<?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-7128710739769268651</id><updated>2012-02-03T07:38:24.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PUBLIC</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>266</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-7607788503339860114</id><published>2012-02-03T07:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T07:38:24.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never gonna eat at that place again. The food makes me sick sighhh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm at home now, gonna see the doctor soon.  In the meantime, I shall drool over my One Direction obsession, wth I know right haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-7607788503339860114?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/7607788503339860114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=7607788503339860114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7607788503339860114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7607788503339860114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2012/02/never-gonna-eat-at-that-place-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-2171841073219351108</id><published>2012-01-25T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T23:31:39.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stop it, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-2171841073219351108?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/2171841073219351108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=2171841073219351108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/2171841073219351108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/2171841073219351108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2012/01/stop-it-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-6002562099074620918</id><published>2012-01-14T06:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T06:46:54.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I caught my bro coming home at 5.30 AM in the morning, again. What the fuck.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, the temptation to tell my dad is there. But what use can it get? Its not that I can go out and come back home that late too. The more worse I will get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I get it does serve a purpose. My brother is getting from bad to worse. Hmm, no harm right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay imma enjoy my noodles and off to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-6002562099074620918?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/6002562099074620918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=6002562099074620918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/6002562099074620918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/6002562099074620918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-caught-my-bro-coming-home-at-5.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-726553089356032334</id><published>2012-01-10T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T21:45:49.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had mc yesterday so today was back to work. Felt worse than the day before sigh. The aircon's fault, seriously. Brain wasn't functioning well and I swear today is the weird people day. Haha, some aunties insisted on filling up the form by themselves, writing weird business name onlyGodknowswhat, discriminating their own race and  the list goes on. Haha. So yes, I had to tolerate that nonsense. Cannot imagine extending for another month. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life's been a little bit hell. Bro's getting more privileges than I am. Like fuck, he's 2 years younger than me. Cannot get anymore frustrated than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 more months and tada! I was facebooking just now and realised how these annoying people kept asking those candidates how well they did for O's. It gets me on my nerves and I do not know why. Like when you see sad statuses, just stop asking about the results but instead give some wise words. Be more sensitive please. Haha kay just annoyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not know if that paragraph make sense but heck to the grammar. Imma be on youtube nowww :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baik ah kawan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-726553089356032334?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/726553089356032334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=726553089356032334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/726553089356032334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/726553089356032334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-sick-i-had-mc-yesterday-so-today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-985719031137893333</id><published>2012-01-04T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T21:22:32.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work has been crazy lately. With only 3 temps left, our lunches are usually later than usual. I had my lunch at 3.15 today sigh. I hope other days will be better. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-985719031137893333?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/985719031137893333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=985719031137893333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/985719031137893333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/985719031137893333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2012/01/work-has-been-crazy-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-6362738532548381313</id><published>2012-01-03T22:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T22:41:57.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ombak Rindu&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;Tuhan tolong lembutkan hati dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;Untuk terima ku seadanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;Kerna ku tak sanggup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;Kerna ku tak mampu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;Hidup tanpa dia di sisi ku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;Tuhan aku tahu banyak dosa ku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;Hanya ingat Kamu kala duka ku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;Namun hanya Kamu yang mampu membuka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;Pintu hatinya untuk cintaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;Malam kau bawalah rinduku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;Untuk dirinya yang jauh dari ku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;Agar dia tidak kesepian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;Selalu rasa ada cinta agung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;Hujan bawa air mata ku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;Yang mengalir membasuh luka ku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;Agar dia tahu ku terseksa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;Tanpa cinta dia di hatiku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;Hanya mampu terserah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;Moga cahaya di penanti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;Tuhan tolong lembutkan hati dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;Untuk terima ku seadanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;Kerna ku tak sanggup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;Kerna ku tak mampu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;Hidup tanpa dia di sisi ku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Georgia Serif'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;:'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-6362738532548381313?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/6362738532548381313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=6362738532548381313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/6362738532548381313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/6362738532548381313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2012/01/ombak-rindu-tuhan-tolong-lembutkan-hati.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-4231314684025486839</id><published>2012-01-01T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T21:50:34.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should brag about this!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMBAK RINDU :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot believe that I've actually read it's novel like when I was in Sec 3-4, haha. I know right? And recently, when everyone on FB was talking about it, I was quite interested and when to look for its synopsis or something. That was when I realised I have read its novel! Omg, so I basically know how the story goes. And I didnt regret watching it cause it was as good as the novel itself. So yup, hehe. I'm so gonna borrow and read as many love novels from my aunt who has freaking so many collection of novels ^^ Who knows they might feature some of the novels? Like the one they're showing it on TV1, which has Rosyam Nor in it. I've read them hehe. But yes, the story is long so yeah. Kay, if I go Johor, I wanna get Malay love novels haha. Should try reading them :) Okay, imma watch Lagenda  Budak Setan. This one also from a novel woots, kay bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-4231314684025486839?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/4231314684025486839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=4231314684025486839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/4231314684025486839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/4231314684025486839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-should-brag-about-this-ombak-rindu-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-2165792160021399461</id><published>2012-01-01T18:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T18:12:03.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY 2012 :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I know I have  been neglecting this blog. With this New Year, I shall try to keep updating this blog of mine :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-2165792160021399461?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/2165792160021399461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=2165792160021399461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/2165792160021399461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/2165792160021399461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-2012-d-i-know-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-6742657663098224838</id><published>2011-12-05T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T21:36:32.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I seriously have issues with money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Urgh, fucking annoying shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-6742657663098224838?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/6742657663098224838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=6742657663098224838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/6742657663098224838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/6742657663098224838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-seriously-have-issues-with-money.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-1505201771172802544</id><published>2011-12-01T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T23:44:50.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna go out but I dont want to at the same time. Feel so lazy and also at the same time, I'm broke and I have freaking lots of things to do at home before I actually start working. Sighhh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, A's finally overrrrrr! I need to arrange my notes properly so that I can take it out easily if I have to use them the next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna get my nails done! Almost went to Far East but in the end, realised that I have only 2 bucks with me. Wtc, I should just get a nail polish from somewhere cheap and do my nails myself. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay shall just continue tomorrow. I'm like running out of ideas on what to write and omg, I can finally type without looking at the keyboard most of the time. Fuck yeahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-1505201771172802544?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/1505201771172802544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=1505201771172802544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/1505201771172802544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/1505201771172802544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-wanna-go-out-but-i-dont-want-to-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-4637501132572469101</id><published>2011-11-05T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T19:57:16.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This shall be my last post before A's which is like 3 days later?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, it will be a lie if I say that I'm not nervous for A's. Yes, I do have that jitters but on the other hand, I don't seem to have the sense of urgency. I definitely do not want to screw up my papers but looking at what I've done, hmmm, I'm afraid to say that I don't have any self-confidence. The urge to just leave the paper blank is there but my efforts and money will definitely go to waste. Sighhh, okay I got to believe that I can do this. Insya Allah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As much as I want to forget the fucking incident that happened in my life around 8 months ago, till now, I still can't get over it. I keep having that feeling that it will happen again. I need a slap like seriously. Sighh. So it became like a phobia of I do not know what. I hate feeling insecure. I should just slit my wrist now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha, of course I wouldn't be so dumb to do that. Sacrificing my flawless skin because of that? That's insane. But urgh, I need a remedy to get over it and I dunno not know what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, seeking for calmness from Him of course right? Hmmm, I hope my friend wont stay with me for so long. Sigh, being a woman can be troublesome. Sometimes I wish I was a guy. Well, I wouldn't mind going through NS and working hard to provide for the family. Okay, what am I saying? I should be thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wish I was older now and would be able to provide myself with a new home cause seriously, I can't stand living in this house anymore. The lady of the house couldn't stop nagging and I swear my ears gonna burst anytime. I know I should respect her and not speak evil of her but I cannot stand it any longer. You would understand if you're in my shoes. I don't think you can even last for a day. And ever since she started knowing how to use FB and stalking people 24 hours, my life has been more miserable. She stalked me of course but too bad, there is sucha thing as unfriend. So yeah. And recently, she asked why I wasn't in her friends' list. All I could do is to shrug. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough of that. I could go on like forever if I can. I guess I should stop here for now. Time is running out. And great, I just received an errand form the LadyBoss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FML.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-4637501132572469101?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/4637501132572469101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=4637501132572469101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/4637501132572469101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/4637501132572469101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-shall-be-my-last-post-before-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-8442941350333788369</id><published>2011-11-02T18:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T18:09:52.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna sleep all the way till next Tuesdayyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go to Hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-8442941350333788369?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/8442941350333788369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=8442941350333788369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/8442941350333788369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/8442941350333788369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-wanna-sleep-all-way-till-next.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-4458969778240335349</id><published>2011-10-27T10:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T10:14:06.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yesterday was Deepavali and Bai's Birthday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE! Hope you had an enjoyable time with your family yesterday :) We'll hang out soon, heh hope you like the prezzies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday, I didnt really study that much (Damm, 12 more days woman!) but I did a paper which was not that quite productive cause I had to do it for the sake of consultation. So was not that sincere, sighhhh. Gosh why am I even complaining? So cut the crap, but I actually did something. It was kinda boring yesterday. Not gonna elaborate much so yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, school's over sort of. Graduated last friday. Hahaha, how fun! I had fun camwhoring though. How I wish I was back to J1. I wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So had some pebble throwing thing and then home-d. I thought it was gonna end on a good note, but somehow something happened. Well, our intention was really pure. Didnt mean to sabotage or whatsoever. Oh well, sometimes it is not as easy as it sound. Let's just hope for the better. So yup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can sense that I'm actually crapping. So gonna end now at get my breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya, I'm still coughing and back hurts still. A sign that's either I'm getting old, getting weak or just sick. And I do not wanna see the doctor ever again. Went to see two doctors and the second one scolded me. Like wth, a doctor should be nice and sensitive to the words. I know I'm old but still, okay whatever. Hate that doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smell food, bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-4458969778240335349?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/4458969778240335349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=4458969778240335349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/4458969778240335349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/4458969778240335349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-yesterday-was-deepavali-and-bais.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-6287176917904620494</id><published>2011-10-13T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T18:47:23.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm using my phone to blog and I cant get to insert capital letters. Oh well, kinda miss blogging. Dont worry, my life hasnt been any interesting anyways. I've been coughing since god knows when and I cant seem to recover. Friends been recommending me all kinds of remedies. Awwww, I know they care for me, hahaha. Instead of having laughing gas, I've been giving out coughing gas, in the hall during papers, lecture theatres for post mortem and assembly plaza. Damm, anywhere at anytime. Okay, I kinda hate not having capital letters at the beginning of every sentence. I shall edit it once I get my life back, referring to the laptop. In the meantime, I shall just be thankful for the phone, hoping that it will never go cranky or haywire cause Iknow I've been using it to surf the net. Who doesnt right? Anyways, time to do my chem materials for consult later. Oh great. And I swear I've been living in my own world cause I dont even know what the hell is going on with the world plus I even forgot that Japan had an earthquake recently this year. Like whattt. You can tell for sure, I never really did study for gp. Well, time for a change. Gonna get this homework done asap. And  hopefully I'll get my life back a little bit. Hahaha. First time, I never write in paragraphs. Quite an annoying phone though this. Hahaha. Okay, ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-6287176917904620494?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/6287176917904620494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=6287176917904620494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/6287176917904620494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/6287176917904620494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-using-my-phone-to-blog-and-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-7935786323490565124</id><published>2011-09-17T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T20:08:29.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not my PRELIM's result.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No more screwing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time is running short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-7935786323490565124?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/7935786323490565124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=7935786323490565124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7935786323490565124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7935786323490565124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-am-not-my-prelims-result.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-2339218288209537960</id><published>2011-09-05T01:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T01:55:35.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAVE SCHOOL LATER AND I CAN'T SLEEP!!!!&lt;div&gt;Insomnia? Nah-uh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have school and I probably end at 5 plus? Urgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunno what's upon Tuesday but I've been booked for the day ;) Hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And damm, I miss my Mat Malaysia laaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oMq49aNvhRw/TmO6nzjAj4I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/fsKDbnnCo6M/s1600/Photo-0037.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oMq49aNvhRw/TmO6nzjAj4I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/fsKDbnnCo6M/s320/Photo-0037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648563550667444098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still hate you but I love you more, awww. With that, I shall surprise you with a slap and thats what you will get if I see you soon :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha, kay. I shall sleep now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shit, nak berak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-2339218288209537960?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/2339218288209537960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=2339218288209537960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/2339218288209537960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/2339218288209537960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-have-school-later-and-i-cant-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oMq49aNvhRw/TmO6nzjAj4I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/fsKDbnnCo6M/s72-c/Photo-0037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-2249921061968649219</id><published>2011-09-02T16:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T16:41:04.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"I love seeing Lady Gaga's boobs and bum, I love seeing Katy Perry's boobs and bum. Love it but that's not what my music is about. I don't make music for eyes. I make music for ears. Even if I had a really good figure, I don't think I'd get my tits and ass out for no one." - Adele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The amount of respect I have for her is infinite. A role model :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Here's one of my favourite song of hers. It has been on repeat for as long as I don't remove it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;p&gt;Set Fire to the Rain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I let it fall, my heart&lt;br /&gt;And as it fell you also claim it&lt;br /&gt;It was dark and I was all right&lt;br /&gt;Until you kissed my lips and you saved me&lt;br /&gt;My hands they're strong, but my knees were far too weak&lt;br /&gt;Stand in your arms without fall into your feet&lt;br /&gt;But there's a side to you that I never knew, never knew&lt;br /&gt;All the things you say, they were never true, never true&lt;br /&gt;And the games you play, you would always win, always win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I set fire to the rain&lt;br /&gt;Watch it pour as I touched your face&lt;br /&gt;Let it burn while I cry&lt;br /&gt;Cause I heard it screaming at your name, your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you I could stay there&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes, feel you're here forever&lt;br /&gt;You and me together, nothing is better&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's a side to you that I never knew, never knew&lt;br /&gt;All the things you say, they were never true, never true&lt;br /&gt;And the games you play, you would always win, always win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I set fire to the rain&lt;br /&gt;Watch it pour as I touched your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it burn while I cry&lt;br /&gt;Cause I heard it screaming at your name, your name&lt;br /&gt;I set fire to the rain&lt;br /&gt;And I feel lost into the phase&lt;br /&gt;And it felt something nice&lt;br /&gt;Cause I knew that that was the last time, last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wake up by the door&lt;br /&gt;And hope you're gone, must be waiting further&lt;br /&gt;Even that when it's already over&lt;br /&gt;I can't help myself from looking further&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set fire to the rain&lt;br /&gt;Watch it pour as I touch your face&lt;br /&gt;Let it burn when I cry&lt;br /&gt;Cause I heard it screaming at your name, your name&lt;br /&gt;I set fire to the rain&lt;br /&gt;And I feel lost into the phase&lt;br /&gt;And it felt something nice&lt;br /&gt;Cause I knew that that was the last time&lt;br /&gt;The last time, oh, oh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I know my previous post was an emo shit. Part and parcel of life :) So yes, I have decided not to private this blog cause I have nothing to worry about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like what the peribahasa said, 'Siapa yang makan lada, dialah terasa pedasnya.' And no, I'm not cyber-bullying. I'm expressing what I think is right and yes, I rant cause it's my space and my life. So up to you to decide :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way, yesterday was awesome. I'm no longer an M18 virgin, like finally. Final Destination 5 was interesting but it didn't feel like an M18 movie but worth watching 3D, HAHAHA. Expected more though, but I'm satisfied though. I had fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, Imma of to Tumblr :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-2249921061968649219?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/2249921061968649219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=2249921061968649219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/2249921061968649219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/2249921061968649219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-love-seeing-lady-gagas-boobs-and-bum.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-8745122995922809174</id><published>2011-09-01T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T01:03:21.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found out something, in the middle of the night. Great, I have school tomorrow, I mean today. My whole body is freaking cold and yes, my heart almost stop beating. I dunno whether I can sleep but hopefully, I can. And I swear I need to curse right now. Don't bother about this post. I just need to let it out. So just ignore. It doesnt concern any of my dearest ones but to one definitely and maybe to the other partner in crime if he/she decides to enter this site unknowingly :) Bitch/Jerk.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It happened approximately 8-9 months ago. Yeah, I could still remember clearly. I was freaking down and I screwed my CT because of it. Oh well, words can soften the heart but it can never heal a broken one. Thought you were just like siblings but apparently no, I guess. I know its an old story but it hurts to find out that there were more to it. Just like things, it can be recycled. Words too can be recycled and reused, to a different person. I dunno how much more you mean to one than the other but I really hope it won't happen again, ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I still find it hard to accept the fact that you were like that. Thought you changed back then but you didnt. You assured me before, there was nothing going on but only today, I found out it was a lie and there were quite a few interesting stuff going on. I wonder if there was more. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disappointed. Hurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To whoever it may concern, do think before you do anything cause Karma might come to you, only Allah knows when.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once bitten, twice shy. You wouldnt want that to happen do you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised I thought I would be very vulgar but why would I wanna create more sins right? It was 8-9 mth old story but it is still fresh in my mind. But I'm not so mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may be a bitch though, but I stay true to one. I don't go around talking to guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, I'm not gonna change for you unless its for a good purpose :) I'll appreciate it very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that, I end my post with Selamat Hari Raya, Maaf Zahir &amp;amp; Batin. Kalau ada terkasar bahasa atau perkataan yang terguris hati, minta maaf banyak2 :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(GP has taught me well, I love Irony &amp;lt;3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-8745122995922809174?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/8745122995922809174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=8745122995922809174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/8745122995922809174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/8745122995922809174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-found-out-something-in-middle-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-2049945656300792273</id><published>2011-08-28T17:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T17:45:49.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gotten back that freaking paper I thought I would do well, but ended up, I was like one of the bottom? Wtf, I'm pissed off, depressed and demoralised. That's it man, I screwed up my Prelims already. Now, my future seems to be a little blurry. Felt like giving up but urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-2049945656300792273?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/2049945656300792273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=2049945656300792273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/2049945656300792273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/2049945656300792273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/08/gotten-back-that-freaking-paper-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-7357986861342911209</id><published>2011-08-24T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T18:49:43.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, is the day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY LAST PAPER FOR PRELIMS! WOOHOO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that I can enjoy after that. I have school the next day whereas my other friends have like 2 days of holiday? Cause they ended like on Tuesday? Serve me right for taking sucha unique combination. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm jealous. HOW COME THE TWO OF YOU CAN SKIP SCHOOL SO EASILY?? You know who I'm referring to. HAHAHA I remembered once, I accidentally woke up late and miss the P's Talk. Could not be bothered to take MC cause I thought it was normal. But instead, gotten a Warning letter the next day of school -.- So yeah, disciplinary action was taken and I had to do 5 hours of CIP. Wts. I can't even give Parent's letter la. They reject all Parent's letter. Haiz, thats my school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna buka soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SELAMAT BERBUKA ... to myself :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-7357986861342911209?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/7357986861342911209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=7357986861342911209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7357986861342911209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7357986861342911209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/08/tomorrow-is-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-8295912122110129025</id><published>2011-08-21T17:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T17:23:53.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realised I have not been blogging until I've been bugged by someone to update it. You stalker! Hahaha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21 days just passed like that. Its the last lap, hopefully my friend doesnt give me unexpected visits. I wanna try to fast full this year though. Haha. Talking about laps, yup, I'm sitting for PRELIMS now though. Papers were do-able so far, well that means people expect you to do well and I know myself, I don't think I can ace it. Haiz. Okay, period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh, Mum just called me short and fat yesterday -.- She was like your legs quite short eh? Thanks ah mother, I have your husband's gene what. What to do seh. Haha. And I have come to a conclusion that she has been observing me especially my legs. During buka yesterday, she was like, you cannot eat alot. I give you small serving cause you've been growing fat -.-'' Like whatt. I'm not fat, I'm just muscular laa aiyo. Not happy is it? Haiz. So yeah, my after A's resolution is to train every night, with the help of my bro, to get my abs (Wth I know), go on a diet and get rid of my thigh fats. Other that that, I'm happy with my body :) And of course, I'm gonna revamp my room and go shopping. I dont care about how my room will look like this coming Raya. Hahahaha. People should understand. Imma busy woman yo. Okay, shut up Syafiqah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously dunno what to talk about. Life's been lonely. I'm stuck at home with either my books, Sims, Tumblr, Facebook, housechores etc. I have no life. I can't even buka out. I know right? I'm 18 but this is the kind of life I've been living up with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life sucks more than yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-8295912122110129025?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/8295912122110129025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=8295912122110129025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/8295912122110129025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/8295912122110129025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-realised-i-have-not-been-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-563519369765710645</id><published>2011-08-06T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:32:37.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It feels weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shouldn't think too much. I'm just being insecured, again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weird Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-563519369765710645?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/563519369765710645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=563519369765710645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/563519369765710645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/563519369765710645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/08/it-feels-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-4490480923647388257</id><published>2011-08-05T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T00:48:38.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I do not care about what people say about my school cause yes, I've felt the sense of belonging in there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite the fact that we're just some neighbourhood junior college, but we know we've and are trying our best to have that very spot in the best local uni. Even if the teachers do have mood swings now and then, making our life miserable sometimes, but you can't deny that we have the BESTEST teachers ever who stay back all the way till 9 plus for consultation, sacrifice their holidays just to have lessons and consultation with us, conducting night lessons to go through past topics and giving us extra notes, extra practices and even dance, sing, act and make a fool out of themselves, just for us! How sweet is that ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've come to realise that we shouldn't take things for granted. I thank God, for placing me in SRJC, even though it never ever came across my mind that I would ended up there. I'm sure there's a reason for every thing that had happened. For my own good, I supposed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I'm speaking highly of my school cause who else will if not their own students? Yes, I dreaded running but you won't know how far you can go if you never try. Yes, I've broken lots of barrier within myself, all thanks to SRJC. And the last one is yet to come. Imma try my best, yes, I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I may not be going for Prom but I'm gonna enjoy my stay in SRJC as long as the day to A's hasn't arrived :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, together with the peers I've made there. It has been an awesome time together. There are ups and downs where you actually learn from but life wouldn't be the same without friends. Aww, 3 more months and :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna miss everyone of them, I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Mr Tan Kar Wee, if you're reading this, your performance was amazing! Hahaha, you should dress like that to school everyday. Hahahaha. I appreciate everything you've done for us even though GP lessons with you can be rather boring at times. Haha. I'm speaking the truth, but we did try our best to listen to you. Thank you for everything :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm proud to be an SRJCIAN :) SRJC ALL FOR YOU &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 16px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-4490480923647388257?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/4490480923647388257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=4490480923647388257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/4490480923647388257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/4490480923647388257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-do-not-care-about-what-people-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-662797173320587424</id><published>2011-08-01T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T23:57:52.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SELAMAT BERPUASA! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;28 MORE DAYS TO RAYA, 10 MORE DAY TO PRELIMS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIGH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-662797173320587424?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/662797173320587424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=662797173320587424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/662797173320587424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/662797173320587424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/08/selamat-berpuasa-d-28-more-days-to-raya.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-53958061121480401</id><published>2011-07-31T18:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T19:17:49.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY KNEES HURT LIKE SHIT!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe it or not, I ran 14 km yesterday, non-stop. Yes, I'm so proud of myself cause usually during PE, I will start walking by the 2nd round. I'm super duper mega proud of myself and now, my knees arent functioning well. I dunno how I'll get to school. I'm considering of skipping school tomorrow but I have to get MC for that and thats like damm troublesome.  Plus I end at 3.30 tomorrow. So should I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, after WILL RUN, headed for lunch with my last year's classmates. I was damm broke so we shared stuff at PASTAMANIA. So yup. Then went to meet that boy since we didnt meet the day before. I was like in pain, suffering and hungry cause I didnt had anything except that stuff we shared at PASTAMANIA (Yes, I didnt get anything to eat before the run. But yes 14 km!) but I still went to meet him at Parkway. He wanted to go to the beach. Oh well, since it would be the last time we'll meet before fasting month (We're trying not to see each other during fasting month, nak collect pahala okay! Haha.), I met him there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked and bullied each other, walked again and bullied each other. Haha. So fun! But I was really sleepy la. Omg, but kept myself awake and went to eat. I was broke so someone had to pay for my food, heh, I love you :D Then took 31 home-d. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the most interesting bus ride ever. We camwhored and I proved to him that he doesnt look good in pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vj2gTcEGPyI/TjU1ooCMmnI/AAAAAAAAAYA/BMZVIRFMgRg/s320/Photo0178.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635469480781716082" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Meet my boyfriend! Perasan handsome, HAHAHAHA. Retard la you Hazim! Oops :x He's gonna kill me! Hahaha. I was laughing my head off la after taking this pic. He looked like Mr Bean! Haha. Okay, okay. Then we continued to camwhore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5iJTDxIMviA/TjU1Xc2IPbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/XZ9Tkw_rW8U/s1600/Photo0158.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5iJTDxIMviA/TjU1Xc2IPbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/XZ9Tkw_rW8U/s320/Photo0158.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635469185720532402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vCYP5Bhf6wg/TjU1XmFTztI/AAAAAAAAAXo/a99rO3Crnhw/s320/Photo0172.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635469188200124114" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DEvqBGzwJyE/TjU1o8-TzuI/AAAAAAAAAYI/_V0K9qMx5tg/s1600/Photo0180.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DEvqBGzwJyE/TjU1o8-TzuI/AAAAAAAAAYI/_V0K9qMx5tg/s320/Photo0180.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635469486402555618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SunN3GkPq30/TjU1YBQ7HuI/AAAAAAAAAX4/aXP3-w4-4SU/s1600/Photo0177.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SunN3GkPq30/TjU1YBQ7HuI/AAAAAAAAAX4/aXP3-w4-4SU/s320/Photo0177.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635469195496595170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He looks the same in every pictures. So I told him and asked him to make different smiles and weird faces. Attempt failed cause it ended up, making him look more retarded. Hahaha. But aiya, he looks better in person la kay? Haha. So adorable la. And I love the journey home :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So took 28 so that he could go straight to Bedok. And yup, we went separate ways after that, aww! He's gonna book in soon, so hopefully he gets to read this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y6k5lexsmIk/TjU1XvaDBdI/AAAAAAAAAXg/tiNYwu9Pcwo/s1600/Photo0162.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y6k5lexsmIk/TjU1XvaDBdI/AAAAAAAAAXg/tiNYwu9Pcwo/s320/Photo0162.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635469190703023570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this picture is so cool please. Accidentally took this on the bus. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No editting, just me, the camera and the sun &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you Hazim Bin Ismail :) Awww&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-53958061121480401?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/53958061121480401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=53958061121480401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/53958061121480401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/53958061121480401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-knees-hurt-like-shit-believe-it-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vj2gTcEGPyI/TjU1ooCMmnI/AAAAAAAAAYA/BMZVIRFMgRg/s72-c/Photo0178.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-69006414075220463</id><published>2011-07-29T22:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T23:40:32.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Such a fucked up day today. I'm gonna be quite vulgar, so yeah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sial la, I feel like screaming my head off ah. Wtf. I had a bad start in the morning. I was late for school, all thanks to my cousin -.- Okay, nevermind. My fault, I should just leave her and give her cardi another day. Haha. Anyways, reached school at about 8.40. It was Friday and school starts at 8.30. That one also can be late. Wth. So while walking towards school, saw this bald guy who was pointing to me and asking me to hurry. I didnt run la, for what right? I was already late, might as well just be late. I walked fast. When I reached near him, he was like why are you late? Aiyo, even if I gave reasons are you gonna excuse me and accept my reasons? Duh, no. And I swear I still dunno who he is. Since I was quite pissed off, I told him, 'I would rather not tell you why', straight into his face. He was taken aback though. And then asked me whether I was a J1 or J2. I've got the feeling he didn't trust me and asked me to take out my Ezlink card instead, aiyo for what sia! Lmao la. Then told me to go to the security guard to write my name since the Ezlink card scanner thing was already packed up by the SC. Wrote my name and something surprising happened. Security guard asked for my Ezlink card and kept it! He was like you can take it LATER(Note the emphasis) at the GO. And I was like okay, since when sia Ezlink kena confiscated. And it was my first time late. So I dunno the procedure. Maybe they wanna register my name or something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throughout my 3 hours and a half of school day, I wasn't in a good mood either. Gotten tegur-ed by Cikgu for playing with my fringe -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:*Listening to Cikgu, while playing with fringe*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cikgu: Awak ni kenapa? Ada apa dengan  rambut awak? (Whats got into you? Whats with your hair?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cikgu: Kalau rimas sangat, kepitkan rambut tu! (If it's so irritating, clip it up!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wah, fuck. Like that also can get tegur-ed. Please la, at least I tried my best answering all her questions. Omg, freaking annoying. And worse still, gotten back my karangan which I scored only 20/35. Thats freaking bad la. I swear I have the minimal grammar mistakes among the rest and the top one scored 25? Freaking unfair and I seriously think she's biased. So went up to her and questioned her about my marks. She read back and was trying to defend herself like how my conclusion was not that good but hello? Even you said all our conclusions were bad so? I know, no big deal cause its just a practice but you still need to know why right? And she said I could actually gotten 23 and if my conclusion was good enough, I could get 2 marks extra. So her point is, the highest she can give me is 25. Not more than the top has gotten. Seriously, UNFAIR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after I ended all my lessons at 12.30, I've decided to take my Ezlink card. Went to the GO and ask the person in charge. She was like do you have the permission from the Discipline Master? And of course, I didnt. So I was quite clueless until she said, 'I'm sorry, I cannot return your Ezlink card before 6 unless you have the permission from him.' Huh? Why cannot? I was damm clueless and since I know the Discipline Master well enough, I went to meet him and asked him why was my Ezlink card confiscated. This was when I realised there was a rule that said, once you're late after 8.45, you're Ezlink card will be confiscated and will only return to you after 6. FUCKING IRRITATING. Omg. I was like wth, there was such rule?? And he was like yeah and asked me why I was late. So I told him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: *Tell story from the start.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr N: Selenge *And laughed*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg, I cannot believe he just called me that! Okay, fine la. I was. So yeah. I kept telling him that I wasn't late la and I came before 8.45, just that security guard being so ngada-ngada. And this was what he told me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr N: Syafiqah, kalau boleh, saya memang nak tolong awak. Tapi tak fair la untuk murid yang lain. Awak harus faham. You're putting me in difficult situation tau. Lagipun awak first time lambat kan? Ala, satu kali je.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, true but aiya. Since I know it won't be able to change anything, unfortunately, I had to just give in. But stupid la. Even my friends didnt know that such rule exists in this school. If I know I would run seh. Haiz. So after that he asked about my results and I was like bad, and he said he believe I can do well. Wow, I feel so encouraged. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went down and told my friends and yes, I teared cause the rules were so stupid. Amanda was like thats how I feel throughout my time in this school. I feel her man. Haiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to just lepak and stone-d cause I was seriously wasn't in the mood to study. Talked crap with Khaliesah, played with her hair and basically stone-d most of the time until the clock striked 6. I actually planned to meet Hazim since I was not going for night study but due to unforeseen circumstances, he couldnt make it. So haiz. I should just go for that night study when he didnt reply my text but oh well, I was quite late so decided to just stay in school and complete my homework like a loner while eating kacang putih, thanks to my friend who gave it to me since she didnt like it. So yeah. But I managed to complete my homework. In the end, I still went home alone despite waiting for my 81 gang people to end the night study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The suckiest day ever and omg, I still can't get over it though. 12 hours and so many things can happen. Life's full of surprises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is when I can say FML.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-69006414075220463?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/69006414075220463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=69006414075220463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/69006414075220463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/69006414075220463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/07/such-fucked-up-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-381333266135929790</id><published>2011-07-24T00:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T00:10:26.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This whole week was a bad one. For the first time in my life,  I actually ate alone. Sad week isnt it?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that will happen if you do stuff without thinking about the consequence. Long story though but I'm glad it ended somehow. Hopefully next week will be a good one :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So beside being lonely and all, I managed to find some company. Went back to TK with Khaliesah, celebrated her birthday, plus getting to know other people better than I already knew. So it was kinda fruitful. I did my work and a bit of revision. PRELIMS in 19 days. So yeah. Haha. Kinda scared. Haha. But All izz Well :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, imma study for awhile. Gonna have a study date with dearest tomorrow. Im crossing my fingers.wishing that I wont get distracted easily. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-381333266135929790?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/381333266135929790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=381333266135929790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/381333266135929790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/381333266135929790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-whole-week-was-bad-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-5763938326606880061</id><published>2011-07-04T23:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T23:31:10.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Its been a week plus since I turned 18 and I thank Allah for giving me the opportunity to live till today :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For blessing me with a wonderful parents (Despite the fact that sometimes I just disagree with them and rebel against them, I still love them cause hey, without them, I won't exist!), awesome friends (You know who you are :) Without you all, life can never be meaningful and entertaining! Haha.) and lastly, to that dear boy :) (I dunno what He has planed for us but I just wish for the best to the both us. Insya Allah, it will come true.) May our relationship be blessed by Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think being 18 has made me become a wise young lady. Lessons learnt and experiences gained have definitely taught me alot. Its true I guess. Live your teenage years. The best period ever but dont be make the wrong choices though. Haha. Woah woah. Looks who's talking. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah. I know its a random post but just thought of at least updating it. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, HAPPY YOUTH DAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-5763938326606880061?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/5763938326606880061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=5763938326606880061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/5763938326606880061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/5763938326606880061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-been-week-plus-since-i-turned-18.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-5258684337122637505</id><published>2011-06-25T11:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T22:19:10.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Bbtehx7ChE/TgVVxiCGMqI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/VAoIq_VnFUs/s1600/Racist.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Bbtehx7ChE/TgVVxiCGMqI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/VAoIq_VnFUs/s320/Racist.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621994019279483554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, I actually feel sad. Got this from Tumblr and yes, I was kinda taken aback. I seriously think schools should take this seriously and teach them the meaning of Majulah Singapura. To be honest, I actually find this a little racist la. There was this person who reblogged and wrote this as a caption.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family: 'helvetica neue', helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: italic; line-height: 20px; "&gt;"&lt;a href="http://the-idiot-chua.tumblr.com/post/6586508794" title="View post" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Who ask Zubir Said to be Malay! If he was British angmo we would have no problem comprehending it!&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For once, my identity as a Malay was suddenly bruised by this comment. I wonder what will happen in a few years down the road. There was already a speculation that wanted Majulah Singapura to be sang in English. I know its a common language but hello, what happen to the uniqueness? Bahasa Melayu is a National language and it has been that since the day we gained Independence and even before that, all races spoke in Malay. Just that in this era, English is everything. I am also very aware that even Malay people don't speak Bahasa Melayu, that's because we're living in a multi-racial environment. Also, some are even ashamed to be known as a Malay but thats minority. That one is up to individual. I have no comments about that. As for me, I speak Malay at home but when I'm with friends, a common language that is. I'm still proud to be a Malay. But come on, would you like it if the National Anthem was written in your own language and one day, someone decided to make fun of it? The feeling sucks. Put yourself in other people's shoe and reflect. Think before you write anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry, this was rather random. But frankly speaking, I don't like it when people actually indirectly being sarcastic towards one's race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-5258684337122637505?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/5258684337122637505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=5258684337122637505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/5258684337122637505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/5258684337122637505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/06/okay-i-actually-feel-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Bbtehx7ChE/TgVVxiCGMqI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/VAoIq_VnFUs/s72-c/Racist.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-7684047996057449056</id><published>2011-06-22T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T21:10:42.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm recovering. I still have that painful feeling in my throat.  Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish this holiday was longer. I wanna sleep late and wake up late. Haha. Obviously, that isn't my point. I know time is running short and I still dont have that sense of urgency. Like wtshit, I know. 5 more months to go, oh wait, less than 5 months. Urgh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear this holiday was a dull one for me. I've been grounded, sort of and started learning how to mop the floor. Yes, I'm on my way to become a full time maid after I quit school like very soon.. Well, duh. Of course, not! Or maybe thats exactly how I feel. Been doing housework more than studying/doing homework. And stoning as well. Haiz. I do not know what I'm doing with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to wake up from this dream. Need more than just a slap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-7684047996057449056?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/7684047996057449056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=7684047996057449056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7684047996057449056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7684047996057449056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-think-im-recovering_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-366514523541268106</id><published>2011-06-20T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T18:42:08.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi. Okay, I'm sick.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't bother calling me cause I can't talk for now. My throat is hurting like shit and I can't swallow any solid food! My god. I dont wanna see a doctor. Urgh. I can't seem to recover and by Thursday, it would have been a week. Nice, sick on my birthday. Seriously, homeworks not done and I have no mood to do any of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been drinking gallons of WARM water and still no difference. And I almost wet my bed la cause there's too much water in my body. Haiz. I wanna be well again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I shall stop complaining cause it won't do any difference to me. Haiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case I forget,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY SICKLY 18TH BIRTHDAY!(in advance)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-366514523541268106?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/366514523541268106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=366514523541268106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/366514523541268106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/366514523541268106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/06/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-7556994085470867681</id><published>2011-06-04T02:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T02:34:38.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for the language used but ...&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I LOVE BIO &lt;s&gt;SIOL&lt;/s&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-7556994085470867681?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/7556994085470867681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=7556994085470867681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7556994085470867681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7556994085470867681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/06/sorry-for-language-used-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-5581312532963262548</id><published>2011-06-02T16:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T16:30:46.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got a freaking 39.5 for GP -.- I heard that they're gonna round it up. So I'm keeping my fingers cross and praying that I will get an S at least. Come on la, 2.5 points make so much difference okay! I feel like shit. Plus, I will never get above C for Melayu like wtf. Getting back Bio tomorrow. I don wanna be disappointed again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough of my rantings. House been rather quiet ever since Sufi went to my Grandma's house to be taken care of. He will definitely be well look after since I have 2 Aunts there, plus 2 cousins, one working while the other as old as me, an uncle and of course, my Grandma. Haha. I definitely miss him la :( Especially his mushiness. Haha. But he's gonna be back tomorrow so yup :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really dunno what to do now. I wanna do homework but got no motivation. Haiz. Okay la, I should go and tumblr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh, I wanna learn how to shuffle! :D Random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-5581312532963262548?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/5581312532963262548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=5581312532963262548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/5581312532963262548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/5581312532963262548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/06/ive-got-freaking-39.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-7830511450955002419</id><published>2011-05-20T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T23:04:34.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Feel so good being bad ...'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel like a bitch. Okay, self-reflection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Woots, mid years gonna be over in 3273894274729 days? Haha. That was an exaggeration. Gosh, its like taking forever since I'm like the only person taking Bio in my entire class and that freaking paper just have to be on Friday, the last week of school. And I only need to come school for an hour? Come school early just for that paper? Aiya, sucks la. Okay, thats life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I shall blog again once mid years over and I'm so gonna mug properly for PRELIMS :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-7830511450955002419?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/7830511450955002419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=7830511450955002419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7830511450955002419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7830511450955002419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/05/feel-so-good-being-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-7838210303457537743</id><published>2011-05-10T23:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T23:54:45.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shall blog today even though Mid Years in 2 day's time? Haha. All the best to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hTqtqixNlUI/TclbC0OYXpI/AAAAAAAAAV0/1WhUT4QMz1I/s320/IMG_0369%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605111315176119954" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't this boy above adorable? Haha. But unfortunately or fortunately, he grew up to become this ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sYz5DEhn9vg/TclbDbSperI/AAAAAAAAAV8/7fIPnPzQxg8/s320/IMG_0333.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605111325663001266" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No longer that adorable boy. So Mat! Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, its been awhile since I blogged and lots of thing had happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First of all, NIKE 5K RUN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was AWESOME! I really had an amazing time with my girls. I think I was the only person who ran with a camera in her hand la. Cool or what. I was like a paparazzi, running around capturing photos of my friends etc. Haha. It was fun, I must say. And I'm so gonna join them again next year, Insya Allah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9yLJDP6Ntiw/TclbDSUjg8I/AAAAAAAAAWE/5tJwY2vxV5c/s320/IMG_0177.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605111323255079874" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UEaa7vgB3KM/TclbDqgk-7I/AAAAAAAAAWM/xiO5a8Xq0Fw/s320/IMG_0212.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605111329747958706" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SjfqIVkQOPA/TclbEJQdQfI/AAAAAAAAAWU/163O-M11pus/s1600/IMG_0192.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SjfqIVkQOPA/TclbEJQdQfI/AAAAAAAAAWU/163O-M11pus/s320/IMG_0192.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605111338001842674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c1MjMeLx0vc/TcleTSf2ffI/AAAAAAAAAWc/i2c-m41pKLI/s1600/IMG_0147.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c1MjMeLx0vc/TcleTSf2ffI/AAAAAAAAAWc/i2c-m41pKLI/s320/IMG_0147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605114896715251186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More pics on FB!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next, MOTHER'S DAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we went to eat Sakura at Tampines SAFRA. It was a little cramp but there's food so I didnt really care. And I swear I hate my scarf la. Damm annoying. I tried doing the going around the head etc but failed. So yeah, I looked kinda retarded. So not gonna post them on FB. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MppmMLeKzlw/TcleUdz1cmI/AAAAAAAAAW8/I16B52ibQDc/s1600/IMG_0341.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MppmMLeKzlw/TcleUdz1cmI/AAAAAAAAAW8/I16B52ibQDc/s320/IMG_0341.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605114916931727970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YA6ONNKuubQ/TcleUGqYzAI/AAAAAAAAAW0/JAF1ppYDADI/s1600/IMG_0339.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YA6ONNKuubQ/TcleUGqYzAI/AAAAAAAAAW0/JAF1ppYDADI/s320/IMG_0339.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605114910718086146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wBsXpwyXhyM/TcleTsRudNI/AAAAAAAAAWk/tUl_udWop5k/s320/IMG_0313.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605114903635326162" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KAAJp93mqh0/TcleT0H5xNI/AAAAAAAAAWs/XEjpfKfII44/s1600/IMG_0327.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KAAJp93mqh0/TcleT0H5xNI/AAAAAAAAAWs/XEjpfKfII44/s320/IMG_0327.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605114905741608146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KAAJp93mqh0/TcleT0H5xNI/AAAAAAAAAWs/XEjpfKfII44/s1600/IMG_0327.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KAAJp93mqh0/TcleT0H5xNI/AAAAAAAAAWs/XEjpfKfII44/s1600/IMG_0327.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AWW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fk-umz8jpB8/TclfFXquS1I/AAAAAAAAAXE/O55tXBzMrS4/s1600/IMG_0331.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fk-umz8jpB8/TclfFXquS1I/AAAAAAAAAXE/O55tXBzMrS4/s320/IMG_0331.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605115757096487762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY FAMILY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yup, thats about it. I'm gonna have to mug soon. And I'm missing my friends already :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-7838210303457537743?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/7838210303457537743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=7838210303457537743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7838210303457537743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7838210303457537743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-shall-blog-today-even-though-mid.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hTqtqixNlUI/TclbC0OYXpI/AAAAAAAAAV0/1WhUT4QMz1I/s72-c/IMG_0369%2B%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-6102982175792390754</id><published>2011-05-08T02:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T02:35:39.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Talking to someone who used to be the one filling up your inbox a few years ago is rather weird though. Despite the fact that we're cool and remain friends, yet there's still that tiny bit of feeling. I should get over it cause I'm attached and same goes to that person. But maybe if it didn't happen too early and when I'm a little older, I guess we will still be together. Haha. Forget it. I'm attached.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If not, I wont be able to know Hazim. Haha. Oh well, things change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But somehow, that convo made me realised how important I was in someone's life. Aww, I'm so touched. Haha. Yup, yup. Omg, I should sleep soon. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-6102982175792390754?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/6102982175792390754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=6102982175792390754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/6102982175792390754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/6102982175792390754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/05/talking-to-someone-who-used-to-be-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-8592992608237677062</id><published>2011-04-27T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T22:56:32.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have unofficially step down from TAEKWONDO today and I know that I'm gonna miss all those enjoyable trainings and the fun I had. Strangers whom I first met them last year have soon become my close pals. We're like brothers and sisters. Problems shared together. We went through all the thick and thin together. We cry together, laugh together. Well, everything together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite the fact that I have yet to achieve anything from TKD but I believe that I have tasted the sweetness of victory deep inside :) I'm not gonna make this post long but, haha, just feel like expressing the fun I'm gonna miss cause everyone is focusing and going separate ways into achieving our ultimate goal. So yup. He are some pictures though:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-32hx0qN3G18/TbguKANBaoI/AAAAAAAAAVs/s8cywCLfKqQ/s320/215620_1907410439534_1069997713_2224578_2178697_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600276886023400066" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sGUmHqnziSM/TbguJ12fXOI/AAAAAAAAAVk/v5ax3rpDhR4/s320/207001_1907414959647_1069997713_2224586_7731135_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600276883244539106" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GIRLS' YELLOW BELT FTW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-8592992608237677062?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/8592992608237677062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=8592992608237677062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/8592992608237677062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/8592992608237677062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-have-unofficially-step-down-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-32hx0qN3G18/TbguKANBaoI/AAAAAAAAAVs/s8cywCLfKqQ/s72-c/215620_1907410439534_1069997713_2224578_2178697_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-3264013053726582611</id><published>2011-04-25T01:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T01:29:07.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to be sleeping now and I'm so dead if Mum happens to wake up and see me using the lappy. Hahaha. Dead for sure.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I just finished my Maths Normal Distribution tut and I'm so proud of myself. At least, for sure, I won't get scolded by my Maths teacher. He's been checking our tuts randomly so yeah. Gotta stop procrastinating. On the other hand, I've got Mock SPA tomorrow and yes, I've memorised every single detail just now. Well, looks like Sunday is the bestest day to do work cause most of the time thats when I finished most of my work without falling asleep (Okay, maybe because I had a 3 hours nap just now? Haha.).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was awesome. Attended my good friend's sister's wedding. It was quite nice actually. Haha. Food was great and yeah, we were one of the few guests to leave. Haha. Had some fun time catching up with my sec school clique. Oh how I missed those days. Brought home Nasi Briyani, yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking about food, I think my fridge is like freaking filled with yesterday's and today's food. There's Briyani, Spaghetti, Fried stuff like Tapioca, Butterfly fritters etc from Mum's workplace etc etc. Thats alot. Thought of bringing some to school today since I'm like broke. Haiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh, May's coming! Im gonna be spending alot cause its Mother's Day and Boyf''s Birthday! WHEE :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I swear I need to sleep. Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-3264013053726582611?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/3264013053726582611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=3264013053726582611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/3264013053726582611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/3264013053726582611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-supposed-to-be-sleeping-now-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-7697128867396256920</id><published>2011-04-18T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T23:30:21.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everybody Hurts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Don't know Don't know if I can do this on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Why do you have to leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;It seems I'm losing something deep inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Hold on onto me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Now I see Now I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Everybody hurts some days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;It's okay to be afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Everybody hurts Everybody screams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Everybody feels this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;And it's okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;La di da di da It's okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;It feels like nothing really matters anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;When you're gone I can't breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;And I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;You never meant to make me feel this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;This can't be happening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Now I see (now I see) Now I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Everybody hurts some days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;It's okay to be afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Everybody hurts Everybody screams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Everybody feels this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;And it's okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;La di da di da It's okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;La la la la la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;So many questions so much on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;So many answers I can't find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;I wish I could turn back the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;I want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Everybody hurts some days (some days)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Everybody hurts some days (some days)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Everybody hurts some days (some days)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;It's okay to be afraid (afraid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Everybody hurts Everybody screams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Everybody feels this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;And it's okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;La di da di da It's okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;La la la la la It's okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Everybody hurts somedays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;It's okay to be afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Everybody hurts some day (yeah we all feel pain)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Everybody feels this way but it'll be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Can someone take me away to a better place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Everybody feels this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;It's okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;La di da di da It's okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;La la la la la It's okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;La di da di da It's okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;La la la la la It's okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Just felt like posting this up after talking to a friend on FB. Cheer up :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-7697128867396256920?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/7697128867396256920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=7697128867396256920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7697128867396256920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7697128867396256920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/04/everybody-hurts-dont-know-dont-know-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-7059243653573302806</id><published>2011-04-18T19:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T20:25:20.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UTxeIvvyMFA/TawnvYdZnRI/AAAAAAAAAVU/RRTncLw5N_w/s1600/IMG_0443.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UTxeIvvyMFA/TawnvYdZnRI/AAAAAAAAAVU/RRTncLw5N_w/s320/IMG_0443.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596892131887783186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He's finally back to serve his National Service after having a week break. He's posted to SCS and he was kinda disappointed though. Wanted to enter OCS so badly. Aww, Insya Allah, he will get to cross over from SCS to OCS.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week been quite of a disappointment. Gosh, I wish I could rewind the time and go back to that day, not repeating the same mistake. One word to it: Fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To get rid of that feeling, I've been spending alot on food and I realised that now I'm officially broke. Again! Aiyo. But I do have some emergency money but urgh, I'm trying hard not to spend them. Plus, I won't have anyone to treat me and depend on this week. Hahaha. I cannot imagine myself earning my own money and spending them. I think I need someone to control my money. Haha. That's retarded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh, how could I forget. I went to visit my 8 year old cousin who just had a brain surgery in the hospital yesterday. Only God knows how I felt when I saw him. He hasn't been awake since last Tue but there was movement from him. I couldn't bear to see him in that state, unconscious, tubes all over and machines around him. It won't be nice to post a picture of him cause its so inhuman. Once a healthy, mischievous and active boy and in just a blink of an eye, he has become otherwise. I'm praying real hard for him to recover and I wanna see his smile again :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haiz. And I felt real dumb yesterday. My P6 cousin couldn't solve this maths sum. Haha. And I was the 5th person she asked. So i tried my best to solve it and yes, I managed to but ... Here's come the suckish part. I suck at explaining. So I took like 2o mins to explain to her. Omg, how to becom teacher like that! Hahaha. Okay, I need to practise explaining random stuff lots of time. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright, I think I should stop now. My bro is messing with my hair. And oh oh, I can do FISHTAIL ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zd9QkVOTIS4/Taws_uA9GaI/AAAAAAAAAVc/PfZ1PixeH54/s320/IMG_0209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's kinda blur and my hair is short to make one! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-7059243653573302806?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/7059243653573302806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=7059243653573302806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7059243653573302806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7059243653573302806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/04/hes-finally-back-to-serve-his-national.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UTxeIvvyMFA/TawnvYdZnRI/AAAAAAAAAVU/RRTncLw5N_w/s72-c/IMG_0443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-4329974780745876181</id><published>2011-04-15T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T22:14:14.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IM DAMM DEMORALIZED NOW! WHY COULDN'T I JUST FREAKING FOCUS AND NOT LOSE MY BALANCE DURING THE FREAKING COMPETITION? AFTER FREAKING TRAINED FOR 1 YEAR PLUS, I STILL HAVE NOT ACHIEVED ANYTHING. I'VE DISAPPOINTED FREAKING LOTS OF PEOPLE AND I KNOW THERE'S NO POINT FEELING BAD ABOUT IT. LIKE WTF IS WRONG WITH ME. I'VE WASTED TIME, EFFORT AND MONEY. FML :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-4329974780745876181?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/4329974780745876181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=4329974780745876181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/4329974780745876181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/4329974780745876181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-damm-demoralized-now-why-couldnt-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-2258855121829644181</id><published>2011-04-11T20:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T20:38:58.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SGEW3dvAJp4/TaLwCE3n9CI/AAAAAAAAAUs/vZYlHV9XIMw/s320/IMG_0225.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594297605605028898" /&gt;We had last minute training on Saturday and it was awesome! Despite the fact that National is this coming friday, I never dreaded training but I look forward to it though. Coach is fierce but funny and he's freaking good. Yup. Above is my team people. Okay, we look retarded. I promise for nicer pictures this Wed which is self training. Fuckyeah, no one to supervise us. Camwhore ftw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g5rFQlq2hBk/TaLwCXF2zcI/AAAAAAAAAU0/vURvZHwGGF4/s320/IMG_0230.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594297610496560578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;This is Glenn. He's freaking good la. I wanna do kicks like him. Mine's not as good though. Kinda low. Gotta work more on my thigh muscles. Haha. And he's gonna continue Taekwondo till dunno what Dan la. But I won't be surprised if I see him in National Team one day. Haha.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-klv3cQgAu4E/TaLwfN7MfMI/AAAAAAAAAVM/mfRjm8HM_7s/s1600/IMG_0237.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after training, I've decided to meet HAZIM! It was unplanned. He just had his POP in the morning which he doesn't need to go back to Tekong except when he has become a Sergeant or etc. And I have to congratulate him for making into the Top 5. May you get to enter your dream OCS, dear :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. And since he's so free, he waited for me outside school. Gosh, he looked so freaking tired and he still has the energy to meet me. He had 24 km route march the previous night and like what. I felt bad. He accompanied me for brunch and we decided to go ECP after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-klv3cQgAu4E/TaLwfN7MfMI/AAAAAAAAAVM/mfRjm8HM_7s/s1600/IMG_0237.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-klv3cQgAu4E/TaLwfN7MfMI/AAAAAAAAAVM/mfRjm8HM_7s/s320/IMG_0237.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594298106252131522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather was awesome. We had a heart to heart talk though and talked about those times when we first got to know each other. Haha. And he thought I looked like a FLAT FISH. Sucker. I hate him for that. Haha. So yup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmQlmUbcazU/TaLwChyb4eI/AAAAAAAAAVE/jIhHSnDuzzA/s1600/IMG_0252.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmQlmUbcazU/TaLwChyb4eI/AAAAAAAAAVE/jIhHSnDuzzA/s320/IMG_0252.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594297613367894498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He looked tired right? Omg. So after spent around 1 hr plus slacking, we headed home. As usual he sent me home first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kfwN-F3fBLI/TaLwCgF5srI/AAAAAAAAAU8/tngoBxuEK4c/s1600/IMG_0257.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kfwN-F3fBLI/TaLwCgF5srI/AAAAAAAAAU8/tngoBxuEK4c/s320/IMG_0257.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594297612912669362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I looked so pretty here. Haha. Okay, stop it Syaf. Yup. And now he's sick :( I baked brownie but I dont think he can get to taste it. Man. I wish I could visit him just now but nah, tomorrow instead though. I think I should get him a basket of fruits. Haha. Cool or what. Im sucha caring girlfriend ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. So today, I kinda went to shop alone. Bought myself some cute earpiece and I bumped into my long lost friend! Gosh, we were so excited to bump into each other. Haha. We hugged, screamed and exchanged numbers. Haha. I swear we were cute. Hahaha. And i was back alone. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really dunno how to end this but I got to practise playing Marry You on the guitar. Im gonna perform during my Civics Tutor's birthday! My ever first performing live :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-2258855121829644181?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/2258855121829644181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=2258855121829644181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/2258855121829644181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/2258855121829644181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-had-last-minute-training-on-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SGEW3dvAJp4/TaLwCE3n9CI/AAAAAAAAAUs/vZYlHV9XIMw/s72-c/IMG_0225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-7051743982857644231</id><published>2011-04-08T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T22:23:43.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'M VERY PROUD OF MY SCHOOL :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of course, I never regret going there but how I wished I hadn't been too complacent and at least get good results. I'm missing most of the fun that I should have. But, well, the fun is still there though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today was our sports day. It was not that fun la but not that bad. I swear I turned darker. Spent 2 hours under the hot sun. I was in charge of floorball so yup. The only place available was the one beside the school field. Haha. Everything went well though. I had fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After that, took part in the 200m by 30, It was fun, I was very proud of myself cause I managed to overtake one girl and gotten our house at least the 4th position out of 5. Not bad right? Lol. Okay, enough. Haha. Camwhored and its over!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next PW results. Alhamdulillah, I've gotten the grade I want and I wanna thank my dearest BOTAK guy for helping me out ^^ School did extremely well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's the results:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;90% - A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9.9% - B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;0.1% - C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cool or what sia! Omg, obviously we were damm nervous of that one C. But thank God, it wasn't me nor my friends. However, I wasn't really happy though. Some people just dont deserve the grade they had. I sympathise most of my friends. They worked real hard for this, sacrificing their sleep and all. Haiz. I was surprised that I've gotten that grade cause frankly speaking, my PW assignment sucks. Really. But at least there were help, BOTAK's friends came and help with our written report and all. Haha. I was very lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, enough of PW. I actually lied to my TKD mates that I was the one who got the C. Haha. I double confirmed with you that Im gonna get interrogated tomorrow during training. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So next, since we didn't know what to do, me and Ziq decided to go lepak somewhere. We went to NEX and woah, walking for an hour is worse than sprinting 200 m. Haha. It was fun though. We did stupid stuff that we wont be able to do anywhere. Haha. We had filling our stomach with interesting food. Camwhored here and there. Left the place at around 6.45 and I'm homed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gosh, I'm so tired and my legs are screwing up. Competition is next Friday. Sucks sia. I wanna get a medal so badly. Urgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, Imma do my work. Toodles. Hope I have time to update tomorrow and HAZIM will be out of Tekong tomorrow :) I NEED HIM TO TEACH ME MATHS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-7051743982857644231?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/7051743982857644231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=7051743982857644231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7051743982857644231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7051743982857644231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-very-proud-of-my-school-d-of-course.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-2817580286799487667</id><published>2011-04-02T19:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T23:45:22.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ys4DHiHQd4/TZcEh-xamaI/AAAAAAAAAUk/qa7utBW_viU/s1600/Smile.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ys4DHiHQd4/TZcEh-xamaI/AAAAAAAAAUk/qa7utBW_viU/s320/Smile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590942444236216738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today was another great day. A day fully sponsored by Dearest. Hahaha. Wish it had lasted longer :( But anyways, after that 3 and a half hour of Maths, went to meet him. His hair was fully shaven again. So cute :) Since I was freaking hungry, went to get brunch at ______. As an awesome eater, I ate freaking alot and basically took his share of food. He stopped after eating 2 plates of various kind of food while I took double/triple of that I think, I swear I could eat alot but had to go off halfway and I felt like puking afterwards. Haha. Next stop, MOVIE! As a person who has become more patriotic by the day, we decided to watch Battle of LA. While waiting, we went to play arcade. Our favourite , haha, and we decided to play the arcade version of Basketball. We beat the highscore sia! I swear we make a great team. Haha. After dunno how many rounds of bball, our movie was about to start. Omg, it was damm GOOD. Okay, I slept for about an hour but I could still get the gist of the story. Very interesting though and I didnt know NEYO acted. He looked so skinny and nerdy. Haha. So yeah. After that, we talked and lepaked. Then home :) I wish there's more to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, I'm supposed to be sleeping now. I have grading tomorrow. Wah, sian, I hope my sidekick turns out nice :/ Wish me all the best people! I wanna get double promoted. Ambitious sia. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, I wanna sleep. Toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-2817580286799487667?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/2817580286799487667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=2817580286799487667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/2817580286799487667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/2817580286799487667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ys4DHiHQd4/TZcEh-xamaI/AAAAAAAAAUk/qa7utBW_viU/s72-c/Smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-2759686340714368625</id><published>2011-04-01T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T21:12:47.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I TEXTED YOU BUT NEVER REPLY. APE NI??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, Minah in action. Haha. But attempt failed. Anyways, awesome day today! There wasn't any CCA cause there was Parent's Night. As always, my parents will never ever be able to make it depsite the fact that I was one of the compulsory students to be seen by the teachers. Aiya. My life was officially screwed in Term 1 la. I cannot do anything right except to work hard and get promoted from the Monitoring Scheme. Haha. Yes, I'm being monitored/ stalked by the teachers. Cool or what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So school ended at 12.30. Lepak with my TKD mates and talked crap while waiting for Khaliesah to end her lesson. After that, went to Hougang Mall. I wanted to get guy's slippers but I couldnt find any. Hence we decided to go back to Tampines. Haha. Window shopping can never be boring. While walking, I bumped into SYIQ!! And Haziyah! Like finally. Haha. A quick hug and off. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We went to study at Texas chicken. Yummy! Spent an hour going through Complex No. And yay! I can do them :) Okay la. Nothing much, then went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have no life siaaa. Sian like hell. Hahahaha. And I have freaking school tomorrow and a freaking Lecture Test tomorrow. 3 and a half hours of Maths. Who can survive, tell me? I can assure that I will fall asleep after 20 mins in the LT. Thats so typical of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Im not prepared for A's la.. Omg. Okay, I sound so, i dunno, in denial? I've yet to show my parent's my CT results. Seriously, like shit. And bravo, my phone just died when its life was full a few seconds ago. Stupid Samsung phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wth, is wrong with my freaking life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-2759686340714368625?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/2759686340714368625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=2759686340714368625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/2759686340714368625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/2759686340714368625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-texted-you-but-never-reply.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-4400964590317754512</id><published>2011-03-23T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T22:28:25.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG! LIKE WTH, IM SICK AGAIN -.- IM DOWN WITH A SORETHROAT AND NOW I CANT BLOODY TALK. THROAT HURTS LIKE HELL! THATS IT MAN. IM SO GONNA GET CIKGU'S COMPLAINT AGAIN TOMORROW. HAIZ. GOSH, FML SIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm supposed to be doing my work but I just cant focus. Listening to Missing You Always by Taufik Batisah. Its a very emotional song and suddenly, all the memories during my sec sch life came into my mind. Man, I miss my freaking friends! I know I've not been meeting you guys since God knows when but deep down, you guys meant alot to me and you've already secured a special place in my heart :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not gonna go all mushy and stuff but aiya, I miss you all la. Bai, I need to see you often every morning! Arina, despite the fact that your sch is very near to my bus stop where I board on or alight from 81, I never seem to see you. Text me la! And syiq, Insya Allah, if I got time, I go TP and pay you a visit :) Haha. I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm freaking tired now. I promise myself that I will finish all my chem homework by today so that I wont panic next week. Maths will do it tomorrow :) Man, so many things and yet so little time. This is like my favourite phrase la. Haha. Despite knowing that, I dont seem to maximise my time well. My time management skills suck big time la. How to get 70 and above!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I better go do my work before I start getting all drowsy and sleepy cause I just ate my medicine which is still half fulled. Haha. Toodles! xoxos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-4400964590317754512?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/4400964590317754512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=4400964590317754512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/4400964590317754512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/4400964590317754512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/03/omg-like-wth-im-sick-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-3339381914455329228</id><published>2011-03-21T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:30:36.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zd8JJEdsq9s/TYdWSFZ0ALI/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMOr_vJRWv8/s1600/IMG_1635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zd8JJEdsq9s/TYdWSFZ0ALI/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMOr_vJRWv8/s320/IMG_1635.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586528731464466610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My second encounter with a nest that has little birdlings inside. I thank God for His Creation :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First day of school was kinda bearable. Gotten back most of my papers and results are as expected. No point regretting over it though. Kinda pissed off with Malay and GP. Like what the fuck, seriously. It's either the teacher hates me for whatever reasons or maybe they just can't be bothered. Haiz. I'm quite gotten over with GP though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But, I'm  still very pissed off with Malay. Result is one thing. The other one is the Cikgu. She never fail to pick on me, purposely. I did my homework, excuse me. She just had to specifically walk towards me to check my homework and not the others and this happen all the time. She just has something against me. Okay, I don't deny that sometimes I give her the can't-be-bothered face but still? I wanna help myself too by doing my work all the time despite my ignorance in class and trying as hard as possible to keep my interest in Malay as high as possible (I dunno what's the word to describe but you get it.) Gosh. This is so pissifying. And she complained that my immune system is weak and I should take some supplement cause I didn't come to school for 2 days -.- I just got attacked by some stupid viruses and it just happened that the following week was CT and our papers were in the air-conditioned hall. Worsen my condition. Furthermore there were lessons during the Mar hols and I was still sick. That was when she complained and threatened to call my mum telling her about my condition. Urgh. Annoying. I can't believe I write one whole chunk of paragraph about my whole Malay thing. Haiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the brighter side, I'm well now. Haha. Went out during the weekends, like family. Saturday was with Family while Sunday was with my Botak Guy. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Saturday was spent eating and watching BIG MOMMA. I swear it was HILARIOUS! Should watch :D Did some shopping and catching up time with one another. Haha. Lastly, I swear I will never ever get checkered top. I looked disgusting in them now. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sunday was with Botak Guy. We met early in the morning since he had to book in at 7 pm and morning was the only possible slot to meet up since we didn't get to meet for 2 weeks. Haha. I know not long but ... Try to understand la. Haha. So took bus to Pasir Ris. I dunno why we went there but we had breakfast at DTE. Thought it was a boring place so we decided to travel to ECP. We took 12 and alighted at St Pats. We were finding our way to ECP where we were somehow lost. We kept walking until we ended up inside St Pats. We thought maybe there's a way out from St Pats since the gate was freaking open. So we went in and guess what ceremony was held in there? Some Baptism thing and I just realised its a Sunday and St Pats is a religious school in a way. I started panicking, duh. I was wearing a freaking tudung and wth was I doing in the middle of this ceremony. I looked as if I just converted. Astarghfirullah. And while I was panicking, he could still walk very slowly and enjoying every moment there. My Gosh. Haha. But finally we made our way out. Asked around, so yup. Ended up at ECP. So freaking crowded and we decided to go PP. While walking, we witnessed a HOLI CEREMONY where all the Indians gathered. Damm fun ah! Like those in the Bollywood movies where they will throw some colourful powder and dirty themselves up. Haha. We wished we had brought extra clothes and join them. Haha. Walked, walked, walked and we decided to head home. Sent me off first and it was raining freaking heavily. But overall. it was awesome :) I miss his long hugs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, so yup. Thats about it. Freaking long I know. But for memories sake. Haha. I got to do my hmwk now. Bye :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-3339381914455329228?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/3339381914455329228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=3339381914455329228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/3339381914455329228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/3339381914455329228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-second-encounter-with-nest-that-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zd8JJEdsq9s/TYdWSFZ0ALI/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMOr_vJRWv8/s72-c/IMG_1635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-7450153703449929216</id><published>2011-03-18T01:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T01:52:12.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For the first time in history, I'm actually trying to complete all my homeworks. I've decided to start the new term afresh, like starting to complete my assignments on my own and definitely not copying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CTs really woke me up. Yeah, I can already predict what kind of results I will be getting. Seriously, no point regretting and starting afresh now is still not too late right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still awake at this hour and I'm a little scared. After getting to know from my friend that you should sleep before 2, I've become very conscious. I dunno why but I just can't sleep at this moment. Oh no :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This whole week has been rather mundane except for the weekends. They were awesome! Followed by the two trainings on Mon and Tue. Amazing as usual. I kinda like training but having two consecutive trainings is crazy. We've been seeing coach for 5 days straight. Haha. But trainings always ended up interesting. I love hanging out with my TKD members. They're just awesome. They make me feel good and are always concern about my well-being despite the fact that they also love bullying me. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4KJWtpGRFQw/TYJH4j2YVYI/AAAAAAAAATs/vs_cU_MVtgU/s320/198352_1814249670573_1069997713_2129113_7042087_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585105524914410882" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also proud of them. We won 2 medals!! First time after 2 years. I could have gotten if I didnt get kick out in the semis. Aiya. It was very close. But its okay. Nationals, here I come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UCwDz3V1Pps/TYJIxIyMTcI/AAAAAAAAAT0/f4S8fgRxAnQ/s320/195972_1814288631547_1069997713_2129205_3563331_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585106496901631426" /&gt;After all the fun I had, I wish I was able to share it with someone. Haha. I bet he will enjoy it too ^^ I miss him man. I felt so bad for not being able to wake up at 4 plus morning to call him. Haha. I ended up snoozing and went back to sleep. Power. Haha. I need my sleep too since Ive been waking up at 5 to go sch or competition since Sat to Wed. Hahaha. I hope I get to meet him soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, its almost 2 now. I either go sleep now or continue doing with my revision. My eyes are still not that sleepy. I guess I shall continue with my revision. I forgot everything I've learnt in J1 already. Gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-7450153703449929216?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/7450153703449929216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=7450153703449929216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7450153703449929216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7450153703449929216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/03/for-first-time-in-history-im-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4KJWtpGRFQw/TYJH4j2YVYI/AAAAAAAAATs/vs_cU_MVtgU/s72-c/198352_1814249670573_1069997713_2129113_7042087_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-3141927942107106851</id><published>2011-03-13T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T23:18:12.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I HAVE SOOO MANY THINGS TO BLOG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DEFINITELY LOVE LOVE MY THIS WEEKENDS ESPECIALLY. BASICALLY AFTER CTS WAS OVER, MY LIFE GETS BETTER AS WELL. I KNOW ITS WEIRD FOR ME TO WRITE IN CAPS, BUT IM TOO LAZY TO KEEP CHANGING INTO SMALL CAPS AND THEN BIG ONES SINCE IM REALLY TIRED AND I HAVE SCHOOL TOMORROW. SIAN LA, BUT THAT'S LIFE I GUESS. OH MAN. I DONT WANNA GO SCHOOL. I WANNA REMAIN HIGH LIKE JUST NOW. BEING RANDOM AND DIRTY AT THE SAME TIME ;) DAMM FUN AND 24 HOUR LEPAK SIOL! OKAY, SORRY. STEP MINAH SINCE EVERYONE IN TKD CALLS ME A MINAH. I DUNNO WHY BUT I DEFINITELY DONT LOOK LIKE MINAH AT ALL LA. SO TAK MENJADI. HAHAHA. OKAY, IF I HAVE TIME I WILL BLOG ABOUT STUFF THAT HAPPENED AFTER CTS. FOR NOW, I SHALL FINISH READING MY BOOK AND SLEEP ZXZXZZZXZZXZZZXZXZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-3141927942107106851?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/3141927942107106851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=3141927942107106851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/3141927942107106851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/3141927942107106851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-have-sooo-many-things-to-blog-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-240444655287902998</id><published>2011-03-07T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T23:38:28.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NO PAPER TOMORROW! But I will have 4 more to go on Wed and Thurs. Tsk sia. Haiz. I'm gonna fail them cause I seriously have no confidence in doing well. My self esteem kinda drop down. Oh well, I just gotta do my best then (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IM STILL SICK! Yes, sick. Gosh, its annoying la but its partly my fault too. I kept buying food that I'm not supposed to consume such as bubble teas, chips, nuts etc. Haha. But they're nice food right?? It sucks to be sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE PEOPLE WHO ARE IN SELF DENIAL. I hate it when people post them as their status on FB. I know its not my problem but come one, you dont have to flood my newsfeed like every 30 minutes with your self denial confessions. Get a life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'VE CHANGED FOR THE BETTER. I dunno but I think I'm changing. I'm becoming more sarcastic? Yeah, I guess so. You people dont wanna messs with me alright? &gt;:( I'm kidding! Hahahahahaha. But I'm still that motherly, caring figure you've always known. That is something that I'm born to be and I can never change that (: Which is something good I guess. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I MISS MY OLD GOOD FRIENDS! Bai, Syiq and Arina, I miss you lots la )): Now I never Bai's face in the morning. How come sia? Haha. I will meet you guys soon if I have the time too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOW I WANNA SLEEP! Okay, I shall get some sleep now and wake up early to revise my chem. I shall get rid of the physical chem and afterwards mug on ORGANIC CHEM, FTW! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-240444655287902998?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/240444655287902998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=240444655287902998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/240444655287902998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/240444655287902998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-paper-tomorrow-but-i-will-have-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-6194928732385623834</id><published>2011-03-01T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T18:35:15.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IM SICK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My god. I thought I was perfectly fine. Well, despite the fact that I went to the poly to fake sick but in the end, I got sick. My whole immune system is kinda weak right now. Been sneezing and my throat hurts like hell. Blame the environment at the poly. Everyone was sneezing and stuff like that and since I was fine at that moment, gotten some of the virus. Like wtshit. Dolat ah. Haiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So yup, didn't do really much today. Managed to finish up my homework since I've got like consultation right early in the morning tomorrow. Hope it's useful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Common test is like next week. Yes, Ive been talking about it in every post. Right now, I don't feel anything. Like the sense of urgency or anything. Nothing. Cause it just feel like any other test that I got the feeling I will fail with flying colours :) Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright, I got to go and maybe Tumblr? Haha. In the meantime, admire my pretty face and my cute brother :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fE_de2Rjpgk/TWzLiZzjhyI/AAAAAAAAATk/QfjLI3QvZuk/s320/IMG_1508.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579057830308316962" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-6194928732385623834?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/6194928732385623834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=6194928732385623834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/6194928732385623834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/6194928732385623834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-sick-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fE_de2Rjpgk/TWzLiZzjhyI/AAAAAAAAATk/QfjLI3QvZuk/s72-c/IMG_1508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-123734728584761735</id><published>2011-02-25T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T23:29:30.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuckyeah, I've got GOLD for NAPFA! My last NAPFA so must do better. I kinda did worse for my Standing Broad Jump. It just happened that my most hated teacher was in charge of thT station and everytime I jumped, I kept failing but finally, after a zillion tries, I managed to get a C though. So Gold! Haha. My leg muscles suck big time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, yup. Common Test in a week's time and I'm so freaking tired of everything. Like right now? My eyes are already squinting. My God. Seriously, but its okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Journey back home was interesting. I had fun socialising. Haha. Finally get to know people better instead of just saying 'Hi!' and 'Bye!' Lame right? I know, thats why I have to keep improving my social skills before it get worse. Hahaha,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I really need to sleep before I start crapping. Toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-123734728584761735?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/123734728584761735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=123734728584761735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/123734728584761735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/123734728584761735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/02/fuckyeah-ive-got-gold-for-napfa-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-8116333019883121589</id><published>2011-02-21T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T23:26:37.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MY BOTAK MAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7JE1A5yi4Yc/TWKAtU8aP5I/AAAAAAAAATU/4FVkg90zun0/s320/Photo-0173%255B1%255D" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576160804842651538" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CxnS9WvDMRw/TWKAtml05cI/AAAAAAAAATc/MfDxSxxn8qI/s1600/Photo-0172%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CxnS9WvDMRw/TWKAtml05cI/AAAAAAAAATc/MfDxSxxn8qI/s320/Photo-0172%255B1%255D" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576160809579767234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He looks freaking different la. Like someone who just got out of the jail with his white shirt and shorts plus his baldy head. Haha. He actually look kinda cool though and sorry, cause he doesnt really look good in front of camera plus my camera sucks so yeah ^^ Day was awesome. Haha. I swear he couldnt stop singing all his army songs and cheers, asking me to feel his muscles etc, Gosh. Vain sia. Hahahaha. But its okay though. Finally get to see him. Spent around 2 hours walking around at Bedok and headed to Simei. Planned to play arcade but couldn't cause I was wearing sch uni. Aww ): And oh, before I forget, yes, we play arcade everytime we go out together. Cool or what! Common interest ah. But too bad we couldnt. Haha. But thank God, at least I ended school early, so yay to me! (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time's running out and I'm only left with 2 weeks to common test. I wanna die! And Imma doze off soon. So bye (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-8116333019883121589?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/8116333019883121589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=8116333019883121589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/8116333019883121589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/8116333019883121589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-botak-man-he-looks-freaking.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7JE1A5yi4Yc/TWKAtU8aP5I/AAAAAAAAATU/4FVkg90zun0/s72-c/Photo-0173%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-26542730876537507</id><published>2011-02-20T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T20:24:31.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FUCKYEAH, MY ARMS ARE SORING LIKE SHITZZ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Its pretty ironic that I can type but when it comes to doing my homework, wah, damm pain sia. Seriously, training was crazy. God, we only had one water break that last for 5 minutes and we had to get back to training. It wasn't that hectic, like run here and there but more towards straining every parts of your muscles. There's gonna be like 3 hours of training every Saturday now since competition is like around the corner. Haiz. Gotta persevere I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Along with that, Common Test is in 2 weeks! I'm freaking dead and I got the feeling I will fail all my tests. Except for GP and Malay, I hope. Haha. Help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, perhaps, I shouldn't be on the com most of the time right? But killing your brain cells kinda suck. You kill them everday. Can't they live? Gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, I would have to stop now. I need to revise on BIOLogy. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-26542730876537507?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/26542730876537507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=26542730876537507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/26542730876537507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/26542730876537507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/02/fuckyeah-my-arms-are-soring-like-shitzz.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-7059640886355503968</id><published>2011-02-18T23:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T23:47:07.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm gonna earn like around 15 bucks soon for taking part in a quiz show xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That means I won't be broke anymore! Plus my dearest captain owes me like a zillion treats and I'm so gonna ask for one tomorrow since there will be training for 3 hours straightly, strictly on POOMSAE. Hardcore much. I'm crossing my fingers, hoping that it will be fun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So yup. Just got home from LIT Night. It awesome! Some performance were just marvelous. Haha. Reminded me of the time during Sajak. Miss those moments. Haha. I'm tired but I just dont have the mood to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Met my two most wonderful friends this morning. Its been awhile since I met them. I miss you two sia! We'll meet again soon :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have nothing much to write. I'm basically crapping. Just don't expect me to write something wise. Haha. Its not me. And I want a freaking camera. A good one at least. Gosh, my current camera is useful but I just don't like using it. Haiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay la, I guess I will stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;TRAINING TOMORROW :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-7059640886355503968?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/7059640886355503968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=7059640886355503968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7059640886355503968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7059640886355503968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-gonna-earn-like-around-15-bucks-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-7391219966789862509</id><published>2011-02-17T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T22:56:29.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's training tomorrow :D And I'm lovin' it! Yup, yup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, I dunno what to write but I feel as if I have to constantly keep updating my blog. Haha. It will go dead for sure and I don't want that to happen! :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways, my day is finally complete after hearing his voice ^^ People in love. You get what I mean. I definitely didn't cry nor shed a tear when he left. Haha. Like come on, he's only going for a few weeks and will be back? Not as if he's going forever right? Hahahaha. Fortunately, he still can call for now. I'm not sure how if he has to go overseas but after listening to him talk about what he's gonna do in the future, less likely he gets to go overseas. Haha. Yay for me! But not really sure. Couldn't really get what he was saying but one thing for sure. I will get to see him on Monday, bald. Hehe :D Can't wait. In the meantime, I should start doing my homework, revise my stuff for common test and focus on my upcoming competition. Haha. Got to keep focusing on all these stuff. Current priorities :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-7391219966789862509?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/7391219966789862509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=7391219966789862509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7391219966789862509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7391219966789862509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/02/theres-training-tomorrow-d-and-im-lovin.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-8807541875488729061</id><published>2011-02-15T22:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T22:55:09.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've changed my blogskin! Haha. Big deal much? And I've been on the com since the time I reached home. Haiz. I still have loads of things to do by the way.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gosh, I have this sudden temptation to dye my hair! Like seriously, I feel like going to a shop and get it but I know I will be dead if my parents see them. But who cares, I got to live my teenage years which only left with 2 years before I officially become an adult.Wah, that sucks. Haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, yeah. I've been shopping alone these few days. Yesterday, Popular and today, Watsons. Haha. I bought whats necessary. Bought loads of pens so that I won't run out of them. Pampered myself with whatever cool stuff I saw at Watsons and can't wait to use them. Haha. I feel like a bimbo. I finally tried getting myself a facial cleanser. Tried once just now, there wasn't much of a difference. But too soon to tell right? I bought stuff for my hair since I'm already balding. So this is a step. I wanna keep my hair long! Yes, I feel like a Bimbo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After V day, I've decided. I wont complain. I shall be very optimistic and see everything on the bright side (: And yay! There's school for me tomorrow and my homework's not done. Well done, Syaf! Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I really gotta do my work now. I still haven't wrapped my friend's bdae gift. And its almost 11. I can survive, hopefully (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-8807541875488729061?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/8807541875488729061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=8807541875488729061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/8807541875488729061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/8807541875488729061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/02/ive-changed-my-blogskin-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-6858026101185341545</id><published>2011-02-14T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T00:01:34.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been almost a month since I last blogged. So whats been happening?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I still feel like a zombie but a little better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I've been trying to catch up with my work and yes, I'm getting the hang of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Last Tuesday was the day I turned officially boyfriendless, at least for 2 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) I'm gonna turn into a nerd real soon. Not looking forward duh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) My hair is long and I have the intention of keeping it ^^ which means I have to start taking good care of it because if not, I would turn bald by the time I reach 20.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) I'm starting to develop my interest in sports which means being enthu and active when it comes to PE or trainings. FUN SIOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) I've been watching on my diet and I realised I have lost 1 KG, a week after I was on the diet. Cool or what? And also because, when the weight was taken, I just finished running 2.4. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) I realised I like random singing. So yeah, blame me if it rains at your side because maybe on the other side of the world, I might be happily singing off-tune. Teehee :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) I'm becoming more and more slower by the day, Like for example, someone said a joke about me. I was supposed to be either laughing along or angry but instead, I just looked at them and said,"Huh?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) I'm tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah. Thats about all :) I know its rather short and I actually had more to write but oh well, just be thankful that I have updated -.- Like anyone cares. Hahaha. Anyways, yes. I'm exciting for next Tuesday. Finally I get to meet him, bald. Yay! I'm so gonna look way better than him. Hahahahahah, And now, I can happily laugh at him. Revenge much? Who cares. And hearing his voice every night makes my day though. Aww.. Okay, stop the mushiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And before I go, a little note for my dear friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, do be careful in whatever you're doing. You might just be a close friend to him but you do know he's still not over you. So yup, just warning you because if she gets to know about this, I assure you that it will be hard for her to trust anyone. I have been somewhat in the same position as her but thank God, everything was okay. Its hard for me to get over it but I will try. So yeah. And I know its hard to avoid him but just try to keep minimal contact with him. I'm just stating stuff on what I think is right. In the end, its up to you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh, HAPPY V DAY! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-6858026101185341545?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/6858026101185341545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=6858026101185341545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/6858026101185341545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/6858026101185341545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-been-almost-month-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-347969073053705543</id><published>2011-01-26T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T22:16:26.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you were to ask me how am I feeling. I would say expressionless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As Im writing this right now, Im actually only moving my fingers, eyes and brain muscles/nerves. I dunno what to feel. Ive been like this for the past few days. Shagged, pissed off? I really dunno. I feel like a zombie afterall. School has been getting lot worse and Im trying my very best to catch up. But too many things going on and happening then I can't even feel the sense of urgency. I'm supposed to be doing my presentation which was due that Sunday but oh well. I dunno. I shall give myself a slap but I know I wont feel anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry, I was just ranting stuff and I feel like living on my own all of a sudden. It will be lonely but I know I will have peace. I can jump/hop around like nobody business. I can cry/shout like no one will stop you. Urgh. Its only the beginning of the year. I have a very bad start for 2011 and I seriously hope it wont for the rest of the year cause one thing for sure, my life will be screwed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ive been wanting to say this, I have said this before but I think these three words describe the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;FML.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-347969073053705543?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/347969073053705543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=347969073053705543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/347969073053705543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/347969073053705543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-you-were-to-ask-me-how-am-i-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-7572897037336248570</id><published>2011-01-04T20:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T20:52:44.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shall the first post of the year with this :) Enjoy reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;102 Things Guys need to know about Girls:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Do not cheat on a girl. We girls talk, we WILL know, and we WILL find out, and we WILL dump you! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Be aware of all your girlfriends’ guy friends, brothers, fathers, or anything. They are protective. Every single male friend we have will kick your ass if you end up hurting her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Never ever miss an opportunity to tell her that she’s beautiful. We girls love that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. If she slapped you hard, you probably deserved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Do not be afraid of holding her. If she’s going out with you in the first place, it’s obvious that she likes you and wants to be in your arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Every girl should eventually get three things from her boyfriend -- a stuffed animal, one of his sweatshirts or hoodie’s, and a really pretty piece of jewelry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Make sure she gets home safely as often as you can. If you're dropping her off, walk her to the door. If you aren't dropping her off, call to be sure she's home safely. We think that’s really cute and sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. If a guy is bothering your girlfriend, it is your right to beat the sh!t out of him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. If you're talking to a female friend of yours, pull your girlfriend closer. It’ll make her feel secure that you love her more than the other girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Never ever slap her, even if it's just in a joking way. Even if she swats you first, and says, "Oh, you're so dumb" or something, never make any gestures back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Go along with her to a chick flick once in a while. She doesn't care whether you enjoy it or not, it just matters that you went with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. If you're officially dating, and you're introducing her to your friends, you'd better damn well introduce her as your girlfriend. Or else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. Girls are fragile. Even if you're play fighting/wrestling, be very gentle. Let her win once in a while. (^^)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. Memorize your girlfriend’s birthday. You forget her birthday and you're basically screwed for life. Not gonna lie. (Agree!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Don't drench yourself in the cologne, but smell good. (Cough!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. You don’t have to spend a million dollars on the Birthday/Christmas/Valentine gift. It doesn't have to be expensive, or cost anything but it has to be meaningful. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. Don’t ever lie to us; we always find out.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Don’t say you understand when you don’t. That’s bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Remember: Girls are pretty, but yours is the Prettiest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Saying something sweet might get you off the hook; but doing something sweet will always get you off the hook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. Size does matter, but only to hoes; not girls that want relationships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. No matter what you say, your ex-girlfriend is a hoe. Don’t bother trying to convince us otherwise, that is a bad idea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;23. It’s good to be sensitive, to a point.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. If you did something wrong, apologize. Even if you didn’t, do it anyway.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. You did something bad. I seem cool with it. I'm not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;26. We are self-conscious by nature; we can’t help it. Let it be.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. We don’t shave our legs every day so just get over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;28. Shave your face, no matter how cool you think your goatee or beard or mustache looks, we probably hate it. We like you clean shaven. (Pretty please?)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. Show off a little, we think it’s cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. You are our boyfriend, our man, our protector, whether you know it or not, you are; act like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31. You are cute in raglan-sleeved T-shirts (two-toned baseball undershirts).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;32. We love it when you hug us from behind and whisper in our ear.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;33. "Fine" is NEVER an appropriate response when I ask you how I look. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34. Most of the time when I fantasize, it's about you. Don’t obsess over that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;35. I expect you to call me. If you don’t, you go down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;36. I'm more forgiving of you than I really should be. Don’t you dare take advantage of that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;37. When I compare my flabby tummy to a kangaroo pouch, say nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;38. You look hot in hooded clothing items. Always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;39. You should never tell a girl what to do. Ever.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40. Any decent man will ask a girl out to her face. I mean; if you aren’t man enough to ask us out to our face, who says youre gonna be man enough to our boyfriend at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;41. Girls are very impressed when you ask them for advice. Unless its about another girl. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;42. I'm unimpressed with a man who doesn't take the lead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;43. When in doubt, go with the shirt that matches your eye color. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;44. You're sexy when you're shaving, fixing things, wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, driving, eating a peach, holding a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;45. Girls need to hear how you feel about them. Often. Tell her now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;46. A girl wants to be the best thing that ever happened to you--and for you to recognize this and tell her. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;47. If she’s not feeling loved, she will start looking.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;48. We like it when you tell us what you're thinking, even if you don't know yourself. It’s cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;49. It's cheating as soon as you're doing something with her that you wouldn't want me to see, hear, read... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;50. For the record: I'd rather you break up with me than cheat. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;51. We can fall in love with you without really knowing you, if you are an @ss, we will find out, and we will get over it. Fast. Don't ruin it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;52. You like her, make a move. Don’t just sit there, you will fail, and you won’t get her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;53. Baseball players are hot. The sport makes you skinny and your arm muscles… well, it’s hot. We’ll go to all your games even if we hate baseball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;54. When you compliment us, we aren't sure how to accept the compliment without leading you on or reject the compliment without hurting you. So just bear with us here&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;55. WE HATE BEING LED ON! If you think it's bad being led on by a girl, try being led on by a guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;56. We like it when guys are willing to have an actual relationship, not just a one-night stand. Most girls don't like pimps or players, just guys who like ONE girl only.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;57. But don't be obssessive. Major turn-off.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;58. Call sometimes, just to say hi, not for a certain reason. When we see your number on caller ID, our heart always skips a beat. Try calling just to say good night, or good morning, its soo adorable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;59. BE HONEST!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;60. Don't ONLY tell us what we want to hear. We HATE that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;61. At sleepovers, if you wonder what we talk about, quit worrying. It really is only you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;62. If you catch us staring, it is most likely because we're spacing out, not because we really stare at you. Unless we smile when you notice. Then you either look really hot, or we like you. (Haha. Just don’t perasan!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;63. We like it when you hold us when we're crying. It's good to feel loved and safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;64. Don't go to our friends to talk about us. Come straight to us.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;65. Don't tell us you love us unless you are positive you mean it. If we don't say it back, it's just that we really want to mean it when we say it. Don't say it right away, then it shows lack of commitment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;66. We like our hands to be held and our waists to be touched.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;67. We like you to kiss our hand and cheeks and forehead (esp. forehead!!), not just shove your tongue down our throats. We do like to breathe.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;68. We like it when you're tender, but don't lose your masculinity.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;69. Do chivalrous things when we least expect it (eg. holding doors for us).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;70. As surprising as it may be, while guys might actually look at personality, the first thing girls look at tends to be looks. We're not going to see you and think, 'I wonder what his personality is like!' Terrible, but true. (Really?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;71. If we love you, and you’re hurt on the basketball court, rolling on the floor in pain; we’re hurting more just watching you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;72. We LOVE it when you get nervous around us. It's adorable! Don't think you have to be Mr. Cool Guy all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;73. Don't play hard to get. We’ll get bored and move on.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;74. If you don't call us, then we will spend hours thinking about why you never called, and we will waste a lot of time thinking about it, eventually coming to the conclusion that we don't like you anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;75. We lost interest quickly if you lead us on but never take action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;76. We might seem to flirt a lot, but a girl always thinks about the one guy she really likes right before she falls asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;77. When a girl likes a guy, she subconsciously gives him a song that makes her think of him every time she hears it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;78. If guys do the same as girls do in #77, tell her what song reminds you of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;79. Randomly compliment girls in conversations. If you're talking about sports, be like "Oh, by the way, that shirt really made your eyes look green today." It totally throws us off, and we love it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;80. Ask us about how we're doing once in a while, and at least pretend to be interested.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;81. If we're not talking to you, we secretly want you to talk to us first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;82. Play with our hair without being like a gay hairstylist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;83. We get really happy when you show any sign of interest. Don't just do it and then never do it again. Bad bad bad…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;84. Keep up the conversation on IM and phones and in person! Don't be awkward. That’s bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;85. We will always feel bad if we don't like you back. Not all girls are b!tches, no matter what you may think. We hate to reject you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;86. Ok, so some girls are b!tches and they like rejecting boys, but the people who wrote this group are not. better?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;87. If we say "Let's just be friends", we really mean it. Don't keep trying to pursue us, and don't say ok and then ignore us. That's just mean and horrible.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;88. It's adorable when a best guy friend who a girl has thought about liking confesses he likes her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;89. If you’re single, find the one girl who’s always there on the sidelines at your football game, or at each of your concerts, all your baseball games. She loves you. Her excuse may be that she’s there for her brother, but she’s really there for you. (Yes! Stop pretending like you don’t know please.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;90. After you find that girl, smile at her once in a while, it’ll mean the world to her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;91. Get to know her, you’ll make her year first of all, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll end up liking her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;92. Not all blondes are b!tches. Some are cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;93. Not all blondes are sluts. Some have morals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;94. In your mind, give every girl a chance. Each one deserves at least one.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;95. Girls fantasize too, its just not always about sex.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;96. We girls give you guys code names so that you don’t know that we’re talking about you. (Can I laugh? HAHAHA. So true!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;97. If you’re jealous, it may suck for you, but we think it’s attractive if you really care that much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;98. If a girl blushes when you talk to her, she either likes you or she's embarrassed by what you're saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;99. Girls don’t really write your name on a piece of paper a million times if they like you, that’s a myth…… sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;100. If a girl really likes you, just seeing you will make her day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;101. Even if you aren’t all that cute, and we like you, we think you’re hot. Don’t take advantage of that, take pride in that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;102. Every time you smile at us, it may mean only a little to you, but it means the world to us. Don't take the little things for granted&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-7572897037336248570?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/7572897037336248570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=7572897037336248570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7572897037336248570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7572897037336248570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-shall-first-post-of-year-with-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-8276471667337216940</id><published>2010-12-24T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T22:51:26.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My voice isn't that bad, you know? Hahaha. Kidding! I've been wasting my time going to online karaokes and sing -.- No life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my day was the 'Today I dont feel like doing anything' mood. Slacked all the way and watch Hindi movies. 3 Idiots followed be Pyaar Impossible. Sucha nice stories and their songs are not that bad. Pyaar Impossible is a must watch. The hero is freaking cute but nerdy. Haha. So yup. Money gone to waste by just renting dvds. Tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I'm supposed to be doing my Malay but urgh, I keep wanting to procastinate. Doing Malay, for me, will never come to an end. I still have my Chem and GP. Maths must complete by tomorrow. Got a study session with bro and him :) I think its still on. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next week gonna be an exciting week. 2 more weeks to go and school's gonna start. Too bad for my brothers, they only have a week. Muahahahaha. Fun or what. Okay la, I wanna continue with my Malay. I will have fun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-8276471667337216940?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/8276471667337216940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=8276471667337216940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/8276471667337216940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/8276471667337216940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-voice-isnt-that-bad-you-know-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-5074461191015510530</id><published>2010-12-24T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T01:15:57.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe it happened. Now, my family is talking about it as if they have accept the fact that I'm with someone :) Funny right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday, which was 23rd Dec, my brother Syafiq decided to join Hazim and his friend, Saiful for a swim at Bedok. Well, Hazim invited him of course so Syafiq accepted it. That very morning, I had to go school to collect my Sastera book which I've left in my locker. For that freaking book, I had to go all the way to Serangoon you know. Haiz. So yup, sent Syafiq to meet them and had breakfast with the 3 of them. It was weird at first but you know guys, they can get along easily. After that I had to go off and decided to meet them at Parkway. They just realised that Bedok Swimming Complex only open at 2.30 on Thursday. Since they cant possibly swim, they went to Parkway to play arcade and a game of pool. I managed to join them for pool and it was fun! Haha. I wonder what they did in the arcade before but I'm pretty sure they had fun. After pool, they decided to go to Tampines to swim instead. I couldnt possibly join them because there wont be anyone taking care of Sufi since Syafiq's out. Something happened before we boarded the bus and woah, what a panic. Thankfully, everything was settled. While I headed home, the 3 of them had fun in the pool. I wished I was a guy and could join them. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum know I was with Syafiq but was surprised that I was home first. Funny thing was, she also knew Syafiq was with Hazim. Haha. For that, I had to thank Sufi. He just had to spill everything out. Haiz. Blessing in disguise huh? Guess what happened. While we were having supper just now, Mum asked Syafiq how was it hanging out with Hazim and what he was doing and all. It was funny and even dad got confused with his name. Instead of Hazim, it turned out to be other guy's name. Thats my dad. Haha. I hope it will last long and along with that, I really gotta work extra hard and ace my A's :) I screwed my O's and I'm not gonna let it happen again. Insya Allah, everything will be fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now is already 1. I gotta wake up early to wake Syafiq up. He's gonna join them again to the gym :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-5074461191015510530?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/5074461191015510530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=5074461191015510530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/5074461191015510530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/5074461191015510530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-cant-believe-it-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-1530594811919490506</id><published>2010-12-22T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T22:43:50.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So many things to say/do, yet so little time to accomplish all those things. Oh well, thats life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I realised I've been neglecting this blog. Even though the thought of deleting it does come across my mind at times but nah, I've spent about 2 years ranting about stuff, crap most of them. So, let it survive on its own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okie dokie. I still need to submit my part of the CIP proposal to my cap by 12 and I haven't start on anything yet. After that, it won't be such a bliss. I still havent complete my notes on that 6 chapters of my Sastera book. Haiz. What a life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ciao everyone and Goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-1530594811919490506?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/1530594811919490506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=1530594811919490506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/1530594811919490506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/1530594811919490506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-many-things-to-saydo-yet-so-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-4847603268102487890</id><published>2010-10-25T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T23:18:20.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cikgu N: Syafiqah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: Ye?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cikgu N: Retest eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: A'ah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cikgu N: Apela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A very weird conversation indeed. I bet he thought I was a smart student. Haha. Yeah, right. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And okay, I'm tired. Of EVERYTHING.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I have to get back to studying, just to ace my retest so that I can get promoted but on the other hand, lotsa things needed to be done in sucha short period of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OP is in 2 weeks time and I can bet the 3 other classes under her gonna suffer like hell. I'm prepared and can't be bothered. Wanna get over and done with PW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Lao Cai thingy is driving me crazy too. So many things to discuss and Im sucha bad leader. Haha. There's rehearsal tomorrow and we havent even try the performance once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TKD won't be as fun as last time. We're changing coach to a male and a stricter one. And the change is because we want TKD to be known -.- Definitely not our idea. We can't even be bothered. As long as we have fun, we're fine with that. All thanks to MoJojo. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least, I end school at 7 everyday! It sucks la please. I shouldnt have screwed my promos cause I only need 2 freaking points to get promoted. Haiz. No point regretting, so here I come Retest :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And dont worry friend, not the end of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-4847603268102487890?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/4847603268102487890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=4847603268102487890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/4847603268102487890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/4847603268102487890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/10/cikgu-n-syafiqah-me-ye-cikgu-n-retest.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-4063153446613592380</id><published>2010-10-12T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T22:14:00.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k1llr3JBN2s/TLRmF5OJRnI/AAAAAAAAATE/YU3lFzc5XcQ/s1600/Picture0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k1llr3JBN2s/TLRmF5OJRnI/AAAAAAAAATE/YU3lFzc5XcQ/s320/Picture0010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527154894135969394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Such an ugly photo but who cares? Uglykan jelah the photo. Hahaha. And yup, yup. Thats him :) I dunno why but just feel like inserting this photo in this post ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ive been feeling kinda crappy these few days and I bet its gonna stretch till the whole week of next week. Why not? Im gonna get my results real soon and I think the Spirit of the Phoenix has open its door for me. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But what exactly is Spirit of the Phoenix if you're wondering? Well, its actually a program or a term we called the retainees or in short SP students. Get the hint now? Haha. But touch wood. I hope I can still get promoted. Insya Allah :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, there's a reason why I'm talking about it. Im actually still pissed off especially after some people compare his/her smartness with the sec school he/she came from. Like excuse me, so what? Your smartness is not equals to &lt;i&gt;k,&lt;/i&gt; which is a constant. It fluctuates. Frankly speaking, I'm getting dumber by the day. Haiz. And I think if there's more time given and I do not waste those time, I think I can do better. No point regretting and its all up to Him right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This whole week is going through papers and urgh, not good. No hope for Chem. I will be happy if I get an S. Malay and GP, hmmm, there's hope I guess. Left with Bio and Maths. Damm scared. Haha. Hope everything turns out well. Pray hard for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And okay, this thought suddenly strikes me. Im gonna get 3 JABS soooonn!! Oh no, I cannot imagine myself going through 3 jabs at the same time. Going Vietnam so yup. But 3?? Urgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;FML.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-4063153446613592380?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/4063153446613592380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=4063153446613592380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/4063153446613592380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/4063153446613592380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/10/such-ugly-photo-but-who-cares-uglykan.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k1llr3JBN2s/TLRmF5OJRnI/AAAAAAAAATE/YU3lFzc5XcQ/s72-c/Picture0010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-3842526825363038783</id><published>2010-10-03T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T22:30:07.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was doing some doing some MCQs question when I received a msg that says,"Read my blog! :)" Seriously thought it was urgent but then.. Sucker la you Bai.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But its okay to waste a few minutes of my time reading the post which I found it sweet. Aww.. I have been missed :) Hahaha. And im still alive and im not ditching you la Bai. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know la. Those memories cant be forgotten. Haha. You and Arina la. But anyways, yes, I still have those disadvantages but aiya, life has to move one. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I MISS YOU TOO LA. Okay, okay. I'll see you soon :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-3842526825363038783?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/3842526825363038783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=3842526825363038783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/3842526825363038783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/3842526825363038783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-was-doing-some-doing-some-mcqs.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-4777171672471064031</id><published>2010-09-15T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T11:48:57.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, Im supposed to be doing my CIP draft but I decided that it can be wait. Procastinate, as usual, even though Im gonna have the meeting later at 3.30. -.- SCREWED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a LOOOOOONGG time since I last bloghopped or even updates my blog. Busy with school stuff and I fear that I will retain. Haiz. Anyways, I had nothing better to do just now so I decided to visit some blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for not tagging. Theres something wrong with my phone. Haha. Okay, so I went to my dearest friend 's blog. And yes, Bai. I miss sec sch moments too. Its the best but also the worst. Haha. Blame myself for not doing well. Haiz. Oh well. If only theres like a rewind button where we can play it over and over again, I will definitely watch it like infinite times. Hahaha. It was fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promos less that 2 weeks and Im having butterflies in my stomach. Its worse than O levels, trust me. Urgh. The thought of getting retained sucks but im not doing anything. I seriously gotta stop spending too much time on projects which are due at the end of the year. No, not talking about pw. Haha. Im going Lao Cai at the end of the year and we have to prepare 4 presentations, kinda. Haiz. Its taking up so much of my time. Plus the training was woah. Worse than TKD training. 70 times, up and down the stairs and 4 km run after that. I almost died. I dunno how I will survive but pray for me I will be okay, over there, on top of the tallest mountain there in Vietnam. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going Universal Studio this Friday for YOG volunteers. There's gonna be a party but Im not looking forward to it though cause the next day, I have volunteery work for skipping the Principal's talk despite having a Parent's letter. Okay, I know my bad. And not just that, Ive got a Letter of Warning which is equivalent to the red booking slip we had in tK. Haha. Its bad and the only way to redeem myself is through that volunteery work. Haiz. My 5 hours will be gone just like that. But its better than having to go for Lao Cai training, trekking from Macritchie to Bukit Timah on that very same day. Haha. Im lucky though ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, lessons gonna start soon and its PW. Yay! Haha. Cool or what. Haha. Bye then :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-4777171672471064031?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/4777171672471064031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=4777171672471064031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/4777171672471064031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/4777171672471064031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/09/okay-im-supposed-to-be-doing-my-cip.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-648499631913108917</id><published>2010-09-03T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T14:13:07.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE PURPLE :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-648499631913108917?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/648499631913108917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=648499631913108917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/648499631913108917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/648499631913108917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-love-purple.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-8380779466906658580</id><published>2010-08-31T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T16:19:54.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, I get to be home early. Haha. And I'm supposed to be doing my pw but instead ... You get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY! :) I'm feeling very random right now. Just got back from meeting my 2 most awesome friends. Haha. Well, at least that half an hour somehow made my day. Teacher's Day celebration in SR was kinda interesting but rather short. Had Chem Spa after that which was exactly the same except that I still couldnt do the energy cycle. So yeah. Aiya, nevermind la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm bored. I dunno what to do now. Im listening to Maher Zain. His songs are amazing. Especially during this fasting month. Instead of listening to those songs, try to listen to his songs :) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, im done for now. I shall try and do something productive. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-8380779466906658580?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/8380779466906658580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=8380779466906658580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/8380779466906658580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/8380779466906658580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/08/finally-i-get-to-be-home-early.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-1144057715498623306</id><published>2010-08-28T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T21:28:20.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I promise I will post everyday once Promos are over :) Seriously, Ive never been so busy ever in my whole entire life and yes, its true. If you dont wanna have a life, go JC. Haha. No kidding. Maybe a little? But the rest, is all up to each individual. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promos in 4 weeks time and Im still not prepared. With Hari Raya coming up, its crazy. Thank goodness YOG's over but I will definitely miss the fun which made me realised that I do have a life afterall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I go MIA, I would really like to apologise to these few people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry to my dearest friends, Nur Baizurah, Nur Arina Liyana, Nurul Asyiqin and the others. You know you are.  Im sucha bad friend, I know. I was busy with other stuff that I couldn't attend to all the gatherings that happened all this while. Yes, it has been awhile since I last met all of you and I miss all of you. If there's an opportunity, only God knows when, we will meet. You guys have been such a good friends and I miss having all of you by my side. Okay Syaf, stop being so emotional. Haha. Well, I wish you guys all the best for Promos and as for Syiq, work hard in Poly and try to make it to the Uni ^^ Insya Allah, we will get to be in the same Uni :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yup. I gotta go for now. If I have the time, I will blog again :) PW's killing me and I have a meeting in a few minutes time on MSN. Haha. Hopefully its productive :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-1144057715498623306?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/1144057715498623306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=1144057715498623306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/1144057715498623306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/1144057715498623306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-promise-i-will-post-everyday-once.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-3680959795394551300</id><published>2010-07-05T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T21:00:27.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I need to keep this blog alive since I have no intention of deleting it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what? I'm blind right now because my bro stole my specs while he's out to get his specs repaired. Im still using the com like nobody's business. And i know its not good for the eyes but aiya, do i really bother? Haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, Ive not been updating because I realised I have way too many things to settle. Holidays homework are somewhat done even though a week of school has passed. EOM makes me an EMO. Like seriously. I did two full eom of two different articles which I wasnt supposed to do. Well, its entirely the teacher's fault. Her instructions weren't clear so almost 3/4 of my class did the entire eoms. Haiz, And guess what? Both got rejected. LIKE WTH!! I felt like killing myself. Now Im supposed to be doing another set of an eom. But before I can start on it, I need my specs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first week of school was rather hectic. PE was woah, a nightmare. Had to run 5 km. (I ran 3 km and the other 2 km I walked. Tiring okay!) Aiya. I think by the end of the year, if I still dont lose weight, I dunno what to say already. Haha. And guess what? 5 km again tomorrow! Urgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally, my specs is back. I have to do my eom. Okay, ciao. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-3680959795394551300?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/3680959795394551300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=3680959795394551300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/3680959795394551300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/3680959795394551300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/07/okay-i-need-to-keep-this-blog-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-4345435328089306911</id><published>2010-06-19T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T22:24:59.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;HEEEELLLLLOOOOOO!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHA. Yes! My blog was dead for a moment but i suddenly decide to revive it back :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;COME ON BACK, BLOGGER!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, lots of things have happened. If i were to write it here, it will definitely take forever. Haha. Hence, I have decided to just summarise things up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) &lt;b&gt;MID YEARS OVER FOR ME&lt;/b&gt; :D But I screwed it up. Haha. Gotten back results already except GP. I'm prepared to get a U for it. Heck care la. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Had a clique outing on Tuesday but it turned out to be a Surprise Advanced Birthday Party for me. Haha. I had a GREAT TIME with you all. Love you :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I represented my school for Bahas 4 PM. Like wth right? We won only 1 round. And it was tiring okay? Haha. Who wouldnt be mentally exhausted when you had to prepare like 4 scripts within 2 days and they would not give you your role until the day itself? Wait, thats not 4 but 8! Haiz. Im glad its over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Im gonna turn &lt;b&gt;SWEET 17&lt;/b&gt; soon :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)Did I tell you I'm in Tkd EXCO? Yes, and I have 2 positions. Treasurer cum Secretary. I wouldnt be surprised if I were to get a scolding from Joe Lim for not doing my job properly. I still have my 1 month delayed reports to be done. Haiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Screw PW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) I've been eating like alot and I've not been running. So yeah. I've gain like at least 2 kg? Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Homework still not done. Shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) I'm not prepared for school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) Lastly, I've found someone to shower me love and pamper me as well :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, yup. Im lovin my life but Im kinda scared for the future. I dont wanna retain. Haiz :( I wanna do well and make up for my O's. Stupid O's. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have 3 days left to finish up all my work and then, I can have fun on my Birthday :) TKD Chalet on Thursday, Training on Friday and Paintball on Saturday. Cool or what? Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for now, I shall be patient and wait for someone to be back from Malacca. My phone has been silent and it bores me. Haiz. Come back quick, dear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh no, I still need to finish up my work. Okay, got to go now. Seriously, no life. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-4345435328089306911?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/4345435328089306911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=4345435328089306911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/4345435328089306911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/4345435328089306911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/06/heeeellllloooooo-hahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-899902013865685773</id><published>2010-05-22T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T21:12:28.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday TKD Competition was FUN :) Even though we didnt win anything, but oh well, when there's cameras and fun people to take pics with, definitely an amazing time. Haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite the fact that we didn't win anything, all of us were very optimistic. We stayed on and watch the other schools performed and learnt from our mistakes. We had fun taking pics, making fun of everyone especially me. Haha. It felt as if yesterday wasnt like a competition afterall. But we will make sure we'll bring at least a bronze medal next time. Haha. Gosh, I love SR TKD ttm. Everything from the people to the training :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It ended at 6.00 and it was already late so had to go home. Wanted to drop by TKG for the Installation but I dont think I would made it in time. But I had a nice company home. Thank you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, shoot. I still have a few papers left for mid years. Dammit la. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-899902013865685773?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/899902013865685773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=899902013865685773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/899902013865685773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/899902013865685773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/05/yesterday-tkd-competition-was-fun-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-195502314935874832</id><published>2010-05-03T09:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T09:56:49.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, I see new clothes in my wardrobe. -.- HAHA.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since Mum started at this FREAKING COOL shopping mall (Sorry for the exaggeration. Haha.), she has been telling me all sorts of sale going on there and of course, I was jealous. Seriously, I couldnt stand it and decided to go there yesterday with Mum and Sufi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And since I've been doing so many PIs and editing it, I guess lesson learnt from every situation matters. So I have come out with some lesson learnt from yesterday's experience. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson Learnt No. 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I need to find a husband who loves to shop too because apparently, my dad doesn't. His face was really indescribable when I mentioned the word 'shopping'. He decided to leave us halfway and went home. Hahaha. It was epic but oh well, at least I get to satisfy my craving to shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson Learnt No. 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The next time I go shopping for clothes, I have to stop choosing Blue or Purple coloured stuffs. I need brightly coloured stuff, like seriously. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson Learnt No. 3 (The last one)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Check the size before you regret. There was this blue top which I thought was size 12 but instead it was meant for a 12 years old. Gosh. I dint realise it till I reached home and went to check. Thank goodness, it fits me perfectly but was tight at the bottom. Mind you, my butt is bigger than a 12 years old! Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But on the brighter side, new clothes! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-195502314935874832?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/195502314935874832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=195502314935874832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/195502314935874832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/195502314935874832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/05/finally-i-see-new-clothes-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-4390266135297608860</id><published>2010-04-30T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T00:43:17.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since Im bored, let me reply to the tags which is not so many.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bai: Hahaha. Thats a line from my school song. SRJC All For You. Im serious. And yup, it does remind me of Sheng Siong All For You. Hahaha. They copycat my school one la. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KAKAK: Yup, yup. Tu dulu. Oh well, everyone has to go one day :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atiqah: Oh haha. I told you already. He cant be 34. And I've edited. He's 27, confirm :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farizah: Hahaha. Omg, Farizah. You're so cute and funny! :D Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Done. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this week so far sucks except Wed. I love my CCA and the people. :) Haha. Okay, so it sucks mainly because of PW! Gosh, I cant believe that I only had 2 hours of sleep on Wednesday and I ended up getting caught by my Maths teacher for sleeping during tutorial. Haiz. Thought that will never happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its already 12.40 am now and its a Friday! Haha. I still cant sleep early because I still have my GP essay to complete plus Maths tutorials. Haiz. And I was on the com since just now because of PW. -.- Cant be bothered about it already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-4390266135297608860?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/4390266135297608860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=4390266135297608860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/4390266135297608860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/4390266135297608860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/04/since-im-bored-let-me-reply-to-tags.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-1771786651715161042</id><published>2010-04-26T00:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T01:32:02.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WOOHOO! :D I LOVE WEEK 5!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got GOLD for NAPFA! The first in 3 years (I had Gold in Sec 1 but eventually, I started failing my 2.4. So yeah. Hehe.) I was so proud of myself. I cant believe I made it. 15.14 mins for 2.4. AMAZING SIA! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was on Wednesday. On friday, we had no school! But instead, we had to go for some concert in school performed by a group of our students. It was known as College Day. Supposedly to be a musical but I didnt see any link. Quite interesting but I must really appreciate those who performed. They had to go for so many rehearsals and skipping so many lessons because of this! Haha. So yeah, KUDOS to them. And oh besides the fun, some of us were late. So we had to see the DM after the whole thing and it was such a waste of time when we could actually use the time to camwhore. Hahaha. We took very little pictures. Aiya. Nevermind. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k1llr3JBN2s/S9R92NbppxI/AAAAAAAAASk/dZfK-X3-qY8/s1600/26583_389448463107_593888107_4016766_6285784_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k1llr3JBN2s/S9R92NbppxI/AAAAAAAAASk/dZfK-X3-qY8/s320/26583_389448463107_593888107_4016766_6285784_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464130618179299090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k1llr3JBN2s/S9R-FFoutCI/AAAAAAAAASs/cLq9olWifSM/s1600/26583_389448428107_593888107_4016762_5440211_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k1llr3JBN2s/S9R-FFoutCI/AAAAAAAAASs/cLq9olWifSM/s320/26583_389448428107_593888107_4016762_5440211_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464130873784710178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess how old is he? He's &lt;s&gt;34&lt;/s&gt;27 and married. Haha. But still cute right? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today was GRADING DAY for TKD! Hahaha. It was super cool to be wearing that Gi but I felt quite intimidated la because Im still a white belter and there were so many freaking small kids with blue, green belts. Like wth man. Haha. Its okay, wait till I wear that coloured belt. Haha. It was nerve-wrecking. But fortunately, everything went well for my Detail. So yup. Hopefully I can get double promoted which is impossible. Haha. Its okay. Now, I have to freaking remember my pattern for the competition in May. :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k1llr3JBN2s/S9R-cLDERLI/AAAAAAAAAS0/d2eq50HainM/s1600/24376_1117531594193_1704094111_214802_891192_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k1llr3JBN2s/S9R-cLDERLI/AAAAAAAAAS0/d2eq50HainM/s320/24376_1117531594193_1704094111_214802_891192_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464131270374343858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yup! Thats what been happening lately. And oh, my hair has grown and I've been asking people what I should do with my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Should I cut my hair?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No, keep it long. My hair is shorter." -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Should I tie my hair?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No, you will look weird."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Should I clip up my hair?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Gives me that NO look.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really dunno what to do with my hair. Haiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-1771786651715161042?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/1771786651715161042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=1771786651715161042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/1771786651715161042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/1771786651715161042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/04/woohoo-d-i-love-week-5-ive-got-gold-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k1llr3JBN2s/S9R92NbppxI/AAAAAAAAASk/dZfK-X3-qY8/s72-c/26583_389448463107_593888107_4016766_6285784_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-3100992014923583034</id><published>2010-04-18T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T17:14:21.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know it has been a long time since I blogged but as for today, I really have to blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't do work in peace ever since I got to know that my All-Time Favourite Malay Boyband's Vocalist, Achik Spin had passed away in a car accident yesterday afternoon. He died on the spot. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The news was really sudden. Im really sad and devastated. I didnt expect him to go suddenly. He was like my idol and yes, I seriously had a major crush on him during my primary school years and I was such a No. 1 fan to the extent of forcing my dad to get his album and memorizing all his songs in just a day. He had such a melodious voice, kinda unique to me. (Im listening to his songs now. :( Im so emotional.) Oh well, everyone has to go one day and maybe its fated for him to die at such a young age, leaving behind a wife and 2 young daughters. Its even harder for them to accept it and I pray that they are strong enough to go through this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I have to stop before I start to tear again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Al-Fatihah for Achik Spin. Semoga rohnya dicucuri rahmat. Amin..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-3100992014923583034?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/3100992014923583034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=3100992014923583034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/3100992014923583034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/3100992014923583034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-know-it-has-been-long-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-1737319863285498614</id><published>2010-03-31T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T01:11:50.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG! I had a freaky dream last night.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mum was PREGNANT, with a girl! Thank goodness it was a dream because I dont want to have anymore adiks. Urgh. 2 is more than enough. Haha. I hope it will never come true because I still think its possible for my mum to get pregnant since shes only 38 this year? Haha. But no way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh, finally. I've finished my draft 1 for PW. Yay me! Haha. Okay, I have to mug for Maths soon. Lecture Test tomorrow!! :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-1737319863285498614?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/1737319863285498614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=1737319863285498614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/1737319863285498614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/1737319863285498614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/03/omg-i-had-freaky-dream-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-4331728938883445306</id><published>2010-03-29T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T20:58:57.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello People! :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A short summary of what has been happening lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. PW's questions out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I failed all my Maths pop quizzes plus bio and GP. SRJC all for U! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I had 4 slices of pizzas on Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I love PT during CCA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. My social network has started to widen. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I've sunburnt on my nose and gotten darker during the weekends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I've become a total PURPLE freak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. My hair has grown longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Mugging is my new hobby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. My freedom just got snatched away because Mum has gotten herself a job and I have to be home asap to take care of my 7 years old brother which also include Saturday. Dammit. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've survived. :) But with no freedom. Haiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-4331728938883445306?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/4331728938883445306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=4331728938883445306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/4331728938883445306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/4331728938883445306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-people-short-summary-of-what-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-8560540991541995360</id><published>2010-03-18T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:40:22.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally stayed at home today which was a total bore and a waste of time because I ended up slacking and taking a 3 hour nap. -.- Plan to finish up APGP failed because I have no idea how to do it. It really sucks. Thats it. Im going for consultation on Monday. I still have GP to finish up and Malay Project to research on. And TADA! Im done. So gonna ditch Maths. Haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I have to watch tv now. Haha. So not needed, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-8560540991541995360?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/8560540991541995360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=8560540991541995360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/8560540991541995360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/8560540991541995360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-finally-stayed-at-home-today-which.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-1655652924305012498</id><published>2010-03-16T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T23:42:40.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k1llr3JBN2s/S5-eYoMHwEI/AAAAAAAAASU/S8dBbtxIv5Y/s1600-h/The+Foursome.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k1llr3JBN2s/S5-eYoMHwEI/AAAAAAAAASU/S8dBbtxIv5Y/s320/The+Foursome.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449248220083896386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k1llr3JBN2s/S5-frDNR3FI/AAAAAAAAASc/55saJTB2xYE/s1600-h/The+Foursome2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k1llr3JBN2s/S5-frDNR3FI/AAAAAAAAASc/55saJTB2xYE/s320/The+Foursome2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449249636085783634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was AWESOME! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, besides the fact that I was late for lesson. Haha. And two hours of Chem seemed so long. Everyone was hungry la please. Fortunately, I didnt have any lesson after that which was a relief. While most of my CG mates went for Econs, Ziq and I went to take our own sweet time to eat. Haha. I went to study afterwards since I had like almost an hour to spare before I left for Bugis. Got distracted at the end due to the sound of music. Haha. But it was nice la. Cant wait for College Day! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Made my way to Bugis which took half an hour. Not bad la right? So yup and met Bai and Arina. Haha. It has been awhile though. Walked to National Lib and waited for Syiq at some cafe. Yup, and thats when all the fun started. Haha. Ate at Swensens :) Thanks Syiq! Sorry, I know Im quite useless. Next time la kay guys? I will make sure I will stick to you guys and not leave halfway. Haha. And oh, I LOVE YOU GUYS! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But then, I didnt go home straight. I met Mum and Sufi at airport. Haha. They were having picnic la please. I was so shocked to see my mum sitting ON THE FLOOR, not wearing slippers. Best, I know. Haha. Sat for abut 30 mins and off to Tampines where we went to walk around and I was only home at 8.15 pm. Haha. Im so tired la please. I still need to do my Malay Project! Urgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, I seriously need to do my research now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Stop, Syafiqah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-1655652924305012498?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/1655652924305012498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=1655652924305012498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/1655652924305012498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/1655652924305012498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-was-awesome-d-okay-besides-fact.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k1llr3JBN2s/S5-eYoMHwEI/AAAAAAAAASU/S8dBbtxIv5Y/s72-c/The+Foursome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-880189192680633043</id><published>2010-03-15T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T23:16:39.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k1llr3JBN2s/S55Om_g-kEI/AAAAAAAAASM/K7UoZFBknjw/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k1llr3JBN2s/S55Om_g-kEI/AAAAAAAAASM/K7UoZFBknjw/s320/Picture+031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448879030956625986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Goodnight, Kakak."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Goodnight, Adik."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I love you, Kakak."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I love you, Adik."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Goodbye, Kakak."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Goodbye, Adik."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"See you tomorrow, Kakak."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See you tomorrow, Adik."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the list goes on till he fell asleep. Haha. It happens every night, fyi. Thats my brother. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-880189192680633043?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/880189192680633043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=880189192680633043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/880189192680633043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/880189192680633043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/03/goodnight-kakak.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k1llr3JBN2s/S55Om_g-kEI/AAAAAAAAASM/K7UoZFBknjw/s72-c/Picture+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-7318806786500251107</id><published>2010-03-15T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T23:25:56.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I realized that it has been awhile since I last blogged! Haha, Cool kepe?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyways, yes. I have school during this March Hols. Like what? But okayla, I prefer going to school. At least I wont feel bored. Haha. I get to see people and disturb them. So fun!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There was Maths lesson today and guess what? There was a POP QUIZ! I so wasn’t prepared but oh well, I gotta try it at least. Haha. I spent 5 mins doing part (a) and (b) which was considered fast and spent another 5 mins, staring at people’s papers, wondering how to do part (c). Haha. At the end of the whole 10 mins, I realized I didn’t even attempt anything for part (c). Haha. What a pro!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some of us went to eat after that since all of us were freaking hungry. I bought Nasi Lemak at Kovan which cost only 2 bucks! Damm cheap right? And its a lot. Haha. We went to Popular and that was when I realised its been awhile since I stepped into Popular. Yup, we parted ways after that. I went to Qiji to meet this particular person to study in school. Haha. It was quite productive I must say and had fun laughing at those kentalan videos. Omg! Damm funny sia.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I seriously hate 81. It was freaking slow okay! I had to wait for half an hour but thankfully, there was company. Haha. Thank you! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Im looking forward to training this coming Friday, And oh did I tell you, I ran 4.8 km during TAEKWANDO training? Haha. Yes, I did. It was part of PT, can you believe it? I survived and I actually had fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lesson in the morning tomorrow, running after that and off to BUGIS! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-7318806786500251107?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/7318806786500251107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=7318806786500251107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7318806786500251107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7318806786500251107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-realized-that-it-has-been-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-7060333942343196969</id><published>2010-03-05T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T23:30:24.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k1llr3JBN2s/S5Ecpe3nIkI/AAAAAAAAASE/hYFoQVSU_bo/s1600-h/Picture+050.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k1llr3JBN2s/S5Ecpe3nIkI/AAAAAAAAASE/hYFoQVSU_bo/s320/Picture+050.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445164923454169666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;HAPPY 17&lt;sup&gt;TH&lt;/sup&gt; BIRTHDAY KAREN! &lt;/span&gt;(5&lt;sup&gt;TH&lt;/sup&gt; MAR)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;HAPPY 17&lt;sup&gt;TH&lt;/sup&gt; BIRTHDAY HAZIQAH! &lt;/span&gt;(7&lt;sup&gt;TH&lt;/sup&gt; MAR)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So yes, we had a mini celebration just now and it almost failed. Haha. Im such a bad organizer. Our timing was kinda slow. Oh well, everyone had fun and definitely, there was smashing cake time. I felt mean but hey! When can we do all this man? Haha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyways, school ended early just now at 12.30. Well, except for me and Ziq (HAHA), our lessons end at 11.00 am. So yeah. We waited for everyone else who had Econs and TADA! Surprise! &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After that, some of us went to the Tau Huay shop nearby to eat and let me tell you this, its damm NICE! I should have gotten the beancurd man instead of Soya with Grass Jelly. But its worth it though. Damm cheap. Haha. Im so gonna go again and try as many beancurds as possible. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had to go back school to get some forms for Dad and home-d. Not actually la. Met Bai and talked at Macs. So long never talk ah. Hahaha. Yeah, it was a catching up session so yeah. Haha. And after an hour, I was home-d.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh guess what? No more running for PE! We're gonna have lectures instead. Haha. Weird but true. Oh man. Im so gonna miss running. Haha. Yeah, right!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-7060333942343196969?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/7060333942343196969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=7060333942343196969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7060333942343196969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7060333942343196969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-17-th-birthday-karen-5-th-mar.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k1llr3JBN2s/S5Ecpe3nIkI/AAAAAAAAASE/hYFoQVSU_bo/s72-c/Picture+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-3962638606944781889</id><published>2010-02-27T17:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T18:03:37.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shouldn't be feeling emotional right now but oh well, the truth is Im actually missing alot of people. Gosh. My heart pains.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Noor Hanisah Bte Noordin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Nur Baizurah Bte Md Ali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Nur Arina Liyana Bte Amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Nurul Asyiqin Bte Mohd Safrin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Iffa Khalissa Bte Ishak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Sharifah Anisah Bte Syed A. Shahab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Nadiah Yuseli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Nur Farizan Bte Roslan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Joy Chia Yong Le&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Rebecca Wee Li Ying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Lynette Ho Min Yu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss ALOT of people la! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I maybe enjoying myself in SR but sweet memories can never be forgotten. How I wish there's a time machine. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, like I have mentioned earlier, yes! I love school! Haha. Looking forward to school everyday. So weird. Haha. Im learning to love running too and OMG! Guess what? I ran 1.6 km in 11 mins! Cool or what? Even in primary sch during NAPFA, the fastest was 14 mins! Hahahahah. But I know la some people can run faster than me. But its okay, I need time. Haha. I dont care about my disadvantages because I realised alot people are facing the same problem as me. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh! I got into TAEKWANDO! :) Well, wednesday was the day I officially join Taekwando. It was fun and the people are really nice despite trying to irritate by calling me Syafiq. Haiz. These people ah got nothing better to do one actually. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, I have learnt not to procrastinate. I learnt my lesson and now Im trying to get rid of that word from my life. :) Seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-3962638606944781889?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/3962638606944781889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=3962638606944781889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/3962638606944781889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/3962638606944781889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-shouldnt-be-feeling-emotional-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-5219934514712405552</id><published>2010-02-23T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T22:25:38.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friend had a new name for me. Guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SIA.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, it is SIA. Hahaha. She was wondering why my name is pronounced as SHA and not SIA as it is spelt as SYA. So since I dunno how to explain it to her, till now, she's been calling me SIA. -.- Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For now, Im like waiting anxiously for my CCA results. Pray hard that I got into Taekwando and not SOCCER! &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-5219934514712405552?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/5219934514712405552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=5219934514712405552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/5219934514712405552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/5219934514712405552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-friend-had-new-name-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-9034848381820223382</id><published>2010-02-20T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:05:58.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WOOHOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday was AWESOME! Partly because of CCA. Haha. Lessons were bearable. Im not looking forward to Monday since I will be having 5 hours straight of lessons after having 3 hours of break. Haha. How cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So yes, ignore the post below. I went for the Guitar Ensemble practice session on Wed and I almost died. First, it was because there were too many people like around 50 who came for that practice, squeezing inside this small room. Gosh, I seriously wanted to get out of it but sadly, I was too far away from the exit and there were too many people so I couldnt get through it. Hence, I was stuck there. Also because I wasnt feeling well. Body was too weak to go for Taekwando so went for Guitar Ensemble instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There was a theory at first and yeah, kinda boring and after that, we had the chance to play the guitar which was classical. Since there were so many people, we had to share the guitar. Learned a few notes and done! And guess what? I have to buy a classical guitar if I wanna join in Guitar Ensemble which cost $200plus as a package. Kirim salam sudah. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That very moment, I have decided. Taekwando. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I went for the last Taekwando trial yesterday. It was so fun! We had physical training. More like slacking training actually because we played Captain's ball and did some crappy activities planned by the seniors. The purpose was to waste time. Haha. There were some bonding sessions going on so almost everyone was quite united. So yeah. After that, the girls were brought to one corner and practise the dunno what name kick. It was alright la. And then home-d.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hopefully, I get into Taekwando. And oh! Yes Arina, you looked TEMBAM. Haha.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-9034848381820223382?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/9034848381820223382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=9034848381820223382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/9034848381820223382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/9034848381820223382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/02/woohoo-yesterday-was-awesome-partly.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-6488222391717830656</id><published>2010-02-16T23:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T15:41:34.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have decided. Im gonna join...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GUITAR ENSEMBLE :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have no regrets at this moment because if I decide to join Taekwando (Yes, believe it or not.), I will have to be more aggressive and the passion for Taekwando has to last for 2 years. I dont wanna get injured myself and getting kick at the not-supposed-to-be-kicked areas. Haha. I wanna get pregnant okay! :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;So yeah. I shall be cool and learn the guitar in depth since I cant seem to understand tabs and who knows, if Im a pro already, Dad will buy me an electric one! Ahh.. I will definitely love him forever. Wait. I still love him alright? Haha.&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, Guitar Ensemble, here I come. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But eh, now part of me, wants to learn to kick some ass. Haha. How sia? Aiyo. I have until tomorrow afternoon to decide. Man. This so confusing and yes, I am in DENIAL. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-6488222391717830656?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/6488222391717830656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=6488222391717830656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/6488222391717830656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/6488222391717830656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-have-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-5495288379296655345</id><published>2010-02-16T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T17:04:12.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't stop COUGHING! Dammit la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-5495288379296655345?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/5495288379296655345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=5495288379296655345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/5495288379296655345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/5495288379296655345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-cant-stop-coughing-dammit-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-7387309097144300276</id><published>2010-02-13T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T23:45:23.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I must clarify this thing before anyone starts having the wrong assumption.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;IM NOT IN BASKETBALL OKAY??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;Hahaha. Finally, I feel relieved. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;No, Im not in Basketball and I dont plan to join it. Haha. My CG mate only said that I looked like a Basketballer. Haha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-7387309097144300276?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/7387309097144300276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=7387309097144300276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7387309097144300276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7387309097144300276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-must-clarify-this-thing-before-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-2508313549577258878</id><published>2010-02-12T20:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T21:27:52.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IGNORE THE POST BELOW. &lt;div&gt;It was random. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I haven't had the opportunity to say this but ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M LOVING MY LIFE IN SR! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 weeks in the school had been totally awesome! There were lots going on which I didnt have time to update but I will in a moment. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Orientation and MASS PICNIC!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Lessons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. CCA Trials&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. CNY Celebration!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;ORIENTATION AND MASS PICNIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k1llr3JBN2s/S3VVhAdpFWI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Z_H8tySS50s/s1600-h/1S28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k1llr3JBN2s/S3VVhAdpFWI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Z_H8tySS50s/s320/1S28.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437346150668113250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No words can describe how amazing the orientation was. We were first grouped into random OG and within a day ACTUALLY, we had bonded well. I was from Cetus but sadly, when the results of our subject combi was out, we had to change House Group which I was transferred to Orion. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite the fact that I was kinda sad that I wont be a Cetus anymore, but being in Orion was great. My new OGLs were super kekek and hilarious plus along with my new CG mates from 1S28 which consists of 20 girls and 3 guys (Pathetic, I know but its okay. Girl Power! :D). At first, I was shocked. Not because of the male population. But because I was the only Malay girl in my CG! Haha. I thought that I wont be speaking any Malay until the next day, a student was transferred to my CG and thankfully, she's a Malay. Haha. Im so thankful. Soon after that, we become good friend. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not forgetting, my another good friend in SR who has been in the same OG and same CG with me. Im glad she's in the same class. :) At least, I wont be lonely. Not anymore. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we had all the Amazing Race, College Games plus the Mass dance to the song of Lollipop by Mika. So funny especially when the OGLs started to dance. Man, I wished we could have a longer orientation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To end the whole Orientation, we had a Mass Picnic on the Field! How cool was that? No performance but just plain picnic with competitions being carried on along the field. And of course, I did participate in one of the competitions which was ... FRUIT EATING COMPETITION! :D Dont laugh but we managed to get second even though the other House Group, I forgot which one, had the most guys whereas we had the most girls. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ordered Pizza and slacked. Photos here and there and finally, it was time to go home. We had our last Mass Dance and I really enjoyed it despite the fact that I had gotten myself really dark and I even had sunburnt -.- However though, there's one thing that I'm looking forward to next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be an OGL. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LESSONS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my Tutors/Lecturers! Haha. They are really nice and fun. Seriously, no kidding. I even enjoyed all lectures so far and I havent been falling asleep so far. Okay, actually yes, once, but that was during Maths where the whole Audi was packed and the lesson got really boring. But I tried to keep myself awake though. Hehe. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next week onwards will be a hectic one especially when I already have decided on which CCA to go for. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CCA TRIALS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunno how many trials I went but so far they were quite satisfying. I've decided on this particular CCA which I will reveal it soon, not now since its not really confirm yet. Haha. I had fun during the trial and maybe with more practise, I can improve. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CNY CELEBRATION&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k1llr3JBN2s/S3VWav-2pnI/AAAAAAAAAR8/qYmVhfm5nZ0/s1600-h/ME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k1llr3JBN2s/S3VWav-2pnI/AAAAAAAAAR8/qYmVhfm5nZ0/s320/ME.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437347142676424306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Eh, sorry! But thats the only photo taken in the hall! &gt;.&lt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We only had 2 hours of school and it was mainly Celebration. It was okay la but I prefer TKG's one. Haha. After that, had lunch and home-d. Realised that no one was at home so called Mum and I had to walk to Simei Eastpoint because she was there. So yeah. Spent about 20 mins walking and I've reached. Bought some groceries and her barangs and cabbed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haiz. I've so much to say. But once next week starts, I wont have time to update. Insya Allah, I will. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got to go now. I wanna watch tv! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-2508313549577258878?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/2508313549577258878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=2508313549577258878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/2508313549577258878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/2508313549577258878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/02/ignore-post-below.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k1llr3JBN2s/S3VVhAdpFWI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Z_H8tySS50s/s72-c/1S28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-129266211998963893</id><published>2010-02-11T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T11:17:38.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what? Im in school! Haha. Trying out the WiFi here. Damm cool man. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im supposed to be revising Bio now but I seem to get addicted to the WiFi here. Haha. Lesson starts in 5 mins. Nice. Having break now and 3 lessons in 3 hours straight. Wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me all the best and hope I wont sleep during lectures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-129266211998963893?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/129266211998963893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=129266211998963893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/129266211998963893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/129266211998963893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/02/guess-what-im-in-school-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-514548030233776921</id><published>2010-02-02T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T20:17:02.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY! :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've gotten my first choice which is H2 Math, H2 Chem, H2 Malay Lit ( Don't laugh.) and H1 Bio. Yessa. Gonna study hard la and I love my CG. :) And oh! Im the only Malay in my CG. Haha. Can you believe it? Lol. But okay la. I can try to improve my English. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this whole week gonna be orientation week which ends on Friday. Haha. Fun, fun. fun! I just got transferred from Cetus to Orion which was alright even though I really wanna be a part of Cetus. Its colour is PURPLE okay! Haiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I had this convo with my fellow CG mates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Which CCA are you gonna join?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Umm.. Not sure. Maybe guitar?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Not planning to take sports? Because you look like a basketballer!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wth. Haha. Thanks man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-514548030233776921?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/514548030233776921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=514548030233776921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/514548030233776921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/514548030233776921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/02/yay-d-ive-gotten-my-first-choice-which.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-7991489472969698500</id><published>2010-01-30T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:27:11.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm starting to love my school and definitely, gonna miss it if my appeal is accepted. :) Haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didnt know it was gonna be that fun. Orientation, OGLs, tutors, new Friends were all interesting, fun and definitely friendly. I thought I wouldnt really gonna last long there but now, man. Haha. There are times when I hope that my appeal will be rejected but there are times when I hope it will get accepted because I know now, wherever I go, I wont be alone. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im worrying about the school uniform whether to get it on Monday or after the results of the appeal since the Year Head wanted us all to get the school uniform by Tuesday. Man. And guess when is the result? Wednesday. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what most people said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh! Finally, after so many schools I attended to, no one mispronounced my name so far in this school. Haha. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-7991489472969698500?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/7991489472969698500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=7991489472969698500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7991489472969698500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7991489472969698500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-starting-to-love-my-school-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-6554900368667092934</id><published>2010-01-27T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T11:19:04.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Welcome, Syafiqah Syazwani Bte Sunardi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It spoils everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will just need to hope for the best now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Edited)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-6554900368667092934?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/6554900368667092934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=6554900368667092934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/6554900368667092934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/6554900368667092934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-syafiqah-syazwani-bte-sunardi.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-8025810916837881909</id><published>2010-01-24T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T23:16:47.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realised that the name 'Syaz' has a meaning which isnt good. I gotta know just now, during madrasah. So from now on, no more syafsyaz. Haha. If you wanna call me, call me by syaf, wani or best, Syafiqah Syazwani. :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh, I talk more tomorrow ah. I wanna sleep. Haha. Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-8025810916837881909?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/8025810916837881909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=8025810916837881909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/8025810916837881909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/8025810916837881909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-realised-that-name-syaz-has-meaning.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-5300910888796564739</id><published>2010-01-23T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T22:52:50.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was GEREK! Hahahaha. :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldnt believe that I actually went back to school for the campfire but it was really fun. I really didnt regret coming though. I was kinda surprised that some of the Sec 2s actually remembered me. Hehe. I remembered being very blur when I was the PSL once. Haha. But worth it la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The campfire was cool even though was always the same old thing every year. Haha. Been watching it for the past 4 years. So yeah. The concert was entertaining especially the mass dance. OMG. Jaiho! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats about it though. Lazy wanna elaborate la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh! I washed the toilet. Again! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Im taken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-5300910888796564739?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/5300910888796564739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=5300910888796564739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/5300910888796564739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/5300910888796564739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/01/yesterday-was-gerek-hahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-2940146908604761314</id><published>2010-01-21T14:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T15:06:59.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;If I don't come back and will never see you again, please forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate that sentence. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-2940146908604761314?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/2940146908604761314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=2940146908604761314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/2940146908604761314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/2940146908604761314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-i-dont-come-back-and-will-never-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-7629408593500607377</id><published>2010-01-21T13:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T13:51:11.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k1llr3JBN2s/S1fpZAJSBJI/AAAAAAAAARk/swFC5MdAzOg/s1600-h/wonderpets.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k1llr3JBN2s/S1fpZAJSBJI/AAAAAAAAARk/swFC5MdAzOg/s320/wonderpets.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429064491563353234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's Gonna Work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teamwork!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's Gonna Work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teamwork!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OMG! This cartoon is super duper CUTE!! Haha. The above lyrics was one of their mostly played song during the show Damm cute okay. I wouldnt mind singing it for anyone who wants to hear it because you will definitely love it instantly. Haha. Yeah, right. Check it out and watch every weekdays, at 12.00 pm on OKTO! Tell me if you like it. Hehe. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And oh! Sufi just fell into a longkang. Haha. Serve him right for running away and leaving me behind. It was so hilarious that he couldnt get himself out of the longkang and was screaming at me for help. Afterwards, he became a good boy and walked by my side. Haha. Kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-7629408593500607377?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/7629408593500607377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=7629408593500607377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7629408593500607377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7629408593500607377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/01/whats-gonna-work-teamwork-whats-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k1llr3JBN2s/S1fpZAJSBJI/AAAAAAAAARk/swFC5MdAzOg/s72-c/wonderpets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128710739769268651.post-7725006911028658339</id><published>2010-01-20T15:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T15:21:05.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's something wrong with my facebook. Haiz.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something was wrong with me last night and I ended up shocking this particular person. Over stress I guess. Haha. And now, I've just gotten myself into trouble. Oh oh. Serve me right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, Im bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Im scared to commit. Should I go with him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128710739769268651-7725006911028658339?l=sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/7725006911028658339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128710739769268651&amp;postID=7725006911028658339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7725006911028658339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128710739769268651/posts/default/7725006911028658339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-sour-bitter-pain.blogspot.com/2010/01/theres-something-wrong-with-my-facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>Syafiqah Syazwani Sunardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00064130613151344477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
