late to go down as we were taking pictures. I went down with Alicia and she waited for me. They took pictures of all those with nice costumes and later on, Miss Lau and Mdm Chua look at us and picked out around 8 girls and 8 boys to go inside the General office. I got picked and so was Alicia who wasn't even in; haha. They took photos of us again and then started examining and judging us. They were like looking at us from top to bottom and ask us to twirl around and everything. Haha. It seems as if we're in a beauty contest, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC00571copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us in the General Office. Sorry for the bad picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Alicia didn't have time to go for recess by the time they were finished so we went to just grabbed something from the canteen and bring it up to the hall. Miss Lau came to look for me and told me that I won the Best Dressed Pair/Couple with Zi Yang from 3A1 or 3A2. I was super shocked cause I didn't expect to win! Furthermore, it was the Best Dressed Pair/Couple category. Lol. We were the chinese-looking couple lahs. Hui Li from 4E2 won the Best Dressed Female with her Indian costume and Rizal from 3A2 won the Best Dressed Male with his Punjabi suit. We were all looking so pretty and we took more pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a drama club for somewhere to put up a skit for us for the concert and after that, we had the prize presentation ceremony. Rizal went up first and then Hui Li and after that, it was our turn. I was so nervous already. I was practically trembling cause everybody would be looking at us lahs. Anyway, Maisarah who was the emcee for the day called out our names and we went up. She asked Zi Yang two questions. First question was "Whats your secret?" and the second question that made everybody laugh was "When's your wedding date?" LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/21072006004copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/21072006005copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/21072006006copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/21072006007copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing for the camera; woowee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School ended then and my feet were hurting already cause my heels were killing me. I took them off and walked around school barefooted. LOL! I had to stay for debates after school though so I couldn't go out! :( We took class pictures (So pretty!) but some people were missing. I love 2E1 lahs! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC00579copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunks of 2E1. I took such a nice picture of them. Look at what Marcus did when he took ours,&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;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC00580copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blur,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC00581copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More blurness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC00582copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more blurness + we weren't ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC00583copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the only decent looking picture of us. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC00586copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC00587copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2E1, 2E1, all the way! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC00589copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Ke Jun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC00588copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this full-length shot of ours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC00590copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ke Jun, Mdm Tan and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC00591copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ke Jun, Mdm Tan, me, Junkie and Cheri. Lovesloves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC00592copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC00593copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my sugarlicious princess, MEIHAO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC00594copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renyi and me! Smile smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC00596copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkeybutt and meeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC00600copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ardila and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC00603copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovable Fat Jo and me, heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC00604copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face looks so oily lahs due to the heat and the running around the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debates was alright and we discussed and prepared ourselves and everything. Cheri was there to help us and Serene my mother couldn't make it. Junkie went to my house after that to continue to work on our debates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC00611copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren looks so stressed out and Hong Cherh is camera shy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC00613copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/DSC00612copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Junkie is too short to write on the higher part of the whiteboard, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Thanks to all the dears who complimented me and wrote me testimonials + smses! :D Love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today 220706&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mayor Debate Series was today and as usual I was late to meet at Anderson Junior College. Haha. It was alright. In the end, we lost 1 and won 1 cause there were two rounds. The motion was "This house would prosecute sports figures for doping" and we were both the proposition and opposition. Thanks to those who had help me with my points, Cheri and Asyraf mainly. But Asyraf was merely crapping around and giving me funny points and making me laugh. LOL. Was supposed to go out after debates with Meihao but I was super tired already so I went home and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I guess thats it. This has been my longest post ever plus the photos. Hahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Till then sweets, good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115358123852743125?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115358123852743125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115358123852743125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115358123852743125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115358123852743125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/07/sorry-for-lack-of-updates_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115299281987259679</id><published>2006-07-16T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T13:21:00.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wheeeeeeeeeee&lt;/em&gt;. I went to &lt;strong&gt;another&lt;/strong&gt; Idol roadshow today at Tampines Mall today. &lt;em&gt;I know, I know,&lt;/em&gt; I've got &lt;strong&gt;nothing better to do&lt;/strong&gt; but &lt;em&gt;seriously&lt;/em&gt;, I was bored at home so I decided to go. I went there with Ardila. We were &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to meet at&lt;strong&gt; 2pm&lt;/strong&gt; at Tampines Mall but I got caught up and &lt;em&gt;as usual,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I was late.&lt;/strong&gt; I &lt;em&gt;cabbed my way down&lt;/em&gt; then and met her only at around 2.40pm; &lt;strong&gt;LOL&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Thanks for being so patient Dila. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The open plaza was &lt;strong&gt;so packed&lt;/strong&gt; with people, all lining up to get their autographs later. We &lt;em&gt;decided&lt;/em&gt; to join the queue as Ardila wanted an autograph poster of them. I got &lt;em&gt;pissed soon&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;cause &lt;/strong&gt;everyone was like &lt;strong&gt;shoving and pushing&lt;/strong&gt; one another and &lt;strong&gt;they were all cutting lines!&lt;/strong&gt; There's this woman behind me who shouted &lt;em&gt;"Oi, you all don't know how to line up uh? Never go to school is it?"&lt;/em&gt; in Malay to those Malay people and in English to the Chinese people. &lt;em&gt;Seriously&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;the security there wasn't as good as the one at the Bugis Roadshow.&lt;/strong&gt; All they did was scream and shout for people to move back (What the heck for also I don't know). &lt;strong&gt;I was really peeved&lt;/strong&gt; then so I just said I wanted &lt;em&gt;to get out of the queue&lt;/em&gt; and Ardila too as she was &lt;strong&gt;out of breath already&lt;/strong&gt;. We went to an open space area so that we can take pictures of them later on. It was&lt;em&gt; wayyy&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;better&lt;/strong&gt; than &lt;u&gt;being squashed&lt;/u&gt; in the autograph queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Idols were &lt;strong&gt;on time&lt;/strong&gt; this time round and everyone was&lt;strong&gt; screaming when they arrive&lt;/strong&gt;. I &lt;em&gt;melted&lt;/em&gt; when I saw &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Joakim&lt;/span&gt;; he was &lt;u&gt;super&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;duper&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;adorable&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;lahhhs&lt;/em&gt;. Anyway, enough words being typed; let's move on to the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image13copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image14copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image15copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awwwwwww&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;see; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Joakim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;u&gt;such a cutie.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image16copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan, Paul, Rahimah and Jasmine. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image17copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image18copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image19copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image21copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image22copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joakim, Joakim, Joaki&lt;em&gt;mmmmm&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image23copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image24copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image25copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ardila's and Renie's favourit&lt;em&gt;eeee&lt;/em&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;HADY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image26copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gayle looks cute in this photo; she looks like a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image27copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurul, Emilee, Gayle, Mathilda and Jay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image28copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image29copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image30copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it up for Jasmine! &lt;strong&gt;Wooweee!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image31copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image32copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image33copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image32copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image35copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hady and Joakim- &lt;strong&gt;Sooo hot!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image36copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image37copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image40copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emil&lt;em&gt;eeeeeee&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image38copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocker Guy and Rocker Chick. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image39copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahimah looks like she's &lt;u&gt;impersonating a monkey&lt;/u&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;haha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image41copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image42copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clap, clap, clap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image43copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Joakim &lt;/span&gt;looks&lt;em&gt; lonely without anyone by his side&lt;/em&gt;; lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image44copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Paul:&lt;/span&gt; *shy shy* I don't want to be caught on tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rahimah:&lt;/span&gt; Well Mr Cameraman, focus on &lt;strong&gt;ME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image45copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image46copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE LOVE GAYLE! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image56copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Paul:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Eeee!&lt;/strong&gt; Love Gayle never love me. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image49copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hady had a laugh with Jasmine first before posing for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image51copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DROOL WORTHY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image59copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image60copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Joakim's&lt;/span&gt; laughter is so &lt;em&gt;cuteeeeee&lt;/em&gt; and contagious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image67copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul and Rahimah &lt;em&gt;looks bored&lt;/em&gt; while Jonathan were talking so ....&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;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image64copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they decided to have a dance off&lt;em&gt; untill ....&lt;/em&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;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image65copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul emerge as the &lt;strong&gt;winner!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image70copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gayle waving to her fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image71copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image72copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image73copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image76copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Pfft, i don't want to smell your armpit &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt; Joakim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Joakim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;*Pretends that he heard nothing and continued smiling*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image77copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image78copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image79copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awwwwww&lt;/em&gt;; she looks like a &lt;strong&gt;sweetie pie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image80copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image81copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image87copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rahimah&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;THIS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;i&gt;is not&lt;/i&gt; my pen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image88copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image90copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHA!&lt;/strong&gt; We&lt;em&gt; caught you on tape&lt;/em&gt; Jonathan. &lt;strong&gt;Stop&lt;/strong&gt; drooling over that lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND NOW, PRESENTING TO YOU, UP CLOSE SHOTS OF &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;JOAKIM&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PS: Specially for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Joakim's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; photos; there's heart stampings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image85copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drools..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image74copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; drools..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image68copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;i&gt;more and more&lt;/i&gt; drools..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image66copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;i&gt;more and more and more&lt;/i&gt; drools..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image62copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;i&gt;more and more and more and more&lt;/i&gt; drools..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image61copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;i&gt; more and more and more and more and more&lt;/i&gt; drools..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image57copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;i&gt;much, much, much, much,&lt;/i&gt; more drools untill..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image48copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;There's not even enough space in the world to accumulate that much drool!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lastly, my 2 favourite photos of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Joakim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;/span&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;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;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;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image52copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Image69copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100%&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;HOT+ CUTE + ADORABLE + CHARMING + HANDSOME !!!! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; For those who are asking for trouble with whom I adore in the Singapore Idol, don't comment about him and tell me he's such and such or Ill never speak to you for a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115299281987259679?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115299281987259679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115299281987259679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115299281987259679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115299281987259679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/07/wheeeeeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115280202279739265</id><published>2006-07-13T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T07:47:02.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't go to school today,&lt;br /&gt;and im feeling better already. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwwwws. Norman went out of Singapore Idol. Sad uhhs. He was such a nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ill blog again tmrw. I wanna go to bed soon; and Fadly just won me again in pool! ARGHHHH. &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115280202279739265?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115280202279739265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115280202279739265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115280202279739265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115280202279739265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-didnt-go-to-school-today-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115271590838013595</id><published>2006-07-12T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T07:51:48.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its &lt;strong&gt;nice&lt;/strong&gt; to have people &lt;em&gt;concerned about you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a &lt;em&gt;special feeling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, &lt;strong&gt;still &lt;/strong&gt;sick.&lt;br /&gt;bad throat + running temperature + i lost my voice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im off to watch project runway &lt;em&gt;nowww.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; Joakim is a&lt;strong&gt; cute, sweet and charming young man.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Awwwwwwwwwwwws.&lt;/em&gt; I &lt;strong&gt;melted &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lahhhs&lt;/em&gt; when watching him sing in Singapore Idol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115271590838013595?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115271590838013595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115271590838013595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115271590838013595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115271590838013595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-nice-to-have-people-concerned.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115262365746244781</id><published>2006-07-11T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T06:14:17.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel&lt;strong&gt; sick.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel &lt;strong&gt;terrible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel &lt;strong&gt;awful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life's a &lt;strong&gt;mess.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is a piece of&lt;strong&gt; shit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel like &lt;strong&gt;dying.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;plus&lt;/strong&gt; there's this &lt;strong&gt;stabbing pain in my heart everytime.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;hate my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why can't it be perfect like it used to?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115262365746244781?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115262365746244781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115262365746244781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115262365746244781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115262365746244781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-feel-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115237673100611410</id><published>2006-07-08T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T09:38:51.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;YESTERDAY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;070706&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a little retail therapy yesterday and I feel so &lt;em&gt;happpyy&lt;/em&gt;. I &lt;strong&gt;finally &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;shopped&lt;/em&gt; after so long. I managed to buy a &lt;em&gt;Puremilk limited edition tee&lt;/em&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;40% off&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;YAY!&lt;/strong&gt; I also bought my &lt;em&gt;huge, white bug-eyed retro shades&lt;/em&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;DOUBLE YAY!&lt;/strong&gt; Im feeling so &lt;em&gt;happy&lt;/em&gt; yesterday that me, &lt;strong&gt;Dummy&lt;/strong&gt; (Alicia)  and&lt;strong&gt; Frizzy&lt;/strong&gt; (Meihao) went to eat&lt;em&gt; all kinds of things&lt;/em&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;Taka's Food Fest&lt;/strong&gt;. We bought yummy muffins and takoyaki.&lt;strong&gt; Frizzy&lt;/strong&gt; treated me to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oreo&lt;/span&gt; Brownie &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Earth&lt;/span&gt;quake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I finished the &lt;strong&gt;whole bowl&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;by myself!&lt;/em&gt; I &lt;em&gt;won't be surprise&lt;/em&gt; if I &lt;strong&gt;gain 3 kg&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;em&gt;heh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/07072006010copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks&lt;em&gt; heavenly&lt;/em&gt; right?&lt;em&gt; Oh-so-yummy&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Oreo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Brownie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/05072006008copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made myself&lt;em&gt; happy&lt;/em&gt; by buying &lt;em&gt;lollypops&lt;/em&gt; too! &lt;strong&gt;Super sweet&lt;/strong&gt; right the colours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;080706&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go for the debate- The Arena thingy today. I was late &lt;strong&gt;as usual&lt;/strong&gt; (Im never early, especially when it's on a Saturday!) so I &lt;em&gt;cabbed down&lt;/em&gt; to school. Thought I was the&lt;em&gt; last one&lt;/em&gt; to arrive but turns out that &lt;strong&gt;Darren&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;have not&lt;/strong&gt; reached. Anyway, me, Junkie, Serene and Hong Cherh cabbed down to Mediacorp first while Miss Tan and Miss Chia waits for Darren to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were like&lt;strong&gt; so excited&lt;/strong&gt; going to Mediacorp and we were hoping to meet &lt;em&gt;some famous people&lt;/em&gt; there; &lt;strong&gt;LOL!&lt;/strong&gt; Anyway, once we've reached there, we went to the reception and found out that the &lt;em&gt;venue was change&lt;/em&gt; to&lt;strong&gt; HDB Hub at Toa Payoh&lt;/strong&gt; so we cabbed down. Miss Tan and Miss Chia then &lt;em&gt;were not coming&lt;/em&gt; cause they were only &lt;strong&gt;suppose to accompany&lt;/strong&gt; us to the venue and leave after that. And Darren &lt;strong&gt;didn't even turn up&lt;/strong&gt; cause he &lt;em&gt;overslept or something&lt;/em&gt;. Such &lt;strong&gt;an idiot&lt;/strong&gt;; lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/08072006001copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/08072006002copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advertising for the plasma screen television. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/08072006003copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line-up on the day's programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/08072006004copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Cherh &lt;em&gt;looks so funny&lt;/em&gt;. He looks as if he's troubled or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw &lt;strong&gt;Othman &lt;/strong&gt;there and he called my name in this&lt;strong&gt; deep, scary voice&lt;/strong&gt; which caught me by &lt;em&gt;surprise&lt;/em&gt;. I was so scared also &lt;em&gt;lahhhs&lt;/em&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;why suddenly his voice become so deep&lt;/strong&gt;. Lol. &lt;em&gt;Anyway&lt;/em&gt;, turns out the debate thing was only a briefing on the new television programme that's gonna air in January 2007. It will be a debate competition and will be telecast on television. &lt;strong&gt;Super scary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; lahhs&lt;/em&gt; and the whole format and stuffs looks so difficult. I &lt;em&gt;doubt&lt;/em&gt; our school is gonna enter &lt;em&gt;anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bugis with Junkie after that. We &lt;em&gt;shopped around&lt;/em&gt; Bugis Street while I look for clothes and accesories and Junkie looked for her bag. We got &lt;em&gt;bored with it eventually&lt;/em&gt; cause most of the shops on Level 2 was closed so we headed back to Bugis Junction. We saw people waiting for the Singapore Idols to arrive so &lt;strong&gt;we decided to join the queue&lt;/strong&gt; for the autograph session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started lining up at&lt;strong&gt; 1.40pm&lt;/strong&gt; and the Idols were supposed to arrive at &lt;strong&gt;2pm &lt;/strong&gt;but they arrived at around &lt;strong&gt;2.40pm&lt;/strong&gt; instead. By that time, Junkie&lt;strong&gt; had already left&lt;/strong&gt; cause she had madrasah later so she left me all alone in the queue. I admit I was&lt;em&gt; kinda pissed&lt;/em&gt; when she left but what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were &lt;strong&gt;like screaming away&lt;/strong&gt; when the Idols finally arrived; &lt;em&gt;so cool, so cool, so cool!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JOAKIM LOOKED FREAKINGLY HOT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*swoons* I can melt lahhhs just by looking at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND GAYLE LOOKED SUPER, DUPER PRETTAYE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PAUL WAS SO COOL; everyone was practically screaming for him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;em&gt;so damn happy&lt;/em&gt; that I&lt;strong&gt; managed&lt;/strong&gt; to get into the autograph queue (you have to get past the metal bars/railings whatever) and &lt;strong&gt;they closed the queue right after I got in&lt;/strong&gt;! Super cool lahhs; that means I was&lt;em&gt; the last one in the line!&lt;/em&gt; There were these two Chinese girls behind me who were &lt;em&gt;dying to meet&lt;/em&gt; the Idols but &lt;em&gt;unfortunately&lt;/em&gt;, the gate closed so they couldn't enter anymore. They looked &lt;strong&gt;so bummed out&lt;/strong&gt;. I &lt;em&gt;offered&lt;/em&gt; to help them get an autographed poster of the Idols and they turned out to be &lt;em&gt;so freaking happy&lt;/em&gt; and kept thanking me. And they bought me Mac's coke after I gave them the poster; &lt;strong&gt;so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single one of the Idols were so&lt;strong&gt; friendly and sweet&lt;/strong&gt;! Norman was asking me what school I am from cause I was in school uniform and I tucked out accidentally and he jokingly said &lt;em&gt;"Bad ah tuck out your shirt. I tell your principal then you know."&lt;/em&gt; Haha, I was giggling by then. Mathilda and Nurul was so sweeeeet. They were like asking me &lt;em&gt;"You came down here after school just to meet us is it?"&lt;/em&gt; then I was like &lt;em&gt;"Yeah"&lt;/em&gt; and I smiled happily and they made those &lt;em&gt;"Awwwwwww. So sweet"&lt;/em&gt; noises. I practically screamed &lt;em&gt;"I like you Paul/Joakim!!"&lt;/em&gt; when I was face to face with them and they were smiling and saying thank you and bowing their heads. &lt;em&gt;Awwwwwwwwwww.&lt;/em&gt; Jasmine was really the girl next door; she was so adorable and friendly. She gave me a really wide smile and shook my hands and she signed my poster so happily. She even said &lt;em&gt;"Thank you for coming dear!"&lt;/em&gt; I managed to shake hands with everybody except for Emilee and Gayle I think cause the auntie in front of me were talking to them. But the best part was,&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;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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HUGGED RAHIMAH RAHIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Super, super, duper YAY! I was grinning from ear to ear that my cheeks hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so &lt;em&gt;sweeeeeeeeeeet&lt;/em&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;one of the sweetest&lt;/strong&gt; I must say. She was like saying "Shake hands" when I was in front of her so I shook her hand and after that she said "Hug, hug!" and &lt;em&gt;we hugged!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; YAYENESS&lt;/strong&gt;; that made me &lt;em&gt;so happy&lt;/em&gt; that I &lt;em&gt;couldn't care&lt;/em&gt; less that I had waited under the sun for around &lt;strong&gt;1 hour 45 minutes&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures of them that I took while I was lining up. We couldn't take photos on the stage so no up-close pictures of them;&lt;strong&gt; BOO&lt;/strong&gt;. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/08072006005copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/08072006006copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOOK &lt;/strong&gt;at Joakim! He's in &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;orange!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/08072006008copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norman was such a &lt;em&gt;nice guy&lt;/em&gt;. And&lt;strong&gt; every guy&lt;/strong&gt; there was&lt;em&gt; practically screaming&lt;/em&gt; for Gayle the babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/08072006009copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/08072006010copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/08072006013copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some idiot with his big head blocking my camera; sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/08072006014copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, look at Joakim&lt;em&gt; lahhhhhhhhhhhhs&lt;/em&gt;. So &lt;strong&gt;ADORABLE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/08072006015copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/08072006016copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE CHEERS&lt;/strong&gt; for Paul, Rahimah and Jasmine! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/08072006017copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/08072006018copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/08072006019copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy's hand is such&lt;em&gt; an ass.&lt;/em&gt; He's blocking &lt;strong&gt;my darling&lt;/strong&gt;, Joakim&lt;em&gt; lahs&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;LOL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/08072006020copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/08072006021copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERYBODY SCREAM FOR GAYLE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/08072006022copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine- &lt;em&gt;the white rose that smell as sweet as the night&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/08072006024copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hady is &lt;strong&gt;drop dead gorgeous&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;so muscular!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/08072006025copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/08072006026copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, everyone &lt;strong&gt;SCREAM FOR JOAKIM!!&lt;/strong&gt; AAAHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And, here's the autographed poster of the 12 Idols; wheeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/08072006027copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAYE, YAYE, YAYE!&lt;/strong&gt; I even laminated it; &lt;em&gt;heh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sorry that some photos are of low quality. My camera can't capture nice photos if the surrounding light is not bright enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then sweets,&lt;strong&gt; love youuu!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115237673100611410?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115237673100611410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115237673100611410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115237673100611410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115237673100611410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/07/yesterday-070706-i-went-for-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115219946549226239</id><published>2006-07-06T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T08:24:25.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL! IM LIKE &lt;strong&gt;LAUGHING MY HEADS &lt;/strong&gt;OFF TALKING TO &lt;strong&gt;OTHMAN&lt;/strong&gt; AND &lt;strong&gt;ASYRAF&lt;/strong&gt; NOW. THEY ARE LIKE &lt;strong&gt;SERIOUSLY SUPER SUPER CRAPPY&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;CAN'T STOP &lt;/strong&gt;TYPING IN CAPS NOW CAUSE &lt;strong&gt;OTHMAN&lt;/strong&gt; AND ME ARE TALKING IN CAPS. AND &lt;strong&gt;ASYRAF&lt;/strong&gt; IS IRRITATED WITH ME FOR USING CAPS. &lt;strong&gt;LOL.&lt;/strong&gt; HE SAID IM LAZY WHEN I TOLD HIM &lt;strong&gt;I DONT WANT TO CHANGE BACK TO SMALL LETTERS&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHAHHAHA. &lt;strong&gt;HE'S ALSO LAZY TOO LAHHHH&lt;/strong&gt;! ASK HIM SCROLL UP THE CONVERSATION DON'T WANT! &lt;strong&gt;STILL CAN COMPLAIN THE THING TOO FAR AWAY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MADNESS&lt;/strong&gt;. AND &lt;strong&gt;OTHMAN&lt;/strong&gt; IS A BAD, BAD PERSON! SO IS &lt;strong&gt;ASYRAF&lt;/strong&gt;! LOL. OTHMAN NAMED HIMSELF &lt;strong&gt;"COOKIE MONSTER"&lt;/strong&gt; AND I &lt;strong&gt;'MERAJUK' &lt;/strong&gt;WITH HIM CAUSE I AM &lt;strong&gt;"COOKIE CUPCAKE"&lt;/strong&gt; AND &lt;strong&gt;HE STOLE ALL MY COOKIES.&lt;/strong&gt; BOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM PLAYING&lt;strong&gt; THE NUDGING GAME&lt;/strong&gt; WITH &lt;strong&gt;OTHMAN&lt;/strong&gt; NOW; &lt;strong&gt;INSANE &lt;/strong&gt;LAHHS! AND ASYRAF IS PROVING TO ME THAT HE DID &lt;strong&gt;AT LEAST ONE GOOD THING TODAY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(WHICH I BET HE DIDN'T)&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TILL NEXT TIME PEOPLE, &lt;strong&gt;STAY CRAZY&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;IT'S GOOD FOR HEALTH. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115219946549226239?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115219946549226239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115219946549226239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115219946549226239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115219946549226239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/07/lol-im-like-laughing-my-heads-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115186036225690277</id><published>2006-07-03T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T10:24:59.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Wheeeeeeeeee~&lt;/em&gt; I &lt;em&gt;finally &lt;/em&gt;went to a wedding after so long. Ive&lt;strong&gt; not been&lt;/strong&gt; to a wedding since &lt;em&gt;don't know when&lt;/em&gt; cause it's &lt;strong&gt;usually &lt;/strong&gt;both of my parents who went. &lt;strong&gt;Anyway&lt;/strong&gt;, the only reason the whole family went&lt;em&gt; today&lt;/em&gt; was because the &lt;strong&gt;wedding reception was at Hougang&lt;/strong&gt; which is so &lt;em&gt;freaking near&lt;/em&gt; and it was my&lt;strong&gt; Godmother's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;sister or brother's son wedding or something&lt;/em&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway&lt;/em&gt;, it's so &lt;em&gt;cool&lt;/em&gt; to have a &lt;strong&gt;Godmother!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Lol.&lt;/em&gt; I &lt;em&gt;don't really know&lt;/em&gt; what they call them,&lt;em&gt; sort of&lt;/em&gt; a &lt;strong&gt;guardian &lt;/strong&gt;or a &lt;strong&gt;baby-sitter.&lt;/strong&gt; She's taken care of me&lt;em&gt; since young&lt;/em&gt; up till I was &lt;strong&gt;4 or 5&lt;/strong&gt;? I don't know &lt;em&gt;lahs &lt;/em&gt;but I've been&lt;strong&gt; going back&lt;/strong&gt; to her house &lt;em&gt;every year&lt;/em&gt; for a sleepover.&lt;strong&gt; Cool&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;lahhs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I saw &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sophian&lt;/span&gt; there!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;LOL.&lt;/em&gt; He looked&lt;strong&gt; so shocked&lt;/strong&gt; to see me so I just gave him that kind of &lt;strong&gt;"Oh my god! What are you doing here?"&lt;/strong&gt; that kind of face and gave him a&lt;em&gt; small smile&lt;/em&gt;. There was like&lt;strong&gt; no hot guys&lt;/strong&gt; from kompang there so I&lt;em&gt; got bored&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;complained &lt;/em&gt;to Junkie; &lt;strong&gt;lol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the aunties and uncles and sisters and brothers and cousins of my Godmother's side were &lt;em&gt;so surprised&lt;/em&gt; to see me. I mean, &lt;strong&gt;their jaws dropped open wide&lt;/strong&gt; when they saw me and couldn't believe it was me. &lt;em&gt;Hahaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;/em&gt; I&lt;strong&gt; never&lt;/strong&gt; change what, &lt;strong&gt;still look the same&lt;/strong&gt; as when I was young!&lt;strong&gt; Here's two pictures to prove that!&lt;/strong&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;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;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/untitled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/hehe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEE!&lt;/strong&gt; Never change right? &lt;em&gt;Hahaaaaaaaa.&lt;/em&gt; And people &lt;em&gt;don't be jealous&lt;/em&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;i know it's adorable;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;LOL!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to Hougang Mall to get shoes for my younger sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/1600/02072006(005)%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/320/02072006%28005%29%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bus; &lt;em&gt;weeeeee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/1600/02072006(009)%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/320/02072006%28009%29%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I was bored waiting for my sister to choose her shoes.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt; wants to buy this girl?&lt;strong&gt; 20% off!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LIMITED TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahahahahahahaha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to chill at Mac'd after that. I had Mcflurry while&lt;em&gt; ranting to my father&lt;/em&gt; about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Portugal&lt;/span&gt; vs &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;England&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Grrrrrrrrr&lt;/em&gt;. I want &lt;strong&gt;Cristiano Ronaldo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;to die!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/1600/02072006(013)%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/320/02072006%28013%29%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/1600/02072006(011)%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/320/02072006%28011%29%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/1600/02072006(014)%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/320/02072006%28014%29%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/1600/02072006(017)%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/320/02072006%28017%29%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/1600/02072006(018)%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="235" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/320/02072006%28018%29%20copy.jpg" width="321" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy and meeee :D&lt;br /&gt;And no, I&lt;strong&gt; don't have&lt;/strong&gt; small eyes; i was&lt;em&gt; squinting&lt;/em&gt; cause the sun was &lt;em&gt;too &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bright!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Ardila on the phone now. Im getting&lt;strong&gt; tired + sleepy&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Actually&lt;/em&gt;, I&lt;strong&gt; wanted&lt;/strong&gt; to blog all about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;England&lt;/span&gt; vs &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and the reports in the newspaper&lt;em&gt; today&lt;/em&gt; but Im &lt;em&gt;too tired&lt;/em&gt; and I &lt;strong&gt;don't want to bore you&lt;/strong&gt; people about World Cup that much; &lt;em&gt;heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;em&gt;sweeeeeeeeeeeets.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you all &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/1600/02072006(018)%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115186036225690277?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115186036225690277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115186036225690277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115186036225690277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115186036225690277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/07/wheeeeeeeeee-i-finally-went-to-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115178560116650484</id><published>2006-07-02T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T14:10:07.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE YOU ROONEY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why &lt;/em&gt;must you land yourself a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; card?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stupid troll.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND I HATE THE PENALTY TAKERS WHO DIDN'T SCORE FOR ENGLAND TOO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Excluding&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Gerrard&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Carragher&lt;/strong&gt; of course so that means &lt;strong&gt;I hate &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;LAMPARD&lt;/span&gt; only.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so freaking &lt;em&gt;pissed&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; sad&lt;/em&gt; that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;England &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;lost and&lt;em&gt; didn't&lt;/em&gt; make it through. &lt;strong&gt;BOO.&lt;/strong&gt; =X It was such a &lt;em&gt;nerve wrecking&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;moment&lt;/strong&gt; during the penalty shoot out for me and my sister. We &lt;em&gt;screamed&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; screamed&lt;/em&gt; and Sis &lt;strong&gt;covered her eyes&lt;/strong&gt; with her hands while I &lt;strong&gt;bit my fingers&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOO FOR CRISTIANO RONALDO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's such a &lt;em&gt;perfect stuck up&lt;/em&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;brat!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright,&lt;strong&gt; enough&lt;/strong&gt; about World Cup. England's out so I'll support &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Germany &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a&lt;em&gt; prettayyye&lt;/em&gt; polka-dotted sling bag. &lt;strong&gt;SUPER YAYE&lt;/strong&gt;; that made my day. Other than that, I woke up at 4 plus, slacked till 7 plus, went to Compass Point to eat dinner + buy my bag at 8 plus and watching Brazil vs France now at 4 plus. &lt;strong&gt;And that's what I did for the past 24 hours;&lt;/strong&gt; LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;NCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;just scored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; YIPPEE! And&lt;strong&gt; Fadly&lt;/strong&gt; is&lt;em&gt; frustrated&lt;/em&gt; cause &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; still haven't score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahaaaa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a wedding to attend tmrw so I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; I'll post some pictures up! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, take care sweeeets. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115178560116650484?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115178560116650484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115178560116650484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115178560116650484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115178560116650484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-hate-you-rooney-why-must-you-land.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115170135545851644</id><published>2006-07-01T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T14:10:28.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;GERMANY WON?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4-2 on penalty kicks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;%*$)#*@&amp;amp;$&amp;!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL.&lt;/strong&gt; I &lt;em&gt;didn't&lt;/em&gt; want Germany to win. Don't &lt;em&gt;know why&lt;/em&gt;, i just &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; support them; although i like &lt;strong&gt;Ballack&lt;/strong&gt;! and&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Meihao's&lt;/span&gt; boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt; is the one wearing &lt;strong&gt;jersey no 3&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Hahaaaaaaaa&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching &lt;strong&gt;Italy vs Ukraine&lt;/strong&gt; now. Italy will &lt;em&gt;definitely&lt;/em&gt; win so it'll be a &lt;strong&gt;Germany vs Italy&lt;/strong&gt; showdown. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;England's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; game tomorrow&lt;strong&gt;!!&lt;/strong&gt; They are playing Portugal&lt;strong&gt; (BOO!)&lt;/strong&gt; and to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Kind Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, "&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt; Portugal &lt;strong&gt;will lose to&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;England;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i don't care. And Christiano Ronaldo is sooo not handsome laahhhh! Gerrard more handsome;&lt;em&gt; nyehahaha&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I don't think anyone would know who Kind Soul is but what the heck, i don't want to mention his name here. &lt;strong&gt;xP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vincent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just now after&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;many&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;failed&lt;/strong&gt; attempts of going out. I had lunch with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Meihao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at LJS in Hougang Mall first before going to Compass Point to meet him. He was like super &lt;em&gt;crappy&lt;/em&gt;; he &lt;em&gt;pretended&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; to know &lt;strong&gt;me!&lt;/strong&gt; Stupid ass. &lt;em&gt;Hahaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to eat at BK so we went there.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Vincent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Meihao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;was like &lt;em&gt;arguing/quarelling/debating&lt;/em&gt; with each other all the time but, in a &lt;em&gt;funny&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; nice&lt;/em&gt; sort of way. I kept laughing there and&lt;em&gt; suggested&lt;/em&gt; them&lt;strong&gt; getting married to each other&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;LMAO!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vincent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was like "&lt;em&gt;Noooooo&lt;/em&gt;" and gave me that kind of face while &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meihao&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; screeched out loud "&lt;em&gt;Noooo&lt;/em&gt;" with her fits of giggles. &lt;em&gt;Hahaaaaaaaaa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im&lt;em&gt; sooo&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;jealous &lt;/strong&gt;of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Vincent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can! He got that &lt;strong&gt;David Beckham&lt;/strong&gt; cologne; not that I want it but it's so &lt;strong&gt;unfair!&lt;/strong&gt; I want &lt;strong&gt;Britney Spears FANTASY&lt;/strong&gt; can! &lt;em&gt;Sheesh.&lt;/em&gt; And he&lt;strong&gt; still&lt;/strong&gt; can&lt;em&gt; complain&lt;/em&gt; to me that he's jealous of me and vice versa. He bought a new&lt;strong&gt; FREAKING NICE NIKE BAG&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;lahhhhhhhhhhhs. &lt;/em&gt;*whineeeeeeees*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, &lt;em&gt;okay whatever.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Meihao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;wanted to disturb &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vincent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so she opened the ketchup packet and &lt;em&gt;squeezed&lt;/em&gt; it all over one portion of&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; Vincent's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tray. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vincent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; look&lt;em&gt; super disgusted&lt;/em&gt; then and gave &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Meihao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; those "Want to fight is it" that kind of face. &lt;strong&gt;Hahaaaaaaa.&lt;/strong&gt; After he finished eating, we crapped and crapped untill i pointed out that there's ketchup on his shirt. He &lt;em&gt;shouted &lt;/em&gt;so &lt;strong&gt;freaking loudly&lt;/strong&gt; and blame it all on &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meihao.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; He was like &lt;u&gt;"EEEEEE. This looks like da bian. EEEEEE. Look so shitty."&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meihao &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;said, &lt;u&gt;"Nevermind you go home put in a pail then put detergent then put soap then put chlorine (chloroc/chlorine or something) and then put DYNAMO."&lt;/u&gt; and she&lt;em&gt; ends it off&lt;/em&gt; with a&lt;strong&gt; wide grin and a thumbs up sign&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;LOL!&lt;/strong&gt; She thinks she's advertising an ad called&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; "How to clean off ketchup stains"&lt;/span&gt; by&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; Chen Meihao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is it. &lt;strong&gt;ROFL!&lt;/strong&gt; The&lt;em&gt; funny&lt;/em&gt; thing is, there's even ketchup on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Vincent's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; spectacles considering the fact that he didn't even take it off so how did it even landed there? &lt;strong&gt;LOL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;em&gt;too funny&lt;/em&gt; meeting up with him and dragging&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Meihao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; along. Ran into&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; Junkie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ardila &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;at the library. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Vincent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;forced&lt;/strong&gt; me to borrow all kinds of books and he was &lt;em&gt;whining&lt;/em&gt; away when he &lt;em&gt;couldn't &lt;/em&gt;find the book he wanted to&lt;strong&gt; recommend&lt;/strong&gt; me. &lt;em&gt;Hahaaa.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I doubt I'll even read them!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some pictures using my handphone and &lt;em&gt;considering&lt;/em&gt; the fact that &lt;strong&gt;Im such a lazy ass,&lt;/strong&gt; Im &lt;strong&gt;too lazy&lt;/strong&gt; to bluetooth the pictures over; &lt;em&gt;heh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then people, &lt;strong&gt;good nighhhhhhhhhhhhhhht!&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115170135545851644?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115170135545851644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115170135545851644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115170135545851644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115170135545851644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/07/germany-won-4-2-on-penalty-kicks.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115149781290967114</id><published>2006-06-28T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T05:44:41.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Blogger is so screwed&lt;/strong&gt;. I &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; it. I wanna change my host or domain whatever it is called. I typed like &lt;strong&gt;1 whole chunk of entry&lt;/strong&gt; and it &lt;em&gt;stupidly&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;hang (!) &lt;/strong&gt;so I had to close down my internet. &lt;em&gt;After that&lt;/em&gt;, I &lt;strong&gt;couldn't &lt;/strong&gt;get in the website &lt;em&gt;anymore&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;GRRRRRRR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway&lt;/em&gt;, school has been&lt;em&gt; alright&lt;/em&gt;. Im &lt;strong&gt;enjoying &lt;/strong&gt;my time in school, meeting my friends and all. I &lt;strong&gt;don't like&lt;/strong&gt; my new Maths teacher though. &lt;em&gt;Sheeeeeeeeeeeeesh&lt;/em&gt;. I&lt;strong&gt; couldn't&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;understand&lt;/em&gt; what she was teaching &lt;strong&gt;at all&lt;/strong&gt; just now about the &lt;em&gt;linear graphs&lt;/em&gt;. She's like &lt;strong&gt;rambling on to herself&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went &lt;strong&gt;crazy&lt;/strong&gt; at school &lt;em&gt;today&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Lol.&lt;/strong&gt; As in &lt;em&gt;seriously&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;mad.&lt;/strong&gt; I kept singing &lt;strong&gt;Scars &lt;/strong&gt;by&lt;strong&gt; Papa Roach&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;super&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;super&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;loud &lt;/strong&gt;like some&lt;strong&gt; mad&lt;/strong&gt; woman. &lt;strong&gt;Lol.&lt;/strong&gt; I&lt;em&gt; played&lt;/em&gt; a &lt;strong&gt;fool&lt;/strong&gt; during Literature lesson. &lt;strong&gt;LMAO!&lt;/strong&gt; I was like &lt;em&gt;crapping&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;non-stop&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;laughing&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;hysterically + loudly&lt;/strong&gt;. Super &lt;strong&gt;insane&lt;/strong&gt;. And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ziana, Filzah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and me&lt;strong&gt; invented&lt;/strong&gt; a new poem today out of&lt;em&gt; boredom&lt;/em&gt; during Maths lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolly, lolly where's my dolly?&lt;br /&gt;Dolly, dolly went to Italy.&lt;br /&gt;Oh why, oh why did she go to Italy?&lt;br /&gt;To marry, marry a benggali. &lt;strong&gt;(abu-neh-neh; lol or a Bangladesh)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, yes she said,&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no Lolly said;&lt;br /&gt;I do, i do benggali said,&lt;br /&gt;So what did, what did they said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL.&lt;/strong&gt; I know its &lt;strong&gt;lame&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;crapppy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lahhhs.&lt;/em&gt; It was just &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;random &lt;/strong&gt;thing we came up with. &lt;em&gt;Hahaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching &lt;strong&gt;Singapore Idol&lt;/strong&gt; now. I &lt;strong&gt;want&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Gayle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to go in! &lt;em&gt;Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115149781290967114?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115149781290967114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115149781290967114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115149781290967114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115149781290967114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/06/blogger-is-so-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115117017161198898</id><published>2006-06-25T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T10:34:17.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Hahaaaaaa.&lt;/em&gt; Hello miss, if you want to comment about something I wrote, &lt;strong&gt;why don't you leave your name and your complaint down?&lt;/strong&gt; There's no point posting it up on your blog. And yes, i admit that some of the situations were a misunderstanding but there are still other issues. I&lt;em&gt; shan't&lt;/em&gt; be bothered with you. Go and rant at your blog for all i care. I &lt;em&gt;shall not&lt;/em&gt; waste my time by entertaining you and replying/explaining about every single situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;em&gt;funny &lt;/em&gt;thing is, even if you're mad at us, there's like no need to change your blog url to freaking mad. I mean &lt;em&gt;seriousl&lt;/em&gt;y, why put the freaking mad there? You're telling me you're gonna be freaking mad all your life; even if you're mad with us all your life, it so &lt;strong&gt;doesn't&lt;/strong&gt; j&lt;em&gt;ustify &lt;/em&gt;your decision to name your blog url like that. &lt;strong&gt;ROFL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, this is probably &lt;strong&gt;none of my business&lt;/strong&gt; about the url thingy but I just find it too &lt;em&gt;funny&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enough&lt;/strong&gt; about this. Im &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;going to blog about it &lt;em&gt;anymore&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;after &lt;/strong&gt;this entry. &lt;em&gt;Anyway&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've&lt;strong&gt; got a new&lt;/strong&gt; phone. &lt;em&gt;Wheeeeeee.&lt;/em&gt; I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my mummy a &lt;strong&gt;million&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; M&amp;Ms! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyone&lt;/em&gt; can &lt;strong&gt;guess&lt;/strong&gt; which phone I bought?&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you a &lt;em&gt;hint&lt;/em&gt;; it's from &lt;strong&gt;Nokia&lt;/strong&gt;! :D&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;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;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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TA DAAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/1600/hp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/400/hp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's a Nokia 3250 and it's &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PINK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; OHGOSHOHGOSHOHGOSH! *melts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AYAH! (:&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/26165206-115117017161198898?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115117017161198898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115117017161198898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115117017161198898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115117017161198898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/06/hahaaaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115097929834894521</id><published>2006-06-22T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T06:25:20.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, i promised to blog about the BBQ so here am i. I was so &lt;em&gt;freaking&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;pissed &lt;/strong&gt;at the BBQ and i didn't &lt;em&gt;enjoy&lt;/em&gt; it &lt;strong&gt;at all&lt;/strong&gt;, thank you very much. I mean like &lt;em&gt;seriously&lt;/em&gt;, you guys &lt;em&gt;practically &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;outcasted&lt;/strong&gt; me and azreen out &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;because&lt;/em&gt; we &lt;strong&gt;weren&lt;/strong&gt;'t in the&lt;strong&gt; same&lt;/strong&gt; Malay class. &lt;em&gt;Imagine&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;how&lt;/strong&gt; we were &lt;em&gt;feeling.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Hello, wake up&lt;/strong&gt;; you &lt;strong&gt;wouldn't &lt;/strong&gt;be &lt;strong&gt;happy &lt;/strong&gt;too &lt;strong&gt;if&lt;/strong&gt; we were to do that to &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;also&lt;/strong&gt; right. &lt;strong&gt;And &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blamed&lt;/strong&gt; us for &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;doing &lt;em&gt;anything.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;IN THE FIRST PLACE,&lt;/strong&gt; you all &lt;em&gt;bloodily&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;left us out&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;acted as if we weren't there.&lt;/strong&gt; When we came, we &lt;em&gt;weren't&lt;/em&gt; given a &lt;em&gt;proper welcome&lt;/em&gt; and you guys were like &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;RUDE.&lt;/strong&gt; You &lt;strong&gt;didn't&lt;/strong&gt; asked us to do &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; so &lt;strong&gt;what do you expect us to do?&lt;/strong&gt; Sit there like &lt;em&gt;a bunch of lousy losers&lt;/em&gt;? Sheesh. &lt;em&gt;Look who's the loser now.&lt;/em&gt; The &lt;em&gt;3 of us&lt;/em&gt; had &lt;strong&gt;FUN&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;what&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;did the rest do?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Sit there, barbeque and eat!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Hello,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;doesn't mean&lt;/em&gt; its called a &lt;strong&gt;BBQ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so all you have to do is bbq and eat.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HAVE SOME FUN&lt;/strong&gt; by playing in the water and walking around the park. &lt;em&gt;Seriously,&lt;/em&gt; this was the &lt;strong&gt;worst&lt;/strong&gt; bbq Ive &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; been to. You guys&lt;strong&gt; wasted my effort&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;em&gt;bringing&lt;/em&gt; those hotdogs. &lt;em&gt;If i'd known&lt;/em&gt;, i &lt;strong&gt;wouldn't even bother bringing it.&lt;/strong&gt; You &lt;em&gt;bbq-ed it till charcoal&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;merely throw it around&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;worst still&lt;/em&gt;, i found some &lt;strong&gt;uncooked hotdogs lying around the grass area with ants all over it&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Is that how you treat food?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And yeah,&lt;/strong&gt; if you're &lt;em&gt;not happy&lt;/em&gt; with my post or with me, &lt;strong&gt;go ahead and rant.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I don't fucking care&lt;/strong&gt; and i &lt;em&gt;won't bother saying sorry to you&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Don't &lt;/strong&gt;invite me to &lt;em&gt;any other outings&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;you planned ahead&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;if you don't want this kind of outcome&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ONE MORE BLOODY THING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said that &lt;strong&gt;no one&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;is allowed&lt;/em&gt; to bring&lt;em&gt; anyone&lt;/em&gt; along, as in &lt;strong&gt;No strangers not even SIBLINGS or COUSINS&lt;/strong&gt;. So &lt;em&gt;how come&lt;/em&gt; you said &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt; when &lt;em&gt;your best friend &lt;strong&gt;brought her cousins&lt;/strong&gt; along&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;em&gt;Just because&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;she's your best friend&lt;/strong&gt;, it&lt;strong&gt; doesn't&lt;/strong&gt; give her the&lt;em&gt; right&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;to disobey the freaking rules&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;em&gt;Had i known that you can bring strangers along&lt;/em&gt;, i&lt;strong&gt; would have brought my nephew, Syafiq along too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyways&lt;/em&gt;, I have &lt;strong&gt;ranted enough&lt;/strong&gt;. Pictures are up; &lt;em&gt;pretty pretty&lt;/em&gt;! And&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah&lt;/em&gt;, i had the &lt;strong&gt;best time of my life with my two girlfriends&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ41.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ59.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ60.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junkie getting some food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look, she's enjoying it by herself in the tent. LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyehahaha; we look hot in this photo right? Say AYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo. :( Azreen's talking with her boyfriend and Junkie's smsing Asyraf; and im left all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some fun first in the sun. Lol. Junkie look so hilarious in this photo; candid lahhs! Then it started raining so we ran back to Junkie's tent. Guess what we did? We cam-whored the whole way through until the rain stopped. Hahaaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junkie look so stoned in this photo. I couldn't resist putting it up. Nyehahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ51.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ52.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT JUNKIE! HAHAHAHAHA. I COULDN'T STOP LAUGHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ53.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ54.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were so lame and crappy. HAHAHA! Candid shots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ55.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ56.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol! Azreen and me were taking the shot when Junkie butted right in front of me and this is how it turns out! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ58.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A successful shot after Junkie butted in. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ57.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the 3 hot babes. YAYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our smelly and dirty feets; heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught Junkie looking at Asyraf secretly! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ26.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anis look like an ah pek who is barbequeing satay here; ROFL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ28.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued taking secret shots of them until eventually...&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;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anis finally caught us snooping! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our slippers floating in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ32.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ33.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot, hot, HOT lahhhhhhhhhhhhhhs; heh heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ34.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Junkie. I've got no idea what she's doing. WAIT, there's more!&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;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ35.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ36.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha! Retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ37.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh~ this photo is the best of the best. Gorgeous chicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we proceeded to play the swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look so freaking retarded; nyehahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ40.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ38.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo looks so nice. The swing looks all abandoned and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to play in the water after that. Azreen didn't really play. I wetted myself all the way down except for my head while Junkie was completely wet. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ44.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ46.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ48.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ45.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like a giant in this photo; LOL! and Junkie look so tiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ47.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun, fun, FUN! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ49.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junkie looks funny as she's emerging from the water. It looks as if she's in some movie; hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, to end this entry about the BBQ, here's two gorgeous photos of me and azreen.&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;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ42.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ43.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE! I told you it was gorgeous; heh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bathe and cleaned up after that. Azreen and me went to eat at Cavana at White Sands first before going home. Junkie had to go off first so she couldn't eat with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Azreen practically crapped around and we laughed out loud when we were looking back at the photos. It was so much fun lahhhs. I love her; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to alight first and there was this pasar malam near my house so I made myself happy by buying candy floss; yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/BBQ50.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, hope you guys enjoyed that. I have to go off now; i wanna watch Singapore Idol results show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then people, i love you all &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: The three of us agreed that Asyraf and Sam was the 2 hottest guys that day! HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115097929834894521?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115097929834894521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115097929834894521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115097929834894521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115097929834894521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/06/okay-i-promised-to-blog-about-bbq-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115083698540140077</id><published>2006-06-21T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T14:06:30.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BBQ &lt;em&gt;wasn't&lt;/em&gt; fun at all &lt;strong&gt;except &lt;/strong&gt;when I was with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Junkie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Az&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and the funny parts with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Asyraf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I &lt;em&gt;enjoyed &lt;/em&gt;my time with them lahs. (: I&lt;em&gt; have&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; uploaded the pictures to my computer yet and &lt;strong&gt;look out&lt;/strong&gt; for my post tmrw. There will be lots of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bitching&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; going on and i don't care, im gonna &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bitch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Asyraf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;watching&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;England&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;match now. &lt;em&gt;Hahaaaaaaaa.&lt;/em&gt; He's teaching me about football and we're like &lt;strong&gt;gossiping &lt;/strong&gt;or &lt;em&gt;rather&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;bitching &lt;/strong&gt;about the players. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Asyraf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; calls &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rooney&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;a stupid troll&lt;/strong&gt; and i &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lampard &lt;/span&gt;for his &lt;em&gt;sepet&lt;/em&gt; eyes. &lt;strong&gt;LOL!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Cool&lt;/em&gt; lah; ive got someone to talk to about &lt;strong&gt;World Cup&lt;/strong&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rooney's&lt;/span&gt; attitude &lt;strong&gt;suck&lt;/strong&gt; just now when he was &lt;em&gt;substituted &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gerrard&lt;/span&gt; came in &lt;em&gt;instead.&lt;/em&gt; He &lt;strong&gt;knocked&lt;/strong&gt; his fist &lt;em&gt;against &lt;/em&gt;the shelter and he &lt;em&gt;threw &lt;/em&gt;his boots &lt;strong&gt;angrily&lt;/strong&gt; when he was taking them out. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Asyraf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gladly&lt;/em&gt; said that he &lt;strong&gt;wants &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rooney's&lt;/span&gt; boots cause it was &lt;strong&gt;90 something&lt;/strong&gt;, i &lt;em&gt;don't know&lt;/em&gt; what and cost $313. &lt;strong&gt;LOL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GERRARD JUST SCORED! OMGOMGOMG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;shucks,&lt;/strong&gt; Sweden&lt;em&gt; just&lt;/em&gt; scored and it's such a &lt;strong&gt;pathetic &lt;/strong&gt;goal!&lt;br /&gt;What the &lt;strong&gt;@&amp;#*$%&amp;amp;$*@!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;FINAL SCORE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;England&lt;/span&gt; 2 - 2 &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sweden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115083698540140077?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115083698540140077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115083698540140077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115083698540140077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115083698540140077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/06/bbq-wasnt-fun-at-all-except-when-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115075763093305949</id><published>2006-06-20T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T15:54:57.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TO WAKE UP IN 1 HR 10 MINS TIME AND IM &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; NOT ASLP!&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115075763093305949?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115075763093305949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115075763093305949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115075763093305949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115075763093305949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/06/omgomgomgomgomgomg-i-have-to-wake-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115075064902493847</id><published>2006-06-20T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T13:57:29.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;BWAKAKAKA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer is up and running again. Thanks to my sister friend who gave away her monitor! Turns out that my monitor was flickering on and off cause it was faulty and my mum hadn't had the chance to bring it to the service centre for a repair so my sister's friend generously donated hers cause their CPU was spoilt or smth. Phew~ that was such a long sentence. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 4.49am now; FREAK FREAK FREAK. Im like supposed to wake up at 8am cause of the bbq and Im still not aslp now AND i might end up sleeping in junkie's tent during the bbq. Hahaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep due to all the late sleeping this June holidays so it turns into a habit of sleeping wayyy late. I mean, i went to bed at 12 plus and i couldn't get to sleep so i rolled around in bed and fiddled with my stuffed animals/pillows until i just had to get up and roamed around the house. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;England match tmrw, OMGOMGOMGOMG it's a must, must watch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115075064902493847?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115075064902493847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115075064902493847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115075064902493847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115075064902493847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/06/bwakakaka.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115070605790084465</id><published>2006-06-19T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T01:35:13.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;WAHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so freaking sad. The computer at my house couldn't be on so now Im using the computer at CREATIVE to blog. Lol. They have this computer sitting there, and it looks so lonely so I went up to it and started using while waiting for Liyana's mp3 to get repaired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, won't be blogging for quite some time unless my computer loves me again and decides to on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary school BBQ tmrw; i have a feeling it won't be so much fun. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then people, love ya all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115070605790084465?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115070605790084465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115070605790084465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115070605790084465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115070605790084465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/06/wahhhhhhhhhh-im-so-freaking-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115039969172692786</id><published>2006-06-16T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T12:28:11.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;ENGLAND 2-0 TRINIDAD &amp; TOBAGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nyehahahaha&lt;/strong&gt;; i feel so&lt;em&gt; freaking&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;happy.&lt;/strong&gt; England &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; scored, &lt;strong&gt;thanks to &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Crouch &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Gerrard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Power&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;lahhh &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Liverpool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;players. Even &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Lampard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;kalah(lose)&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;lahhs.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HEH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway&lt;/em&gt;, its 3.19 now and I &lt;em&gt;need &lt;/em&gt;to go to bed &lt;strong&gt;soon.&lt;/strong&gt; Going out to &lt;strong&gt;Bugis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(like finally!)&lt;/em&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;Meihao&lt;/strong&gt; tmrw. I &lt;em&gt;doubt&lt;/em&gt; i can wake up&lt;strong&gt; in time&lt;/strong&gt; so i asked Meihao to give me a &lt;strong&gt;wake up&lt;/strong&gt; call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update&lt;strong&gt; again&lt;/strong&gt; tmrw with &lt;em&gt;pictures and everything.&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet dreams people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt; HADY&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; JOAKIM&lt;/strong&gt; made it to the &lt;strong&gt;Top 12&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;em&gt;Woohoo!&lt;/em&gt; Another thing to celebrate on! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115039969172692786?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115039969172692786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115039969172692786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115039969172692786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115039969172692786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/06/england-2-0-trinidad-i-feel-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115039320770521965</id><published>2006-06-16T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T10:40:07.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Grrrrrrrrrr.&lt;/strong&gt; Watching &lt;strong&gt;England VS Trinidad &amp; Tobago&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;em&gt;sooo &lt;/em&gt;frustrating. It's &lt;em&gt;2/3&lt;/em&gt; to the game &lt;strong&gt;already &lt;/strong&gt;but &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; goal has been made; and &lt;strong&gt;England &lt;/strong&gt;had &lt;strong&gt;16 shots!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Grrrrr.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WAKE UP lahh England.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Sheesh.&lt;/em&gt; Me, my sister and my dad is like so&lt;strong&gt; frustrated/furious/pissed off&lt;/strong&gt; now. We're like shouting &lt;em&gt;away&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;hurling&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;vulgarities&lt;/strong&gt; at the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Bodoh, bodoh, &lt;strong&gt;OWEN TAK TAU GOAL KE APE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sis:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SELENGE betul lah&lt;/strong&gt;; EEEEYERCHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;APE DAH!&lt;/strong&gt; Kick pun tak betul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come on &lt;em&gt;lahh &lt;/em&gt;Rooney.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trinidad &amp; Tobago&lt;/strong&gt; got all &lt;em&gt;defensive&lt;/em&gt; in the game. I mean like seriously &lt;em&gt;lah,&lt;/em&gt; they are&lt;strong&gt; scared&lt;/strong&gt; to lose so they decided&lt;strong&gt; not&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;em&gt;attack &lt;/em&gt;that much &lt;strong&gt;unless&lt;/strong&gt; the ball got into their half. It's like &lt;strong&gt;1 whole bloody team&lt;/strong&gt; is at the &lt;strong&gt;England's &lt;/strong&gt;half of the field or penalty area and they are &lt;em&gt;defending&lt;/em&gt; all that they can. Im &lt;em&gt;seeing&lt;/em&gt; a &lt;strong&gt;whole bunch of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red blood cells&lt;/span&gt; in one area with only a few &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;white blood cell&lt;/span&gt; scattered around;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;sheesh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog again &lt;em&gt;later.&lt;/em&gt; I wanna &lt;em&gt;vent &lt;/em&gt;out my &lt;strong&gt;anger.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Beckham &lt;strong&gt;**** &lt;/strong&gt;at free kicks; &lt;em&gt;sheesh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115039320770521965?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115039320770521965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115039320770521965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115039320770521965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115039320770521965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/06/grrrrrrrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115031485596101312</id><published>2006-06-15T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T12:54:16.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watching &lt;strong&gt;Germany VS Poland&lt;/strong&gt; now and its a &lt;em&gt;draw &lt;/em&gt;at half time. &lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow's &lt;/strong&gt;Bugis outing with Vin and Meihao is &lt;em&gt;cancelled.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Sheesh.&lt;/strong&gt; Meihao's down with &lt;strong&gt;fever&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;em&gt;poor her&lt;/em&gt;. Vin was like &lt;strong&gt;"Im going to kill Meihao, Im going to kill Meihao."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hahaaaaaaaa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at &lt;strong&gt;4 plus&lt;/strong&gt; just now,&lt;em&gt; thanks&lt;/em&gt; to Cheri's call. If she &lt;strong&gt;didn't&lt;/strong&gt; wake me up, I &lt;em&gt;probably &lt;/em&gt;would have slept till &lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;LOL.&lt;/strong&gt; Anyways, I &lt;strong&gt;chatted&lt;/strong&gt; with a &lt;strong&gt;new-found&lt;/strong&gt; friend just now. A guy from the &lt;em&gt;debates &lt;/em&gt;workshop that day in &lt;strong&gt;AJC.&lt;/strong&gt; He's a &lt;em&gt;cool &lt;/em&gt;person and &lt;strong&gt;nice&lt;/strong&gt; to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive got &lt;strong&gt;nth&lt;/strong&gt; to update about except &lt;em&gt;soccer&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;LMAO.&lt;/strong&gt; I &lt;em&gt;didn't&lt;/em&gt; went out the &lt;em&gt;past&lt;/em&gt; few days so &lt;strong&gt;nth &lt;/strong&gt;much really &lt;strong&gt;happened.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eat,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;play,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;watch soccer&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; keeps going &lt;em&gt;on &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;on.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;Hahaaaaaa.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junkie's &lt;strong&gt;mad&lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;sort of&lt;/em&gt;) at me cause I keep &lt;strong&gt;abandoning&lt;/strong&gt; her &lt;em&gt;due &lt;/em&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;World Cup.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hahaaaaaaa.&lt;/em&gt; Don't be &lt;strong&gt;jealous&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;lahhs,&lt;/em&gt; its &lt;strong&gt;only &lt;/strong&gt;for a &lt;em&gt;few &lt;/em&gt;weeks; &lt;em&gt;heh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna &lt;strong&gt;continue&lt;/strong&gt; eating my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;peanut butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sandwich; &lt;strong&gt;more &lt;/strong&gt;updates &lt;em&gt;soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TATA&lt;/strong&gt; lovelies. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115031485596101312?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115031485596101312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115031485596101312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115031485596101312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115031485596101312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/06/watching-germany-vs-poland-now-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115029771392192368</id><published>2006-06-14T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T08:08:33.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPAIN WON!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyehahahaha; it was &lt;strong&gt;4-0.&lt;/strong&gt; So &lt;em&gt;cool&lt;/em&gt; lahs. &lt;strong&gt;First &lt;/strong&gt;time a match in the &lt;strong&gt;World Cup&lt;/strong&gt; was &lt;em&gt;exciting.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Anyways,&lt;/em&gt; I &lt;strong&gt;can't&lt;/strong&gt; wait for the primary school bbq outing; i wanna see &lt;strong&gt;AZREEN.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Nyehahaha;&lt;/strong&gt; i &lt;u&gt;know&lt;/u&gt; she's&lt;em&gt; missing&lt;/em&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;later,&lt;/em&gt; I wanna &lt;u&gt;watch&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Project Runway.&lt;/strong&gt;  Ive &lt;em&gt;already &lt;u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;missed&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;half &lt;/strong&gt;of the show; &lt;em&gt;sheesh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115029771392192368?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115029771392192368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115029771392192368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115029771392192368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115029771392192368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/06/spain-won-nyehahahaha-it-was-4-0.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115022873329437655</id><published>2006-06-14T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T12:58:53.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im watching &lt;strong&gt;Brazil VS Croatia&lt;/strong&gt; now and Brazil is&lt;em&gt; leading&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;1-0 for&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;now.&lt;/u&gt; Ive got &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; mood to blog, I &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; know &lt;em&gt;why.&lt;/em&gt; Probably because I never ate &lt;em&gt;enough&lt;/em&gt; for dinner just &lt;strong&gt;now.&lt;/strong&gt; Oh wells, I want to go&lt;strong&gt; ransacked&lt;/strong&gt; the kitchen and get a &lt;em&gt;midnight&lt;/em&gt; snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care &lt;strong&gt;loves.&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115022873329437655?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115022873329437655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115022873329437655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115022873329437655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115022873329437655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-watching-brazil-vs-croatia-now-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115015104877720773</id><published>2006-06-13T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T15:24:10.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's &lt;strong&gt;6.06 am&lt;/strong&gt; now and I still &lt;em&gt;have &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; gone to bed. &lt;strong&gt;Gosh,&lt;/strong&gt; Im&lt;em&gt; seriously&lt;/em&gt; beginning to be like an owl. Ha&lt;em&gt;haaaaaaa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;WORLD CUP&lt;/strong&gt; to bits and pieces. &lt;em&gt;Nyehahaha;&lt;/em&gt; i &lt;strong&gt;didn't&lt;/strong&gt; know soccer was so &lt;em&gt;exciting.&lt;/em&gt; Me and my &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sister&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; were like practically &lt;strong&gt;watching&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;every &lt;/em&gt;match, so&lt;strong&gt; cool&lt;/strong&gt; can! I &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;to see the players on the field; some are just&lt;em&gt; hot,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;hot,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HOT.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;hahaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;/em&gt; Im like recording down &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;scores&lt;/strong&gt; for the matches and super&lt;em&gt; enthu&lt;/em&gt; about the whole&lt;strong&gt; World Cup&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;thingy.&lt;/em&gt; All &lt;strong&gt;thanks &lt;/strong&gt;to my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who got me &lt;em&gt;addicted&lt;/em&gt; to soccer; &lt;strong&gt;HAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;strong&gt; didn't&lt;/strong&gt; watch the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Italy VS Ghana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; match cause I &lt;em&gt;forgot &lt;/em&gt;to turn on the teevee but I watched the previous match which is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;US VS Czech Republic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;So cool, so cool, so cool;&lt;/em&gt; I was practically &lt;em&gt;hurling &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vulgarities &lt;/strong&gt;at the players whenever they didn't pass properly or smth. &lt;em&gt;Nyehahahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Bodoh, bodoh, bodoh, &lt;a href="mailto:%*@#@&amp;*$%&amp;amp;$"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;%*@#@&amp;*$%&amp;amp;$&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sis:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Relax lahhs adik(means sister).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;*continues rambling*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:$*$&amp;*%$#@&amp;amp;*%"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$*$&amp;*%$#@&amp;amp;*%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SHOOT, SHOOT, GOAL! chey. &lt;strong&gt;&amp;$*#*&amp;amp;%$#@&amp;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I went&lt;em&gt; on&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;on&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;on&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;on...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;hahaaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyways,&lt;/em&gt; im &lt;strong&gt;tired&lt;/strong&gt; and my body is &lt;strong&gt;aching &lt;/strong&gt;now so &lt;em&gt;badly&lt;/em&gt;. I need my&lt;em&gt; darling&lt;/em&gt; bed &lt;strong&gt;immediately&lt;/strong&gt; if not, I won't be&lt;strong&gt; active&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;enough &lt;/em&gt;to catch more &lt;strong&gt;World Cup&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;actions&lt;/em&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;heh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Good night&lt;/span&gt; people or rather, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Good morning.&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115015104877720773?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115015104877720773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115015104877720773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115015104877720773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115015104877720773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-6.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115014023097906909</id><published>2006-06-13T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T07:41:32.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KILL VINCENT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaaaaaaa. &lt;em&gt;Kidding.&lt;/em&gt; (: Ive been tagged by him to do the quiz so here goes,&lt;br /&gt;(I might as well do it cause my cousin tagged me too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 20 people and answer the questions below. After which, do the tagging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Vincent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Junkie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Meihao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Cheri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Jolyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Alicia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ardila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Francesca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Elleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Kai Hong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Cui Xia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Lynette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Patricia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sheila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Joey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Azreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Syafiqah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Athirah (Sis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Jermaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Renie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. How did you meet number 14?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary school, during primary 5. My lovable, vulgarity queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.What would you do if you had never met Number 1?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would probably be the happiest teen on earth. Nyehahaha. Kiddings. I would die without him cause Ive got no one to bitch with and i wouldn't be hooked onto Xmen if it wasn't for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.What would you do if 20 and 9 dated you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20- 100% not possible. She's my "teacher" for Maths and if i were to date her, she would probably add more stress to my Maths results. Hahaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;9- My SIAO-CHA-BO princess. I think we would go crazy together and eventually die if I were to date her. LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.Would 6 and 17 make a good couple?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! They don't even know each other; yet you want them to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.Describe Number 3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be very miserable if im not friends with her. She's got a screw loose in her head and we both often go mad together, giving each other silly nicknames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.Do you think No.8 is attractive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, definitely! THAT vainpot; heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.Tell me something about No.7.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over-ly obsessed with keys and locks nowadays; i shall lock her up in a cage and throw away the key so that she'll get sick of them; hahaaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.Do you know anything about no.12's family?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a cute + adorable little brother and a set of parents; LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.What is No.10's favourite?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive got no idea! Never keep in touch with her for quite a long time but I know she's such a sweeetie. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.What would you do if 11 confesses that he/she likes you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha; she already love me to bits, so I don't mind if she likes me a little more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What language does 15 speak?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother language! LOL; she likes to nag but oh wells, i still love her. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.Who is 18 going out with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO! dumb question; too many guys to name. Steven Gerrard, Xabi Alonso, Drew Fuller! (She'll kill me when she sees this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.What is your relationship with no.16 and how old is he/she now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's my primary school bestie and Im still loving her to bits! 14 now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.When was the last time u talked to 13?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday? She sent me an sms wishing me Happy Birthday; i guess that was the only time i talked to her this year. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15 .Who's 2's favourite singer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALA; herself. LOL! but seriously, i think paul twohill? she got lots lahhhhhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.Would you date number 4?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, definitely. Im already dating her right now; nyehahaha; don't be jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.Would you date 14?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to but I think she's attached. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.Is 15 single?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yepyep; any takers? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.What is 10 last name?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong. Madeline Lim Kai Hong; heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.Would you ever consider being in a relationship with 6?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaa; sure, why not? We are already darlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21.What school does 3 go to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hougang secondary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22.Where does 4 live?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere near Hougang Mall, block 325 if Im not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23.What is your favourite thing about number 5?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha; our endless jokes on FATNESS. She's tooooo crapppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24.What do you think of no.13?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super nice and soo lovable. She's too sweet to get mad at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25.What do no.4 and no.19 have in common?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are in the same class? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26.What special qualities does number 20 hold in your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. Lots of things; i love her a million red M&amp;amp;Ms. Her retardedness, lameness, craziness, madness, i love them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna pass this quiz to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Junkie,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Meihao(she'll be too lazy to do it),&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ardila,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Renie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Athirah my sister!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115014023097906909?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115014023097906909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115014023097906909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115014023097906909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115014023097906909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/06/kill-vincent-hahaaaaaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115009990412952445</id><published>2006-06-12T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T01:17:42.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe it. &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; post in just &lt;strong&gt;one &lt;/strong&gt;day; &lt;em&gt;heh&lt;/em&gt;. (: My computer has been on since &lt;strong&gt;12am yesterday till now, 3.46pm.&lt;/strong&gt; That's &lt;strong&gt;15 hrs and 46 minutes&lt;/strong&gt; of playing/using the computer. Man, my house electricity bills will &lt;em&gt;definitely&lt;/em&gt; go&lt;em&gt; up.&lt;/em&gt; But &lt;strong&gt;who's&lt;/strong&gt; to blame for the long hours of using the computer &lt;strong&gt;today &lt;/strong&gt;as it can't get itself started the past&lt;strong&gt; few&lt;/strong&gt; days. &lt;em&gt;Sheeshh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have to &lt;strong&gt;off &lt;/strong&gt;my computer &lt;em&gt;soon&lt;/em&gt; or it'll &lt;strong&gt;burst.&lt;/strong&gt; I rather not have it &lt;strong&gt;burst &lt;/strong&gt;cause even if it keeps &lt;em&gt;flickering,&lt;/em&gt; it still can be &lt;strong&gt;on&lt;/strong&gt; by luck. &lt;em&gt;Weird.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through my &lt;strong&gt;big box of neoprints&lt;/strong&gt; and I was &lt;strong&gt;laughing &lt;/strong&gt;at all the &lt;em&gt;funny&lt;/em&gt; poses we used to take. We look so &lt;strong&gt;different&lt;/strong&gt; and I &lt;strong&gt;missed &lt;/strong&gt;my primary schl friends lots &lt;em&gt;lahhhhhhs.&lt;/em&gt; (: I &lt;strong&gt;managed&lt;/strong&gt; to keep in contact with &lt;strong&gt;Vincent, Elleen, France, Lynette, Kai Hong and Cui Xia&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;onlyy;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;sad.&lt;/strong&gt; :( I &lt;strong&gt;wanted &lt;/strong&gt;to scan the neos we took and &lt;em&gt;post &lt;/em&gt;it up but notice how time consuming that is, I shall do it &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of &lt;strong&gt;all the people&lt;/strong&gt; I've &lt;em&gt;missed&lt;/em&gt; this holiday. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*Junkie-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;my LALALA bestie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*Meihao-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;my shopping QUEEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*Cheri-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;my dearest CHERRY darling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*Jolyn-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;my FAT twin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*Alicia-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;my cam-whoring PRINCESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*Ardila-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;my non-stop 24 hours TALKING buddy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*Filzah-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; my insanely LAME teacher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*Ziana-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;my SCARY-looking yet crappy buddy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*Renie-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;my RETARDED yet entertaining khaki&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*Vincent-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;my BITCHING partner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*Francesca-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;my SHOPAHOLIC sister&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*Kai Hong-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;my GOODY-TWO-SHOES angel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*Elleen-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;my CRAZY + INSANELY MAD girlfriend no 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*Lynette-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;my SWEETHEART who chopped off her hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*Cui Xia-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;my CRAZY + INSANELY MAD girlfriend no 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*Patricia-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;my LOVABLE + HUGGABLE sister&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*Sheila-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;my VULGARITY queen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*Joey-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;my SWEET yet naggy ah ma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*Azreen-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;my BELOVED primary school bestie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*Syafiqah-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;my BELOVED primary school sweetheart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(did I miss out anyone? heh)&lt;br /&gt;I miss the last eleven people &lt;em&gt;terribly&lt;/em&gt;, especially those who I &lt;strong&gt;haven't&lt;/strong&gt; seen in &lt;em&gt;ages;&lt;/em&gt; =/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then people, &lt;strong&gt;take care!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115009990412952445?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115009990412952445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115009990412952445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115009990412952445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115009990412952445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-cant-believe-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115006310537920044</id><published>2006-06-12T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T15:12:41.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/6155-050204.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/6198-000113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This two photos are &lt;strong&gt;too&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;yummy.&lt;/em&gt; I &lt;strong&gt;couldn't&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;resis&lt;/em&gt;t so I &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; to post it &lt;em&gt;up!&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Blog25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Blog26.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Blog31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;snapped&lt;/em&gt; this photo when &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Junkie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;was &lt;em&gt;blinking&lt;/em&gt; so it turns out as though she was &lt;strong&gt;sleeping;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;hahaaaaaaaaa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Blog27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;couldn't &lt;/strong&gt;resist; i &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; to post a photo of &lt;em&gt;myself&lt;/em&gt; up! &lt;strong&gt;LMAO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Blog28.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Meihao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;hates &lt;/strong&gt;this photo but i &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;it to bits. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Blog29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's &lt;em&gt;gonna&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;kill&lt;/strong&gt; me when she &lt;em&gt;sees&lt;/em&gt; this photo; &lt;strong&gt;heh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Blog30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our &lt;strong&gt;well-finished&lt;/strong&gt; grande size of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Mocha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Banana&lt;/span&gt; Frappecino.&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/scan0011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/scan0010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, pictures of my &lt;strong&gt;3 favourite idols&lt;/strong&gt; so far- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Gayle,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Jasmine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Gayle-Nerva.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 172px; HEIGHT: 531px" height="495" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Paul-Twohill.jpg" width="172" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 172px; HEIGHT: 495px" height="537" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Jasmine-Tye.jpg" width="172" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/resultshow1_10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul looks&lt;strong&gt; so cute&lt;/strong&gt; in this photo, all &lt;em&gt;sappy &lt;/em&gt;as though he's in &lt;em&gt;love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/resultshow2_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gayle looks &lt;strong&gt;super duper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; pretttaye&lt;/em&gt; in this photo &lt;em&gt;lahhs;&lt;/em&gt; im &lt;strong&gt;jealous!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Credits to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.singaporeidol.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.singaporeidol.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; for all the Idols photos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115006310537920044?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115006310537920044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115006310537920044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115006310537920044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115006310537920044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-two-photos-are-too-yummy.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-115005335879937416</id><published>2006-06-12T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T12:16:00.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;GAH!&lt;/strong&gt; I know I have not been &lt;strong&gt;blogging&lt;/strong&gt; for some time but&lt;strong&gt; hey,&lt;/strong&gt; it's not &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;fault!&lt;/em&gt; Blame it on my computer. It's so &lt;strong&gt;retarded&lt;/strong&gt; that it keeps &lt;em&gt;flickering&lt;/em&gt; and I just can't get it to &lt;strong&gt;on.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Luckily,&lt;/em&gt; it &lt;strong&gt;loves&lt;/strong&gt; me tonight and it &lt;strong&gt;happily&lt;/strong&gt; on itself. (: &lt;em&gt;hahaaaaaaa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping &lt;em&gt;wayyy&lt;/em&gt; late the past few days. Around &lt;strong&gt;4 to 6 am.&lt;/strong&gt; Lol. Im developing &lt;strong&gt;major eyebags&lt;/strong&gt; and I &lt;em&gt;shall &lt;/em&gt;be looking like a &lt;strong&gt;panda&lt;/strong&gt; soon. &lt;em&gt;Hahaaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;/em&gt; I finally went to&lt;strong&gt; shop&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;yesterday&lt;/em&gt; and I bought a &lt;strong&gt;Hollister tee + 2 charmbracelets.&lt;/strong&gt; So freaking &lt;em&gt;happy&lt;/em&gt; can. I &lt;em&gt;didn't &lt;/em&gt;shop for &lt;strong&gt;sooo&lt;/strong&gt; long already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;movie outings,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;coffee dates,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lunch dates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the past week. I caught &lt;strong&gt;X-Men 3&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;The Omen&lt;/strong&gt; already. &lt;strong&gt;X-Men 3&lt;/strong&gt; is to die for and I really really really want an &lt;strong&gt;X-Men 4!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*squeeeeeeeeeeealss*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The Omen&lt;/strong&gt; was okay but I didn't quite get it and I&lt;strong&gt; freaked&lt;/strong&gt; out a few times. &lt;em&gt;Hahaaaaaaaa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to &lt;strong&gt;photoshop&lt;/strong&gt; some pictures &lt;em&gt;now.&lt;/em&gt; Ill upload them &lt;em&gt;later &lt;/em&gt;cause I don't want my blog to &lt;strong&gt;rot!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Sheesh.&lt;/em&gt; It's like &lt;strong&gt;3.01am&lt;/strong&gt; now but I &lt;em&gt;ain't&lt;/em&gt; going to sleep &lt;strong&gt;yet&lt;/strong&gt; cause Im having a&lt;em&gt; competition&lt;/em&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Junkie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Hahaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Oh yes, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liyana &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is nicknamed &lt;strong&gt;the Junk Collector&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Miss Tan&lt;/strong&gt; and I shall start calling her &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Junkie &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in every one of my post now; &lt;em&gt;heh.&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-115005335879937416?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/115005335879937416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=115005335879937416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115005335879937416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/115005335879937416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/06/gah-i-know-i-have-not-been-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-114891621910512837</id><published>2006-05-29T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T08:23:39.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out with &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;France&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just now.&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Fun,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;fun,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;FUNNNNNNNN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Updates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; tmrw&lt;/em&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;lots&lt;/strong&gt; of pictures. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loves.&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/26165206-114891621910512837?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/114891621910512837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=114891621910512837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/114891621910512837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/114891621910512837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/05/went-out-with-france-and-vin-just-now_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-114873910909835608</id><published>2006-05-27T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T07:11:49.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im so &lt;strong&gt;bored &lt;/strong&gt;now that I played &lt;strong&gt;PowerPuff Girls&lt;/strong&gt; games at &lt;em&gt;Cartoon Network&lt;/em&gt; as my &lt;strong&gt;last &lt;/strong&gt;resort. &lt;em&gt;Hahaaaaa.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Renie&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;suggested it and I soon got&lt;strong&gt; hooked&lt;/strong&gt; onto it. &lt;strong&gt;Lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was &lt;em&gt;supposed &lt;/em&gt;to go &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bugis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; today but our plans &lt;strong&gt;failed&lt;/strong&gt; so we decided to make up for it by &lt;em&gt;playing&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;bowling &lt;/strong&gt;tomorrow! Have&lt;em&gt; not&lt;/em&gt; played it for such a &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; time, I &lt;strong&gt;must &lt;/strong&gt;brush up my skills so that I can &lt;strong&gt;beat&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Dicky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hahaaaaaaaaa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically &lt;strong&gt;laze&lt;/strong&gt; around at home &lt;em&gt;again;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; eat, play, sleep;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;eat, play, sleep.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HAHA!&lt;/strong&gt; Im feeling so &lt;strong&gt;bloated &lt;/strong&gt;now due to eating &lt;em&gt;too &lt;/em&gt;much bread with nutella during the &lt;em&gt;afternoon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; but&lt;/strong&gt; Im &lt;em&gt;stuffing&lt;/em&gt; myself up &lt;strong&gt;with&lt;/strong&gt; the fried rice my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;mum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;bought for me. &lt;em&gt;Heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im &lt;em&gt;off &lt;/em&gt;to find &lt;strong&gt;something&lt;/strong&gt; to do now before &lt;strong&gt;boredom &lt;/strong&gt;gets &lt;em&gt;over&lt;/em&gt; me and&lt;em&gt; eventually&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ends &lt;/strong&gt;up &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;killing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me. &lt;strong&gt;Lol. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Good night sweets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-114873910909835608?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/114873910909835608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=114873910909835608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/114873910909835608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/114873910909835608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-so-bored-now-that-i-played.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-114865028728524351</id><published>2006-05-26T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T06:31:27.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My &lt;strong&gt;god.&lt;/strong&gt; My &lt;u&gt;results&lt;/u&gt; are like&lt;em&gt; &lt;s&gt;shit.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I'm feeling so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;demoralised.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for &lt;strong&gt;me,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;he's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; feeling down &lt;em&gt;too.&lt;/em&gt; We &lt;strong&gt;smsed&lt;/strong&gt; for quite a &lt;em&gt;while &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM-ed&lt;/strong&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;em&gt; don't&lt;/em&gt; have the mood to &lt;strong&gt;blog.&lt;/strong&gt; How can I feel&lt;strong&gt; happy&lt;/strong&gt; when &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and my &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;MEANIE cupcake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; is feeling &lt;strong&gt;miserable&lt;/strong&gt;? Im &lt;em&gt;off&lt;/em&gt; to roam &lt;strong&gt;around &lt;/strong&gt;the house now. &lt;strong&gt;=X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Take care loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-114865028728524351?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/114865028728524351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=114865028728524351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/114865028728524351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/114865028728524351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-114848257871719387</id><published>2006-05-24T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T07:56:18.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im like &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; freaking &lt;em&gt;happy&lt;/em&gt; now. I can't say why but &lt;em&gt;ahhh,&lt;/em&gt; I &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; like Im in &lt;strong&gt;cloud 9.&lt;/strong&gt; Those who are close to me would know &lt;em&gt;lahhhhs.&lt;/em&gt; (: I feel like&lt;strong&gt; melting&lt;/strong&gt; at the sight of&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;hahaaaaaaaaa!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liyana &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was driving me &lt;strong&gt;mad&lt;/strong&gt; today by &lt;em&gt;singing &lt;/em&gt;and saying &lt;em&gt;crappy&lt;/em&gt; things while we were doing our reflections for art. She was like &lt;strong&gt;happily&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;lala-ing&lt;/em&gt; away and &lt;strong&gt;saying&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;nonsensical&lt;/em&gt; stuffs. &lt;em&gt;Hahaaaaa.&lt;/em&gt; We ended up &lt;strong&gt;bursting &lt;/strong&gt;into &lt;em&gt;laughter&lt;/em&gt; and we just couldn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English &lt;strong&gt;oral&lt;/strong&gt; was &lt;em&gt;alright.&lt;/em&gt; Im &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;sure whether the &lt;strong&gt;picture&lt;/strong&gt; depicts a &lt;em&gt;fishing village&lt;/em&gt; or a &lt;em&gt;flood.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lol.&lt;/strong&gt; But I said a&lt;em&gt; flood&lt;/em&gt; had just occurred and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Liyana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;said it was a &lt;em&gt;fishing village.&lt;/em&gt; I &lt;em&gt;merely &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crapped&lt;/strong&gt; my way through and it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; waiting for &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;turn. &lt;strong&gt;Imagine&lt;/strong&gt; being number &lt;strong&gt;18th&lt;/strong&gt; in the class, I was the&lt;em&gt; last&lt;/em&gt; 3 to get tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Punggol Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; after that to release our stress. We played the&lt;strong&gt; swings&lt;/strong&gt; like little &lt;em&gt;kiddies &lt;/em&gt;and went &lt;strong&gt;walking &lt;/strong&gt;around the park. I didn't know that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Punggol Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was like so&lt;em&gt; full&lt;/em&gt; with &lt;em&gt;mats and minahs&lt;/em&gt; or what we say &lt;em&gt;ah bengs and ah lians&lt;/em&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;chinese.&lt;/strong&gt; They were like &lt;strong&gt;kissing&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;making out&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;em&gt;public,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;some &lt;/strong&gt;of the guys were even &lt;strong&gt;half-naked!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ewwwwwww.&lt;/em&gt; How &lt;strong&gt;disgusting&lt;/strong&gt; can they get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; crazy and decided to follow &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Liyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to fetch her brother cause I&lt;strong&gt; didn't&lt;/strong&gt; want to go home too &lt;em&gt;early.&lt;/em&gt; We took &lt;strong&gt;74&lt;/strong&gt; and dropped at the bus stop opposite &lt;em&gt;Acmes Stationery.&lt;/em&gt; We then took &lt;strong&gt;161 &lt;/strong&gt;which were &lt;em&gt;directly&lt;/em&gt; behind&lt;strong&gt; 74.&lt;/strong&gt; We were &lt;em&gt;supposedly &lt;/em&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;alight&lt;/strong&gt; at the bus stop before &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YCK primary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so that&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Liyana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; could walk to her&lt;strong&gt; brother's&lt;/strong&gt; childcare center and I could &lt;em&gt;cross&lt;/em&gt; over and take &lt;strong&gt;88 &lt;/strong&gt;home. &lt;strong&gt;BUT.&lt;/strong&gt; I saw &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;waiting&lt;/strong&gt; at the bus stop where we were supposed to &lt;strong&gt;alight&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was going to &lt;strong&gt;board &lt;/strong&gt;the bus&lt;strong&gt;!! &lt;/strong&gt;I &lt;em&gt;stubbornly&lt;/em&gt; didn't want to get &lt;strong&gt;off &lt;/strong&gt;the bus and &lt;strong&gt;persuaded&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Liyana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; not to as well. &lt;em&gt;Hahaaaaa.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; saw us and began &lt;strong&gt;smiling &lt;/strong&gt;but I was too&lt;strong&gt; shy&lt;/strong&gt; to even &lt;strong&gt;look&lt;/strong&gt; at him which &lt;em&gt;resulted&lt;/em&gt; in me looking&lt;em&gt; away&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was like &lt;strong&gt;grinning &lt;/strong&gt;all the time and &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;was like &lt;strong&gt;giggling&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;non-stop&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;blushing&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;furiously.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liyana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; then, being such a &lt;em&gt;meanie &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(hahaaaaaaaaa),&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;alighted&lt;/em&gt; at one of the stops before &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Compass Point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;left &lt;/strong&gt;me&lt;em&gt; alone&lt;/em&gt; in the bus. I was like &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;scared/nervous/shocked/i don't know what &lt;/em&gt;that I &lt;em&gt;felt &lt;/em&gt;like &lt;strong&gt;dying &lt;/strong&gt;in the bus. &lt;strong&gt;LOL. But&lt;/strong&gt; I soon alighted and &lt;strong&gt;managed &lt;/strong&gt;to take a &lt;em&gt;sneak peek&lt;/em&gt; at &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Syafiq &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;came to my house just &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt; and he was like so&lt;em&gt; freaking&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;adorable.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Didn't&lt;/strong&gt; manage to get a picture of him &lt;em&gt;cause &lt;/em&gt;I've got &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; idea where my camera &lt;strong&gt;went.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;He's &lt;/em&gt;becoming more and more &lt;strong&gt;naughtier&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; cheekier&lt;/strong&gt; but he's too&lt;em&gt; adorable&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;resist!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hahaaaaaa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im &lt;strong&gt;off &lt;/strong&gt;to watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Project Runway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now and Im going on a &lt;em&gt;secret&lt;/em&gt; mission tomorrow with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ardila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so I'll &lt;strong&gt;shall&lt;/strong&gt; post &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; about it then. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good night people. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-114848257871719387?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/114848257871719387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=114848257871719387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/114848257871719387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/114848257871719387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/05/omgomgomgomgomg-im-like-so-freaking.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-114830553666996612</id><published>2006-05-22T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T06:45:38.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;lazy&lt;/em&gt; to blog and my body is &lt;em&gt;aching&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; over. Ive got &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; idea why as I never did any &lt;em&gt;rough&lt;/em&gt; or&lt;em&gt; tiring&lt;/em&gt; activities the&lt;strong&gt; past&lt;/strong&gt; few days. Im just&lt;strong&gt; lazying&lt;/strong&gt; around at home, &lt;em&gt;walking&lt;/em&gt; around the house like &lt;strong&gt;one stupid idiot.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hahaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH YEA.&lt;/strong&gt; I have &lt;em&gt;two &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new&lt;/strong&gt; cupcakes to join me. &lt;strong&gt;Fruity cupcake&lt;/strong&gt; though he prefers to be called fruitcake and &lt;strong&gt;Meanie cupcake.&lt;/strong&gt; Hahaaaa. &lt;em&gt;Fruity&lt;/em&gt; cupcake is &lt;strong&gt;Fadly&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Meanie&lt;/em&gt; cupcake is &lt;strong&gt;Meihao.&lt;/strong&gt; I had a&lt;strong&gt; great&lt;/strong&gt; time chatting with them &lt;em&gt;yesterday.&lt;/em&gt; They &lt;strong&gt;cheered &lt;/strong&gt;me up &lt;em&gt;lahhhs&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;made&lt;/strong&gt; me laugh til my cheeks &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hurt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hahaaaaa.&lt;/em&gt; Not &lt;strong&gt;forgetting&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Vincent&lt;/em&gt; who is &lt;strong&gt;Lovely cupcake&lt;/strong&gt; but isnt included in the family cause &lt;strong&gt;Fadly&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;doesn't&lt;/em&gt; know him. &lt;em&gt;Haha.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Cupcakes are so adorable.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;chopped&lt;/strong&gt; off my hair on &lt;em&gt;Saturday.&lt;/em&gt; Its so &lt;em&gt;freaking&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;short &lt;/strong&gt;and I &lt;strong&gt;hate &lt;/strong&gt;it &lt;em&gt;lahs.&lt;/em&gt; The hairdresser at Supercut &lt;strong&gt;didn't&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;listen&lt;/em&gt; to the hairstyle I wanted and cut so &lt;em&gt;freaking&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;above &lt;/strong&gt;shoulder length. I feel like&lt;strong&gt; chopping&lt;/strong&gt; her up and &lt;em&gt;throwing &lt;/em&gt;her body parts into the &lt;strong&gt;sea.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hahaaaaaaa.&lt;/em&gt; But Im &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;that &lt;strong&gt;evil&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;okay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with &lt;strong&gt;Alicia &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Liyana&lt;/strong&gt; to get their hair cut just &lt;em&gt;now.&lt;/em&gt; Alicia was like &lt;em&gt;so not happy&lt;/em&gt; with her haircut cause the guy &lt;strong&gt;cutting &lt;/strong&gt;for her was kind of &lt;strong&gt;irritating&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;didn't&lt;/em&gt; do as what he was told, kinda like &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; case. He &lt;em&gt;said &lt;/em&gt;that if Alicia wanted her hair to be &lt;em&gt;thinner,&lt;/em&gt; it would get &lt;strong&gt;wavy &lt;/strong&gt;all that and wouldn't &lt;strong&gt;suit&lt;/strong&gt; her face. &lt;em&gt;Who cares&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;lahhh,&lt;/strong&gt; just do what you're &lt;strong&gt;told &lt;/strong&gt;can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;chatted&lt;/strong&gt; with Daniel just &lt;em&gt;now.&lt;/em&gt; He was like &lt;strong&gt;telling &lt;/strong&gt;me about this &lt;em&gt;molar&lt;/em&gt; or his &lt;em&gt;tooth thingy &lt;/em&gt;and hearing him say it was &lt;em&gt;sooo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;freaky.&lt;/strong&gt; I &lt;strong&gt;hate &lt;/strong&gt;the dentist and I can't &lt;em&gt;imagine&lt;/em&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;pain&lt;/strong&gt; he had to suffer. &lt;em&gt;Hahaaa.&lt;/em&gt; And he was being &lt;em&gt;awfully &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kind&lt;/strong&gt; by helping me buy a &lt;strong&gt;Steven Gerrard&lt;/strong&gt; poster if &lt;em&gt;possible&lt;/em&gt; and we were &lt;strong&gt;ranting&lt;/strong&gt; about how&lt;em&gt; low&lt;/em&gt; our marks were. &lt;em&gt;Hahaa.&lt;/em&gt; Chatted with &lt;strong&gt;Jolyn&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Darren &lt;/strong&gt;too. I was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;whining &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;to Darren all through the conversation on how I &lt;strong&gt;wouldn't&lt;/strong&gt; be a &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; debater and I would &lt;strong&gt;stutter&lt;/strong&gt; while &lt;em&gt;debating &lt;/em&gt;but he told me to&lt;strong&gt; relax&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;calm myself down.&lt;/strong&gt; Just&lt;em&gt; think&lt;/em&gt; as if you're&lt;strong&gt; arguing&lt;/strong&gt; with a friend. So &lt;strong&gt;nice&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;lahhhhhhhs.&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyone&lt;/strong&gt; up for movies&lt;em&gt; this weekend&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;or&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;next week&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;strong&gt;Call me up&lt;/strong&gt; for a date!! I &lt;em&gt;wanna&lt;/em&gt; watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the movies they are &lt;strong&gt;screening now or soon&lt;/strong&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;good nightttt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Happpppy belated 14th birthday Jermaine! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Cookie cupcake + Meanie cupcake + Fruity cupcake = Cupcake Family &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-114830553666996612?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/114830553666996612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=114830553666996612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/114830553666996612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/114830553666996612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-feel-so-lazy-to-blog-and-my-body-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-114770163026921017</id><published>2006-05-15T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T07:00:31.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just &lt;strong&gt;finished&lt;/strong&gt; bathing and boy, do i feel so &lt;strong&gt;fresh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Filzah came to my house just &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt; and I rented I Not Stupid Too. We watched it &lt;strong&gt;while&lt;/strong&gt; using the computer. The movie was &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; so &lt;strong&gt;touching.&lt;/strong&gt; I &lt;strong&gt;cried&lt;/strong&gt; at those violent parts and when Chengcai's dad was dying. I &lt;strong&gt;can't&lt;/strong&gt; help it, Im such a &lt;em&gt;sucker&lt;/em&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;heartwarming&lt;/strong&gt; dramas. &lt;strong&gt;Lol. &lt;/strong&gt;I think the movie is &lt;strong&gt;nice&lt;/strong&gt; and I don't know &lt;em&gt;why &lt;/em&gt;some critics said that the &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; movie was &lt;strong&gt;better.&lt;/strong&gt; Anyway, the boys, Joshua and Shaun has grown so much hotter lahhhs! And because I &lt;em&gt;rented&lt;/em&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;deluxe&lt;/strong&gt; version of the CD, there's like this booklet &lt;strong&gt;inside&lt;/strong&gt; and there were &lt;em&gt;gorgeous&lt;/em&gt; pictures of them inside. Im &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; with them lahs. &lt;em&gt;Oh why, oh why &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can't&lt;/strong&gt; Malay guys this days be as &lt;strong&gt;hot&lt;/strong&gt; as them? &lt;em&gt;Haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some &lt;strong&gt;random&lt;/strong&gt; pictures I &lt;em&gt;took.&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Blog21.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Blog22.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Blog23.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Blog24.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry&lt;/strong&gt; for the &lt;em&gt;lousy&lt;/em&gt; pictures. =/ I had a &lt;strong&gt;hard&lt;/strong&gt; time taking them cause of the &lt;em&gt;light.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Im &lt;strong&gt;off&lt;/strong&gt; to eat my &lt;em&gt;verrrry&lt;/em&gt; late dinner of prata now and its &lt;strong&gt;UZap&lt;/strong&gt; time after that! &lt;em&gt;Teehees. &lt;/em&gt;Till then, &lt;strong&gt;good night!&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: &lt;strong&gt;Someone(HE!)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;talked &lt;/em&gt;to me today, &lt;em&gt;wave&lt;/em&gt; at me today, &lt;em&gt;shouted my name across &lt;/em&gt;today, &lt;em&gt;smiled&lt;/em&gt; at me today and &lt;em&gt;said goodbye &lt;/em&gt;to me today! I feel so &lt;strong&gt;freaking happy!&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-114770163026921017?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/114770163026921017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=114770163026921017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/114770163026921017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/114770163026921017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-just-finished-bathing-and-boy-do-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-114751703134106912</id><published>2006-05-13T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T04:17:42.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay Im &lt;strong&gt;back!&lt;/strong&gt; :D Didn't update for the past week cause of &lt;strong&gt;SA1&lt;/strong&gt; and simply because Ive got &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt; to blog &lt;em&gt;about.&lt;/em&gt; So here's a &lt;em&gt;brief&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;update&lt;/strong&gt; on things that has been &lt;strong&gt;happening&lt;/strong&gt; in my life these &lt;em&gt;past few days.&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday 9th May&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/1600/aquamarine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/320/aquamarine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch &lt;strong&gt;Aquamarine&lt;/strong&gt; after Art exam with Meihao. I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; this movie &lt;em&gt;can!&lt;/em&gt; It's like so freaking &lt;strong&gt;nice.&lt;/strong&gt; Its not like some &lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt; show where you find a mermaid and &lt;strong&gt;dumb, fairytale thingy&lt;/strong&gt; happens. This show teaches you on the &lt;em&gt;values &lt;/em&gt;of &lt;strong&gt;friendship, family and love.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Super super super&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;NICE!&lt;/strong&gt; I wanna watch it &lt;strong&gt;again.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Anyone willing&lt;/em&gt; to go with &lt;strong&gt;me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show is very &lt;strong&gt;humourous&lt;/strong&gt; also &lt;em&gt;lahs.&lt;/em&gt; And I &lt;strong&gt;love &lt;/strong&gt;their &lt;strong&gt;fashion sense&lt;/strong&gt; in the movie. I wanna &lt;em&gt;buy clothes&lt;/em&gt; like them!! Their labels &lt;strong&gt;can't&lt;/strong&gt; be found in Singapore though. &lt;strong&gt;BOO.&lt;/strong&gt; And I want to&lt;em&gt; save&lt;/em&gt; up lots of &lt;strong&gt;$$$$$&lt;/strong&gt; to go on a shopping &lt;em&gt;spree&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;HAHA.&lt;/strong&gt; And &lt;strong&gt;Meihao &lt;/strong&gt;is in &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;with &lt;strong&gt;Raymond&lt;/strong&gt; from the show. &lt;strong&gt;Madness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After&lt;/strong&gt; the show, we went &lt;em&gt;walking&lt;/em&gt; around PS. &lt;strong&gt;Fooled &lt;/strong&gt;around and&lt;em&gt; played&lt;/em&gt; with the camera. We went to &lt;strong&gt;Carrefour&lt;/strong&gt; and took pictures too. Haha. We &lt;strong&gt;posed&lt;/strong&gt; with the shades they are having on sale &lt;em&gt;there.&lt;/em&gt; I had a &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;great &lt;/strong&gt;time on that day. It's such a&lt;strong&gt; long&lt;/strong&gt; time since the last time I went out with&lt;strong&gt; Meihao&lt;/strong&gt; and had lots of &lt;em&gt;fun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Hougang Mall after that where I bought this &lt;strong&gt;pretty&lt;/strong&gt; pair of pink flats. It was what I wanted the &lt;em&gt;last&lt;/em&gt; time but they &lt;strong&gt;ran&lt;/strong&gt; out of my size. Went to&lt;em&gt; eat&lt;/em&gt; at Mac after that where we saw &lt;em&gt;Uthara's boyfriend&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(THAT 1E1 malay guy)&lt;/strong&gt; having an &lt;strong&gt;affair&lt;/strong&gt; with a &lt;em&gt;middle aged&lt;/em&gt; woman. &lt;strong&gt;Hahaaa.&lt;/strong&gt; It was his &lt;em&gt;mother lahh&lt;/em&gt; but we &lt;strong&gt;crapped &lt;/strong&gt;a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pictures are up!! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Blog09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Blog10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Blog11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Blog12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Blog13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday 11th May&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went &lt;strong&gt;sight-seeing&lt;/strong&gt; with Alicia &lt;em&gt;today.&lt;/em&gt; Went around the &lt;strong&gt;South&lt;/strong&gt; area- &lt;em&gt;Suntec/Marina Square&lt;/em&gt; that side. My &lt;strong&gt;2nd&lt;/strong&gt; time out with Alicia and it was &lt;strong&gt;super&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;fun lahh.&lt;/em&gt; We took &lt;strong&gt;lots&lt;/strong&gt; of pictures and &lt;em&gt;cam-whored&lt;/em&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;whole&lt;/strong&gt; day. Hahaa. We did all &lt;strong&gt;kinds&lt;/strong&gt; of&lt;em&gt; funny&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;stupid &lt;/em&gt;stuffs and &lt;strong&gt;posed &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;silly&lt;/em&gt; pictures. &lt;strong&gt;Haha.&lt;/strong&gt; Played at &lt;strong&gt;Carrefour &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Toy'R'Us.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;LOL.&lt;/em&gt; We were like so&lt;em&gt; kiddish&lt;/em&gt; lahh but who &lt;strong&gt;cares&lt;/strong&gt;; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pictures are up!! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Blog14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Blog15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Blog16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Blog17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Blog18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Blog19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Blog20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday 12th May&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my aunt's house &lt;strong&gt;yesterday &lt;/strong&gt;to visit Syafiq. I &lt;em&gt;played&lt;/em&gt; with him the &lt;strong&gt;whole&lt;/strong&gt; time plus my other &lt;em&gt;nephews and nieces.&lt;/em&gt; Super &lt;strong&gt;cute&lt;/strong&gt; lah all of them &lt;em&gt;but &lt;/em&gt;Syafiq is the &lt;strong&gt;cutest!!&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Blog01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Blog02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Blog03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Blog04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Blog05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Blog06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Blog07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v239/vanilla-essence/Blog08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; for today. Im&lt;em&gt; tired&lt;/em&gt; now from all that &lt;em&gt;photoshop-ping&lt;/em&gt; of pictures and&lt;em&gt; uploading&lt;/em&gt; them to my computer. I shall &lt;strong&gt;blog &lt;/strong&gt;again &lt;em&gt;sooooooooooooooon.&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-114751703134106912?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/114751703134106912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=114751703134106912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/114751703134106912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/114751703134106912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/05/okay-im-back-d-didnt-update-for-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-114736912036595161</id><published>2006-05-12T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T10:38:40.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for not updating due to SA1s and my laziness (=P) !! Will update tomorrow about my outings recently with pretty pictures! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-114736912036595161?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/114736912036595161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=114736912036595161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/114736912036595161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/114736912036595161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/05/sorry-for-not-updating-due-to-sa1s-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-114614896219965916</id><published>2006-04-27T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T03:04:05.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Helloooo people. (: Sorry for not updating yesterday, I was&lt;strong&gt; too&lt;/strong&gt; worn out already. Anyway, today was like a&lt;strong&gt; "Splurging Day"&lt;/strong&gt; for my family. Lol. We bought like &lt;em&gt;tons &lt;/em&gt;of things. Here's our shopping list. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;# UZap from Osim- $268&lt;br /&gt;# 512mb Thumbdrive- $53&lt;br /&gt;# Mcphee Antivirus- $29.90&lt;br /&gt;# DVD+RW- $2.50&lt;br /&gt;# Maybelline Eyeliner (MINE! :D)- $9.90&lt;br /&gt;# Kids Chewy Panadol- $2.85&lt;br /&gt;# Strepsils Pain Relief- $4.40&lt;br /&gt;# Dinner- $30&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a &lt;em&gt;whopping&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;total&lt;/strong&gt; of&lt;strong&gt; $400.55!&lt;/strong&gt; LOL. Such a &lt;strong&gt;huge&lt;/strong&gt; sum &lt;em&gt;lahhhs!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The UZap thingy is like&lt;strong&gt; so&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;cool&lt;/em&gt; can. Im going to use it to &lt;strong&gt;slim&lt;/strong&gt; down my &lt;em&gt;tummy and thighs.&lt;/em&gt; HAHA. I was like trying &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; the exercises machines they have at Osim. The&lt;em&gt; iGallop&lt;/em&gt; is super duper &lt;strong&gt;fun!!&lt;/strong&gt; It really felt like as if you're horseback riding. And the &lt;em&gt;iSqueeze&lt;/em&gt; thingy, it massages your legs and it will be like extremely &lt;strong&gt;soothing&lt;/strong&gt; lah after a day's out of non-stop shopping or after my netball practice. I asked mum to get the other two also but she said next time. &lt;strong&gt;Rotten luck.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to upload the pictures we took. &lt;strong&gt;Awwwwws.&lt;/strong&gt; I shall upload them next time &lt;em&gt;alright?&lt;/em&gt; :D Anyone who &lt;strong&gt;wants&lt;/strong&gt; the photo can &lt;strong&gt;IM &lt;/strong&gt;me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to &lt;em&gt;watch &lt;/em&gt;Dimensi ke-4 now. Ill blog again &lt;em&gt;soon.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5717/716/1600/image%20118.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :D &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Good night people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt; Oh yea, someone made me cry today. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOOS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-114614896219965916?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/114614896219965916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=114614896219965916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/114614896219965916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/114614896219965916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/04/helloooo-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-114589321417295111</id><published>2006-04-24T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T04:51:10.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've &lt;strong&gt;just&lt;/strong&gt; finished watching "Dia". Boy, I really&lt;em&gt; love&lt;/em&gt; that drama. Its full of &lt;strong&gt;twists&lt;/strong&gt; and interesting plots and the show is like quite &lt;em&gt;unique&lt;/em&gt; lahs. &lt;strong&gt;THUMBS UP&lt;/strong&gt; to that drama serial. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurt my fingernail during English exam just&lt;em&gt; now.&lt;/em&gt; I was like &lt;strong&gt;rushing&lt;/strong&gt; through my work and my pen was pressing &lt;strong&gt;forcefully&lt;/strong&gt; towards my nail and it hurts like &lt;strong&gt;hell&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;now.&lt;/em&gt; My composition was like neat in the &lt;strong&gt;beginning&lt;/strong&gt; and it went &lt;em&gt;messier&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;messier&lt;/em&gt; towards the &lt;strong&gt;ending.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. I &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; - and I mean &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;always,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; never finish my composition in&lt;strong&gt; time.&lt;/strong&gt; Cause I &lt;em&gt;usually&lt;/em&gt; day dream first before thinking about what to write and I &lt;strong&gt;waste &lt;/strong&gt;a lot of time there. &lt;em&gt;Hahaaaa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper One was quite&lt;em&gt; okay&lt;/em&gt; for me but Paper Two was a total &lt;strong&gt;turn-off.&lt;/strong&gt; I find it super, increasingly &lt;strong&gt;difficult!&lt;/strong&gt; There was &lt;em&gt;a lot&lt;/em&gt; of thinking questions and questions where you have to use your own words. I &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; that type of questions. &lt;strong&gt;Argh.&lt;/strong&gt; But I still &lt;strong&gt;managed&lt;/strong&gt; to complete it with a hope that I might do well &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt; and I think my summary simply &lt;em&gt;sucks.&lt;/em&gt; I &lt;strong&gt;hate,&lt;/strong&gt; and I shall emphasize on the word &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"hate"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; doing &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUMMARY!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;overshoot the word limits and I can't cut down on whatever I have to write about. &lt;strong&gt;Grrrr.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, my day was pretty &lt;em&gt;boring &lt;/em&gt;after that. Went home alone but had Liyana and Cheri to&lt;strong&gt; accompany&lt;/strong&gt; me to the bus stop. (: Pretty much &lt;em&gt;slacked&lt;/em&gt; at home and did a little bit revision for Maths. Meihao called me up just now and she made me &lt;strong&gt;laughed&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;so much&lt;/em&gt; that my &lt;em&gt;cheeks&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;hurt.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. She's &lt;strong&gt;always &lt;/strong&gt;full of her &lt;em&gt;crapp&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;nonsensical jokes&lt;/em&gt; which made her my good friend.&lt;strong&gt; ((:&lt;/strong&gt; Lol. I find &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;UNA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; very humorous and how the members behave &lt;strong&gt;(Especially Naomi!)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;hilarious.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahaaaaa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Im off to bed now. Im feeling&lt;strong&gt; so&lt;/strong&gt; restless and tired and I think I need a good night sleep to &lt;strong&gt;concentrate&lt;/strong&gt; on my studies &lt;strong&gt;tomorrow.&lt;/strong&gt; (: &lt;em&gt;Awwwwwww, such a good girl.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Pure crap.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHA. x)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My sister would have loved Passage A as it was about Liverpool and her favourite player, Steven Gerrard was &lt;strong&gt;mentioned.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. Also, seeing the &lt;strong&gt;"Nair" &lt;/strong&gt;as the last name of someone in Passage B made me &lt;strong&gt;laughed&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;em&gt;myself &lt;/em&gt;during the paper and I was &lt;strong&gt;thinking&lt;/strong&gt; about Uthara whenever I see that name&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hahaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;/em&gt; (I love laughing. :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-114589321417295111?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/114589321417295111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=114589321417295111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/114589321417295111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/114589321417295111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/04/ive-just-finished-watching-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-114579906489520809</id><published>2006-04-23T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T06:39:26.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I kept my promised! I &lt;em&gt;blogged!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Wooo!&lt;/strong&gt; (: Haha. I watched The Chronicles of Narnia- The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. It was &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; nice! I &lt;em&gt;regretted&lt;/em&gt; not watching it at the cinema during the December holidays. The part where Aslan was&lt;strong&gt; shaved and sort-of killed,&lt;/strong&gt; it was like super &lt;em&gt;touching.&lt;/em&gt; I &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; sobbing &lt;em&gt;softly&lt;/em&gt; during that part. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;strong&gt;supposed&lt;/strong&gt; to meet Liyana today at Compass but in the end didn't. Wanted to pass her newly bought Creative mp3 cause I've&lt;em&gt; finished&lt;/em&gt; uploading songs into it. The function is quite good. And I like the colour, &lt;strong&gt;Metallic Purple&lt;/strong&gt;. After which, I was &lt;strong&gt;slacking&lt;/strong&gt; at home again. I woke up at around 12 noon and &lt;em&gt;slacked&lt;/em&gt; all the way till 4-5 plus. Im &lt;strong&gt;becoming &lt;/strong&gt;more &lt;em&gt;lazyyyy.&lt;/em&gt; Studied a &lt;strong&gt;bit&lt;/strong&gt; for English exam also. Hopefully, I can do &lt;em&gt;well.&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed mum to NTUC just now. Grabbed a &lt;strong&gt;whole&lt;/strong&gt; bunch of &lt;em&gt;junk&lt;/em&gt; and threw it in the basket. Haha. I saw so many offers on the different types of junk food but mum &lt;strong&gt;didn't&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;allow&lt;/em&gt; me to buy them. She said "I'll be growing more&lt;strong&gt; fatter&lt;/strong&gt; than I already am" Haha. I was like &lt;em&gt;practically &lt;/em&gt;arguing with her that Im &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;fat lahs. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Im off to &lt;strong&gt;mug &lt;/strong&gt;for the English exam &lt;strong&gt;tomorrow.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD LUCK PEOPLE! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: While typing this, Renie suddenly asked me how come I never grow fat even though I ate so much sugary stuffs. Haha. Such a coincidence. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26165206-114579906489520809?l=myprettytiara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/feeds/114579906489520809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26165206&amp;postID=114579906489520809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/114579906489520809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26165206/posts/default/114579906489520809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-kept-my-promised-i-blogged-wooo-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26165206.post-114567986384488997</id><published>2006-04-22T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T21:24:23.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GAH! After roundless of people asking to update, I shall update, like &lt;strong&gt;finally.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. Anyway, I've changed my blog link so do update it yeah. &lt;a href="http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com"&gt;http://myprettytiara.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened this few days which made me so &lt;em&gt;tired out&lt;/em&gt;. The 2e2 incident, the visualiser thing, blah blah blah. Its like &lt;strong&gt;endless&lt;/strong&gt; of problems keep pouring in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll &lt;strong&gt;try&lt;/strong&gt; to be a&lt;em&gt; regular&lt;/em&gt; blogger and blog more often. &lt;strong&gt;Promise!&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. For now, I have nothing to blog about as it's 12.17 pm in the afternoon on a Saturday noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;life.&lt;/em&gt; Hahahaha. Its a Saturday and Im just &lt;strong&gt;lazying &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;around&lt;/em&gt; at home. Till then, I shall go watch Freaky Friday and I shall blog either &lt;strong&gt;tonight&lt;/strong&gt; or&lt;em&gt; tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;. 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