<?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-2581458627042229676</id><updated>2011-11-06T11:58:48.199-08:00</updated><category term='a year later.'/><category term='geek.'/><category term='cinta.'/><category term='think twice.'/><category term='dance.'/><category term='im not sastified with that makcik cempaka .'/><category term='the one who carries me for 9months.'/><category term='lifelines.'/><category term='e.'/><category term='frustated?'/><category term='random.'/><category term='fun.'/><category term='mysterious.'/><category term='Im Your Juliet.'/><category term='mood swing sucks'/><category term='sucksucksuck'/><category term='practice is a 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href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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>316</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-4601839636585338596</id><published>2011-03-06T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T02:29:00.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Weekend )':</title><content type='html'>hi. im nad and im literally sick right now! this is be my first sick of the year and its super terrible! i was off for two days on wednesday and thursday. i was so excited to get back to work on friday. well, the fun thing at work is you get to dress up and entertain customers with cute little kids around. i was soo looking forward to go to work on friday. unfortunately, on thursday night, i had a super super bad migrane gg up in my brain. i thought it was just a normal headache so i took less care about it. the next day when i woke up, my whole body was having real bad muscle cramps. to add on, my stomach! it give problems. it cant stop growling and give me pains continuosly. i only left few hours to get ready to work so i decided to just go cause i thought i could tahan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a pretty bad idea though. in the train, there were no sits. my stomach was in real pain like i need to atleast bend myself so there be less pain. but there wasnt any good soul on that cabin that would offer me a sit when they know and could see how pale and stressful my face look like! things got worse when i came to work, muscle cramps got caught on my calf? err what i meant was the part below your thigh. ahh that one. walao pain siaaa! i could hardly move! the cramp stayed permanently there! my manager ask why do i look like dying. then Meihui asked whats wrong. i said stomach pain. then she said "pregnant isit?" i replied, "i think so :D" &lt;br /&gt;i really wish i could go home yknow. but if i go home, there wouldnt be enough manpower to do closing. there i was, holding on to the pain and standing for 6hours at work. im so not okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got back home, i eat what i could cause i was so hungry and didnt had any real meal that day. i make myself to bed and mum could feel that my body was soo hot. she said i got fever. damn, im officially sick -.- i hate it yknow. cause it means there will be medicine i hate: PILLS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my saturday was not like what i had the previous week. thats where im having fun celebrating gf's belated bday. it was a stay home sick saturday. bad one. body was hot. stomach keep growling. i was super hungry but i dont even have the appetite to eat! everything i ate was tasteless! yucks. oh did i forget to mention about DIARRHEA? yeah i had a bad one. you know diarrhea suppose to have mashed faeces with liquid? mine was worse. everything was liquid. its painful yknow! liquid and blood are suppose to come out from your vagina! or which ever thats close to it. not anus -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that its sunday, i finally managed to see the doctor and got medicine. urgg.&lt;br /&gt;doctor: so im gonna give you capsule..&lt;br /&gt;me: no! i want liquid medicine! if you giving me capsule, i will only accept the smallest size of all capsule!&lt;br /&gt;im very demanding you see only when it comes to medicine ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fml right? pain and medicine. sick and restless. sucks to be me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-4601839636585338596?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/4601839636585338596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=4601839636585338596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/4601839636585338596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/4601839636585338596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2011/03/sick-weekend.html' title='Sick Weekend )&apos;:'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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-2581458627042229676.post-7628963144638983890</id><published>2011-02-10T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T09:36:08.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mad.</title><content type='html'>i definitely hate my mother. i think so. maybe at the moment right now, yes, i definitely hate her. she only comes to me when she needs help, especially MONEY. who else can she depends on right? nak harapkan kakak? lambat ah. sarah? isaaaap ah. bila part duit, senang pandai cari aku. kalau part pelajaran, tak pernah nak support. sape jer yang kau support? sarah. yelaah. ibu kan pernah kate, "dalam adik-beradik, sarah sorang je eh yang boleh belajar." kimakkk! mentang-mentang sarah dari ite sekarang dah dapat apply poly kire big fuck uh? abeh aku nie aper? sumpah kau perangai one sided sia. semalam sarah tny whether aku dah dapat course ke belom? aper kau jawab? kau tak sure kan? kau lagi boleh cakap, "ntah..ibu dgr mcm dier ckp accounting.." kau lagi boleh ragu-ragu? kimak. jangan nak bagi aku alasan kau banyak sangat bende nak pikir sampai pasal sekolah aku pun kau susah nak amek kesah! abeh tadi sarah sengaja tanya lagi depan kau bila aku tengah bbl dkt telefon. kau boleh ader hati nak step garang tanya aku soal sekolah. sialah. haritu bila surat dari ite sampai, aku tunjuk kau per! aku bilang kau bende-bende yang aku tak sure sgt, kau cume kate nak boleh find out sendiri per. tak ker macam sial? bila aku dah accept course, aku bilang kau lagi sekali per aku dapat accounting kat ite bishan. aper kau jawab? "maths kau bagus ker?" aku sumpah sakit hati lah sial dapat mak macam kau. pikir balik kan, dari dulu memang patut kau jual aku kat pak ngah. $300 je per. dapat jugak duit tu boleh simpan maruah kau sekarang kalau kau rase kau malu sangat dapat anak macam aku. i make sure one fine day we see who take care of you when you're old. aku tak kuasa nak compete dengan adek beradek sendiri eh. janji nanti aku dah besar, aku ade rumah tangge hidup sempurna dah cukup bagus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-7628963144638983890?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/7628963144638983890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=7628963144638983890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/7628963144638983890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/7628963144638983890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2011/02/mad.html' title='mad.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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-2581458627042229676.post-98862636452451589</id><published>2011-02-03T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T02:13:53.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont go home straight after work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TUp8LrKs35I/AAAAAAAABWI/jW0hA0fLB1g/s1600/Green-Hornet-Film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TUp8LrKs35I/AAAAAAAABWI/jW0hA0fLB1g/s320/Green-Hornet-Film.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569400429205053330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had awesome two days straight after work. First was on Tuesday where I worked from 10am to 6pm. I had a movie date! Hehe^^ I somehow thinks its funny cause we're both are totally perfect strangers. We never met each other and it was a random text about watching movie! We ended up watching Green Hornet and there it was a double date! Amira and Naim was at Cineleisure too. My date treat me. Awww^^ Woaaaah, it's been sucha long time since I watch movie! And with a guy! Or even with Amira sitting next to me in cinema! I rate the movie 4/5. We slack at scape after movie and just chilling, talking crap. We're cool like that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TUp_iW2TfaI/AAAAAAAABWQ/jQMrZFITc9U/s1600/02022011375.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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TUp_iW2TfaI/AAAAAAAABWQ/jQMrZFITc9U/s320/02022011375.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569404117422669218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The following day, again, I worked from 10am to 6pm. Its weird when I enter the shop and I see angmoh around decorating the shop. Lucky they are friendly and not strict(:&lt;br /&gt;But it somehow pressurize me to be good and do my job well. I did cause I was praised by one of the head people. He said, "Hi, you're new? I like your service." He added a thumbs up after saying. Aww. Kembang jubo you! ^^&lt;br /&gt;By the time Im about to end work, Diana came into store in her sch uniform to check roster. She decided to wait for me cause we wanted to smoke after that. We then went to cotton on adults, she visit her boyfriend while I met Siddiq! We decided to go Cine cause Diana wants to buy school shoes. Almost all the shop are closed, bloody fuck. But we did manage to get Supra few minutes before the shop closed. And I bumped onto Bobby! Diana and I felt like we're being extremely loud everywhere we go. She even said, "Balik check stomp. Confirm muke kita masuk punya!" HAHAHA. We slack at scape and then I bumped onto Mano! Ended up chilling with him. Around 10plus headed back to Wisma cause Diana gg back with her bf while I trained home with Siddiq. It was really an awesome night with Diana! Oh when I reached down Woodlands, I bumped onto my ex-cotton on colleagues from cwp!!! happy giler lah sia! of all the people i bumped on that day, they're the best! i recieved hugs from Sheeda, Munirah and Lyanee! (':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR TO PEOPLE WHO CELEBRATES IT! 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Let me start with work! So i had to work at United Square instead fr that day. I start at 930am up to 4.30pm. The people there are very friendly! One of the girl keep telling me that I look familiar :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Guess who I met at work? Farhannis! Sufian's ex girlfriend! I used to help Sufian search for valentine or birthday gifts for his ex. Lucky theres Farhannis cause my time suddenly extended to 5pm. She talk to the senior in sarcastic way. Haiya cerite panjang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TTaekp3Lq8I/AAAAAAAABVk/cbD9DtKxJWg/s1600/DSCF9903.JPG"&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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TTaekp3Lq8I/AAAAAAAABVk/cbD9DtKxJWg/s320/DSCF9903.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563808742212611010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So macam biasa. I met Amira after work! We went to town with no plans. Amira's friend text her and we plan to meet them. While waiting for them to arrive, we window shop at Wisma. Meet the guys and off to pool at Cine! For the first time, I can beat two guys in both games! Happy you! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TTaek4n7LqI/AAAAAAAABVs/lIMW65Yd8yM/s1600/DSCF9994.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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TTaek4n7LqI/AAAAAAAABVs/lIMW65Yd8yM/s320/DSCF9994.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563808746175147682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After pool, decided to karaoke at Grandlink. Mate dah halfway koyak. At 130am, we gerak to Bukit Timah and makan! Af talk too much terpakse layan. Aku nak tidur pun dier gi kacau! Dier geletek kaki! Hahaha funny people. They talk too much we left Al-Azhar at 4am. Lucky im not working today! Kalau tak confirm pancit. Poor thing Amira is working but four hours only. More pichas at Amira's fb. I really had a great time! Theres more to come for this year\m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-5356357712636496591?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/5356357712636496591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=5356357712636496591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/5356357712636496591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/5356357712636496591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2011/01/for-awesome.html' title='A for Awesome.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TTaekp3Lq8I/AAAAAAAABVk/cbD9DtKxJWg/s72-c/DSCF9903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-6503221652999250542</id><published>2011-01-07T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T20:02:29.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We wake up like going to school.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TSqCdym3KcI/AAAAAAAABVc/6bihiC4I7uA/s1600/165567_167865359925342_100001056371457_359762_3574300_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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TSqCdym3KcI/AAAAAAAABVc/6bihiC4I7uA/s320/165567_167865359925342_100001056371457_359762_3574300_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560400138254887362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i slept for an hour since 3am. after that, i cant sleep at all. my eyes are wide awake so decided to play Alaska Solitaires at phone. at 6am, text amira and told her im awake. straight away dier call aku nyah! "aku belom tidur tau nad." awesome! i knew it she must be otp up till morning. sempat sia dier nak tidur sekejap. i gave her 45mins to sleep. at 7am, she text "Good morning!" so two bestfriends didnt really had a sleep. i meet her under her block at around 8am. the timing i woke up like going to school seh. i teman her go make bank book at marsiling. we took train to jurong. all the way asyik complaint "ngantuk uhh."&lt;br /&gt;after settling our stuffs, at around 1230pm we trained to Orchard. sumpah duer-duer prangai tak senonoh sia. kite tidur dalam mrt! naseb amira terbangun sui-sui kat Orchard. haha! so i took my pay. cb. Accessorize mintak kena ludah sia. k tak nak elaborate. dah lapar, i decided to bring amira makan ayam penyet kat lucky plaza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TSnTbBAvDvI/AAAAAAAABVM/z2nJR1j4sUY/s1600/165674_167859076592637_100001056371457_359642_6490264_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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TSnTbBAvDvI/AAAAAAAABVM/z2nJR1j4sUY/s320/165674_167859076592637_100001056371457_359642_6490264_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560207676047036146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kiteorang irritating sampai tunggu makanan pun masih ngantuk. then ika and issa came. after makan, terus sumer otak kosong takder plan. maseh siang sia kiteorang dah kat town. no plans! sot sekejap. at that point of time, all i know is i wanna sleep! then walk around. oh abeh kite gi Candy Empire! feeling kaya skejap. we bought Freddo Cadbury, 2 packets of Daim choco and Cherry Whiskey choco. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TSnTbTi-mlI/AAAAAAAABVU/6b7VywMrqaw/s1600/168100_167873089924569_100001056371457_359900_4396627_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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TSnTbTi-mlI/AAAAAAAABVU/6b7VywMrqaw/s320/168100_167873089924569_100001056371457_359900_4396627_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560207681022499410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then mendak so decided to slack at scape. eh i suddennly so lazy to type anymore. dah uh bye. hah. just see the photos at fb kay. k bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-6503221652999250542?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/6503221652999250542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=6503221652999250542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/6503221652999250542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/6503221652999250542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2011/01/we-wake-up-like-going-to-school.html' title='We wake up like going to school.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TSqCdym3KcI/AAAAAAAABVc/6bihiC4I7uA/s72-c/165567_167865359925342_100001056371457_359762_3574300_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-4690068727364590573</id><published>2011-01-06T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T06:35:19.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rugby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TSnGCvPBNeI/AAAAAAAABU8/ngOor4OGZYY/s1600/166143_167848309927047_100001056371457_359498_925224_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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TSnGCvPBNeI/AAAAAAAABU8/ngOor4OGZYY/s320/166143_167848309927047_100001056371457_359498_925224_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560192965307086306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;i feel so happy today! the feeling of coming back to school to watch a rugby match!&lt;br /&gt;ive been a main supporter since i was in evg. cheyy. so of course came down to support the Old Boys!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TSnGCRptpRI/AAAAAAAABU0/JbuXmaXPTOY/s1600/167415_167848279927050_100001056371457_359497_5057955_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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TSnGCRptpRI/AAAAAAAABU0/JbuXmaXPTOY/s320/167415_167848279927050_100001056371457_359497_5057955_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560192957365986578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;mentang-mentang dah graduate step gerek sia duduk dalam field. selalu nyer dulu tengok duduk dari luar. hehe. i sexcited gitu tengok dorang main so decided to take pichas. see. above picture. i made myself into the team and take their pict. tahan nafas sia aku! bau maut.&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TSnGCV4y6AI/AAAAAAAABUs/7A86CR8gYpE/s1600/168866_167849686593576_100001056371457_359530_7700439_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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TSnGCV4y6AI/AAAAAAAABUs/7A86CR8gYpE/s320/168866_167849686593576_100001056371457_359530_7700439_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560192958502987778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Old Boys won(expected alrd). but macam tak fun sangat cause it was a friendly match. i prefer watching them fight. sayangnyer takder coach. aisey. rindu dier lah. hehe. i love today. i got hugs from people i miss. best tau. nie lah yang aku suke pasal hidup single. haaa! :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-4690068727364590573?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/4690068727364590573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=4690068727364590573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/4690068727364590573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/4690068727364590573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2011/01/rugby.html' title='Rugby!'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TSnGCvPBNeI/AAAAAAAABU8/ngOor4OGZYY/s72-c/166143_167848309927047_100001056371457_359498_925224_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-8873123083083029906</id><published>2011-01-04T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T11:13:42.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School started?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TSSeNActqMI/AAAAAAAABUk/HxeWgmhjajU/s1600/33793_167052223339989_100001056371457_353804_1980857_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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TSSeNActqMI/AAAAAAAABUk/HxeWgmhjajU/s320/33793_167052223339989_100001056371457_353804_1980857_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558741786377955522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the first day of school for people who are still schooling.&lt;br /&gt;Both Amira and I were craving for canteen food! Its cheap of course!&lt;br /&gt;Because of that, we had this crazy idea of gg to school just to eat!&lt;br /&gt;We told the security that we going to general office. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Bump into Mr Vick and he said, "What time is it? You're suppose to be in class right now."&lt;br /&gt;Headed to the canteen and meet our lovely makciks at stall three.&lt;br /&gt;I had nasi lemak while Amira bought mee soto extra cili(macam biasaaa).&lt;br /&gt;Tengah makan sekali budak-budak sec 1 turunn. &lt;br /&gt;I saw a girl in fuchun primary uniform and told Amira, "Member aku siol!"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Muker satu-satu relek urh. Takder minah-minah.&lt;br /&gt;Amira pun terserempak member dier! Kekek sia.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chin approached us, "Eh hi! What you guys doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;We said we came just to eat. He mati-mati tak percaye!&lt;br /&gt;He thought we taking some certificate. Terperanjat sungguh dier biler kite kate kite datang stakat nak makan! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then Sabrina came to me. Dah jadi prefect lah dier.&lt;br /&gt;She told me Malay Dance gonna have camp for SYF training.&lt;br /&gt;Seniors are invited. Wee sexcited babe!&lt;br /&gt;ABEH KAN! I CHECK MALAY DANCE NYER NOTICE BOARD, WOAAAAH.&lt;br /&gt;GAMBAR AKU SATU JER SIOL. tsk. Atleast ader satu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TSSeNKOpYZI/AAAAAAAABUc/4w4OQQ22D-g/s1600/164033_167067100005168_100001056371457_353988_5489348_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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TSSeNKOpYZI/AAAAAAAABUc/4w4OQQ22D-g/s320/164033_167067100005168_100001056371457_353988_5489348_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558741789003309458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, so met Ika and went to Clarke Quay to grab some meal.&lt;br /&gt;Macam biasa slack. then decided to walk around.&lt;br /&gt;Sekali ternampak my aunt. i thought of salam but then takpayah sudah.&lt;br /&gt;My aunt pakaian menjolokkan mate. O.o&lt;br /&gt;We train home early. looks like i need to get used of gg back home early uh.&lt;br /&gt;Asyik balek lambat jer. &lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to go school again on thursday!&lt;br /&gt;Got rugby match! woot woot! ^^&lt;br /&gt;Gonna support the Old Boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did formspring btw! Just like i planned.&lt;br /&gt;Ask me questions laah. Im bored yknow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-8873123083083029906?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/8873123083083029906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=8873123083083029906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/8873123083083029906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/8873123083083029906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2011/01/school-started.html' title='School started?'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TSSeNActqMI/AAAAAAAABUk/HxeWgmhjajU/s72-c/33793_167052223339989_100001056371457_353804_1980857_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-879881335751056706</id><published>2011-01-03T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T23:21:59.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Szup January!</title><content type='html'>Hi people! So its a new year huh? I hope so i could let bygones be bygones. Whoever read my previous post, good. I didnt expect people to read it anw. Its too long and boring.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! I quit Accessorize! Imma happy girl alrd. Now i shall wait for the pay. Kaching!&lt;br /&gt;Ohh pleaaase stop asking me where i went for countdown. I party at HOME, alone!&lt;br /&gt;Why? Daddy dont allow me to go out. Idgaf. Cause i dont even have money to go out! Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;Im helluva jealous when i was back from work(my last day btw), sister Sarah alrd went out with smokey eyes and black top.&lt;br /&gt;When i got inside the house, sister Syira shouting all around the house, "Its time to parrrrty!"&lt;br /&gt;She was surprised that i listened to Dad and stayed home. &lt;br /&gt;People who got to know i stayed home gave replies, "Its so not you sitting at home during countdown."&lt;br /&gt;Its okay. I shall save my dance moves and party heart for this year countdown! Cause im legal by then! Woot woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The start of 2011 was so far so good. I rest on day 1 since im officially jobless.&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 was awesome! The whole family and few other relatives went to ZOO!&lt;br /&gt;We're suppose to meet at 830am but that was the time i finish bathing! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;Jamal family can never be early for any event! We join the others after watching a show there.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing theres my cousin,Fituwiie and her awesome camera! (Y)&lt;br /&gt;Playing around Kidz World makes me feel like imma kid once again!&lt;br /&gt;We had a looooong time at the zoo! We left at 6pm!&lt;br /&gt;Macam biasaaaa, proceed for MAKAN TIME! &lt;br /&gt;Sadly after makan, everybody went back home which was early for me.&lt;br /&gt;But i cant deny i was damn tired and sleeeeepy kay. &lt;br /&gt;I cant upload photos at the moment right now. See it in fb kay!&lt;br /&gt;I must say this the best zoo outing! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TSQb5Xv_CxI/AAAAAAAABUU/H0Eh8aoJgr4/s1600/164153_1583595748935_1206963911_31298631_6219303_n.jpg"&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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TSQb5Xv_CxI/AAAAAAAABUU/H0Eh8aoJgr4/s320/164153_1583595748935_1206963911_31298631_6219303_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558598512523807506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-879881335751056706?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/879881335751056706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=879881335751056706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/879881335751056706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/879881335751056706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2011/01/hi-people-so-its-new-year-huh-i-hope-so.html' title='Szup January!'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TSQb5Xv_CxI/AAAAAAAABUU/H0Eh8aoJgr4/s72-c/164153_1583595748935_1206963911_31298631_6219303_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-2332140096629376459</id><published>2010-12-22T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T23:14:40.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The worst year- 2010</title><content type='html'>I never knew 2010 was going to be a shit for me. I remebered celebrating countdown with my girls. It didnt go as plan anw. Oh yeah, probably that was a sign for me that 2010 was not gonna be a good year.&lt;br /&gt;This year, theres alot of shit happen in many ways. From family and friends to school and studies to jobs and even my lovelife.&lt;br /&gt;All these happen together to me in a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TSQZUEv9QGI/AAAAAAAABT0/f1MxSTwllfk/s1600/61500_1440928582345_1206963911_31028095_7437138_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TSQZUEv9QGI/AAAAAAAABT0/f1MxSTwllfk/s320/61500_1440928582345_1206963911_31028095_7437138_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558595672745001058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know family is where i always depend on. I cant blame if shits happen cause its fate. I mean theres always ups and down in something. So whenever we fight, of course things get back together. Its normal if mum and dad fights verbally or syira and sarah fights physically and me end up being the middle person  like a messenger to get the latest update of which member of the family is doing and tell it to their opponent whom they fight with. Yes, its always me. Bahan of the family. Its okay. Im used to it. The shit that happen this year was to have my Nenek around. Of all, its this year. A year im taking my major examination. Im bad? Im rude? Think again.&lt;br /&gt;The reason i hate it when Nenek comes is she change the whole house from a cosy to a kampung style. I dont feel theres anything left for me to feel like its home. She smoke around the house-anywhere-living room, bedroom, toilet and even the kitchen while shes cooking! Another thing is Nenek have hearing problems. So whenever we want to talk to her, we have to "raise" our voice in order she could hear. This irritates me ALOT. I was once accuse for being rude or treating Nenek badly that this particular news was spread fast to my relatives. Thanks alot eh. Only god will know what truly happens. Why is Nenek around? All thanks to Kakak. If baby iya was not born, Nenek wouldnt be around to babysit her. Nenek does stay and leave other relatives house too. Usually the maximum is ONE month. But how long did Nenek stay my house this year? FIVE months. And non of my relatives come to volunteer for a stay at their place even after Nenek complain about living with my family. Nenek loves to fill in the dining table with food like biscuits, tea, her kopi and ciggs. Now tell me where the hell do i have my space? I always use the dining table to do my work. Everybody in the house does. Theres no other study table for me that i chose to go out and do my revision. The attempt i made wasnt really successful. Why? First, there will be like curfew gg on. Second, parents dont trust me studying outside. Third, i wont really have the full concentration to study. I have friends who will go, "Pool pah?" and we will stop study to play pool. Hehe. Parents have never been supportive. They dont put words like, "Its okay, try harder." instead they will go, "You always go out to study but these are the results you gave!" or "If you dont pass your O, you better be prepared!" All these words just hurt me too much. I wonder why they love pressuring me. For what mum had done by bringing Nenek over and scolded me for being rude to Nenek, I took a revenge by hurting her feelings. I gave up on my studies and showed the results to her. It was successful in making mum hurt. Cause dad told me that mum said she was so disappointed with my results. I know it was kinda childish for doing that but i couldnt take it whenever mum thinks shes always right! To sum these up, I wish Nenek wasnt around and things could have been slighly better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TSQZUeXZ2zI/AAAAAAAABT8/xLvvmDCAhxE/s1600/6820_159982969790_714759790_2567263_355735_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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TSQZUeXZ2zI/AAAAAAAABT8/xLvvmDCAhxE/s320/6820_159982969790_714759790_2567263_355735_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558595679621339954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if i would say about the next topic-friends. I remembered Mr Zainuddin once said in class, "You guys should work and help each other. To be honest, i see you guys grow and bond together compared to other batch.". I knew he have faith that we all gonna do well for our O since our N proves that almost 100% get promoted. But i dont think so this year works. Many conflicts happen around. Everyone mixes around with different people and we look like we're divided into groups. No longer in one. Btw, cause my parents were being so strict with me gg out, i felt left out from friends. Cause sometimes whenever theres an outing, i wont be invited probably some ppl just wont make an effort to do so? Or maybe because they used to have  the idea that even if they asked, i wont be able to go. I just wish people make an effort despite knowing that i been controlled by parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TSQZUb1PmbI/AAAAAAAABUE/0s-yuNbhPEc/s1600/16963_1327850606439_1536174582_30855331_1828268_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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TSQZUb1PmbI/AAAAAAAABUE/0s-yuNbhPEc/s320/16963_1327850606439_1536174582_30855331_1828268_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558595678941190578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, school. I did my last performance for the school which is 10th year anniversary. Malay Dance, i miss it soo much. I was the oldest in the club for this year and it was so sad to had my last performance. I leave my passion for studies. Haiya. No choice. I hate Mdm Haslina for this year. Of all, she left the school, she left us.&lt;br /&gt;She has been the best Maths teacher ever which i never failed my maths during sec four. And it proves that she made the whole batch of sec four (2009) to pass their N level maths! And now for O level, shes gone. Forever. And what happen to my maths? Drop. Awfully drop. I fail. Even if i tried so hard, ntg works. I hate school in 2010. Theres ntg special. How i wish i had garaduate last year with the good feeling i had and memories around. I bet ntg sweet or memorable to think of the school. Be it cca, any event that was happening or even friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TSQZUhKrQUI/AAAAAAAABUM/aLPPi_9Zdl8/s1600/DSC02201.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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TSQZUhKrQUI/AAAAAAAABUM/aLPPi_9Zdl8/s320/DSC02201.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558595680373260610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew 2010 gonna be a "Study Year" for me. I had to sacrifice alot for it. I quit my job, Cotton On. How sad i am to leave such fun and high pay job. But i had to. Cause it proves to me that i didnt attend detention class and not even hand in my eng homework. Even until friends advice me to quit. Oh yeah talking about work, since O ended, i decided to find a job. I didnt go back to Cotton On cause i heard theres too many people workin fr it and the working hours will be little. Therefore, i decided to try something new. I couldnt stand rotting at home cause Nenek is around. It kills me to death to wake up early in the morning to serve her needs like buying things at minimart or turning on the tv. I was desperate for a job until i got one, Accessorize. I admire the shop with the items that they sold but sadly the job didnt seem happening as what i expected. I didnt get the boutique but got a department store in a metro shop. How pathetic is that? Metro? Kimaaaaak. Firstly, Metro disgust me. Secondly, i also have to FOLLOW Metro rules, procedures and even the security. Oh yeah, one of the rules was to wear lipstick. Lipstick?! Omg. That is the last thing i would think of putting on. I only wear them for events. Oh goddd. And lastly, Accessorize control you like fuck. I applied for temporary and they put me in FULL TIME. 6 days of works, weekends is a MUST to work. How fuck is that?! Other than that, i just dont love my job. It sucks. Im not enjoying it. Fullstop. Oh well, im quiting already. Pheww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things doesnt go as i plan. Well, of course, god plan our life. A lot of things happens in my life emotionally. With the fights happenning at home, whatever happen with friends and what hurts most, my lovelife. I never knew things would end up so fast. The way i ended up my love this year didnt really have a reason to it. Maybe i wasnt being a good girlfriend? Maybe i suck in a relationship? But i was happy being single back. I have less things to think or worry of. But i hate the fact to admit that i was getting worse? Eversince i broke up, i started smoking back. I was being much sinful eversince. I started to realise these when my older ex came and met me. He saw changes in me. When he told me i was a better person in 08, it put a great impact. He wanted us to be together back but i cant accept any of my ex cause i know things wont work or be the same. I knew his intentions was to take care of me but all these kinda things are too early for me. Since i lost contact, i didnt really give a thought about what he said. Well, i lead my own life. I just wanted to be single. It makes me happy. Theres nothing to worry or any heartpains and tears. Worse of all, i wanna control the sins ive made. It was a mistake when i started dating someone. It was a big mistake. It was too good for me. I knew someday i would change, but not now. I wanna enjoy life. I know where my limits are. Even if i was gg to have a man in my life, i need a person who can protect me. I need them to know how to defend themselves before defending me. I have to admit i was a heartbreaker this year. I have my own reasons. I had to let go of the person before worse things could happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet this is the longest post i had so far in my blog. All shits, nothing memorable. Goodbye 2010. I hope 2011 would be better! Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-2332140096629376459?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/2332140096629376459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=2332140096629376459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/2332140096629376459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/2332140096629376459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/12/worst-year-2010.html' title='The worst year- 2010'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TSQZUEv9QGI/AAAAAAAABT0/f1MxSTwllfk/s72-c/61500_1440928582345_1206963911_31028095_7437138_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-4337685841797730259</id><published>2010-12-12T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T03:24:42.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love my bestfriend.</title><content type='html'>hi. i am so happy eventho i've started working, my bestfriend and i are still in contact with each other.&lt;br /&gt;im so glad cause the moment i got a job, i felt bad for her being jobless, still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TQX-CLG51tI/AAAAAAAABTg/DO-XCAMATYI/s1600/72046_160232807355264_100001056371457_309353_2552945_n.jpg"&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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TQX-CLG51tI/AAAAAAAABTg/DO-XCAMATYI/s320/72046_160232807355264_100001056371457_309353_2552945_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550121429098944210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on thursday night, i had the most awesome night of the week. yeah, i spent time with Heydy Izzaty around town. we plan to search for job. we did went to one shop. one and only for the day! haha. time flies so fast on that day though. we went to TANGS and search for Ika who was working. kesiaannn.&lt;br /&gt;both of us was running out of plans though so we decided to just chill.&lt;br /&gt;bought an ice-cream, sit on ion stairs, smoking, camwhoring(iwonderwhenwasthelasttimeiusedthisword!), laughing out reaaaally loud!&lt;br /&gt;seeeeeeee. being around with bestfriend, just the two of us is awesome! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TQX-BynnmMI/AAAAAAAABTY/qNbTY-t5he4/s1600/162891_160694530642425_100001056371457_311862_2215587_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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TQX-BynnmMI/AAAAAAAABTY/qNbTY-t5he4/s320/162891_160694530642425_100001056371457_311862_2215587_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550121422525274306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on friday night, again, i spent time with bestfriend. she was so hot but sadly she didnt bought any camera. if not, i could take her pictures you know. idk why we met but its because amira was bored and she took the advantage of meeting me after work. what we did? again, just chilling and exactly at the same spot as the previous night. and again, we did the same old thing! ohh and i met Ahpeng too. its funny when i texted him to turn his head to the left and his reaction was so excited asking his friends which is left and right. the cool part is that one of his friend is the guy both me &amp; amira been aiming at. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TQX-B4xOOZI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5esLueRc2m4/s1600/154354_160702363974975_100001056371457_312084_3946719_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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TQX-B4xOOZI/AAAAAAAABTQ/5esLueRc2m4/s320/154354_160702363974975_100001056371457_312084_3946719_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550121424176167314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;how about saturday night? amira again met me after work! kau tengok nyaaaaah. aku macam ader matair eh ader orang selalu jumper lepas kerje. hahaha. this time, amira also hot! saturday siaa. in town siaa. we thought orchard tak laku sebab the hunks and chicks pergi zoukout. check-check ader jugak yang belen-belen terselit-selit daerah town. hehe. btw, kiteorang tak miang eh pls. nie smuer untuk suka ria!&lt;br /&gt;amira brought along her camera so i become her photographer! padahal kan, mate aku dah koyak siol. 3 malam aku tahan tdo  asyik kena kerje morning shift jer. but amira nyer pasal, aku sanggup!&lt;br /&gt;last part paling best. we go scape park. no, bukan nak tengok jantan ehh. i want to take amira peektures. but then was amazed by the people there so we check out some people urh. we even made friends with one guy who was skating and sat beside us. i cut short urh the story. biler add kat fb kan, he happens to know my first sister and a whole lot huge story about them. haish small world. dah tu takper. sekali kan kite nampak ader lah seseorang. dah macam stalker sak duer-duer. *inside joke* happy you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TQX_1mvbubI/AAAAAAAABTo/mr77kFFpmv8/s1600/73491_152855131426365_100001056371457_267816_525524_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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TQX_1mvbubI/AAAAAAAABTo/mr77kFFpmv8/s320/73491_152855131426365_100001056371457_267816_525524_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550123412201650610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my whole intention of posting this is to share how much grateful i am to have a wonderful bestfriend! if the way i type make you guys think imma les, no dude! i am totally straight. aku nampak laki hot jer dah miang! no worries! ♥&lt;div 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/&gt;alhamdullilah i found one soon later. im currently working at Accessorize. i wont tell you guys the location :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remove my tagboard. so anything twitter or fb me. or probably i should do formspring? been thinking of doing one. insya allah when i have the free time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, im getting irritated with my face and i wonder when can it be back clean like before! i want to gain weight! i need to like eat unhealthy, fatty food but all these are just affecting my face! haiya. life is hard being me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually wanted to blog about how 2010 was for me. it totally sucks. i shall post this some other time. i will share you people how i live my life this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-8435170987168304690?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537227722254995618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i awesomely had a good time today because i met two people whom i really miss : Fiiyanaa and Alastair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we basically slack at civic mac altogether with Mason. &lt;br /&gt;i wonder why of all years/months/day/dates/hours/minutes/seconds, for the very first time i find Nur Amira Izzaty fucking irritating!&lt;br /&gt;shes cute and i love her but she totally irritates me!&lt;br /&gt;i was about to sit and she puts SUGAR onto my fries with an innocent evil face!&lt;br /&gt;CAN U EVER IMAGINE THAT??!&lt;br /&gt;fries with sugar?! i feel like im eating prata with sugar!&lt;br /&gt;ya allah sumpah boleh pengsan sia tolerate her prangai.&lt;br /&gt;haha! nak sepak kau kuat giler macamne aku sepak baby iya pun ader sia :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we talked loud like nobody business.&lt;br /&gt;heck care of others around us.&lt;br /&gt;we even talked about the "I have a dragon in my pussy!" &lt;br /&gt;took pictures and decided to move over to the civic park.&lt;br /&gt;just slacking talking crap and photo macam biasa jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to summarise it, i just miss yanaa a hell lot!&lt;br /&gt;we walked home together, and by the time to separate, hug her reaaaal tight and i feel like crying!&lt;br /&gt;sumpah aku rindu nie babi. &lt;br /&gt;at that moment, i could feel the distance apart we are now compared to the times we used to.&lt;br /&gt;soo looking forward for a real outing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-2953090707974691304?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/2953090707974691304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-1429739897839120306</id><published>2010-11-04T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T09:49:36.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we need a lil bit of rest.</title><content type='html'>im glad mum is back home and she's fine right now.&lt;br /&gt;well, not just she's fine. she looks really okay! &lt;br /&gt;haha weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so everyone was out early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;so i took this opportunity to cleaaaaan the house!&lt;br /&gt;rumah dah bersih brader! biasa lah, titik peluh sendiri :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called girlfriend izzaty but she's was outside and gg back home soon.&lt;br /&gt;im home alone and so bored.&lt;br /&gt;called saddam, sapp. they at ang mo kio accompanying rahmat highlight his hair.&lt;br /&gt;awesome. sachok urh mat take O level with that hair. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 6pm, met them at amk mrt and headed to city hall.&lt;br /&gt;we saw Japan ruggers. tinggi and sapau nak mampos lah sial.&lt;br /&gt;walked pass the nearest hotel then saw another group of Caucasian ruggers.&lt;br /&gt;aiseyman. if only there is no more O papers, aku turun tengok dorang punyer match.&lt;br /&gt;sumpah hot. then i saw a nigga! tak handsome tapi badan sapau!&lt;br /&gt;(okay cukup nad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the way accompanied mat do his shopping.&lt;br /&gt;dinner at kfc and then pool at ang mo kio.&lt;br /&gt;gerek bodoh! the place was crowded cause too many tables but worth it cause its cheap! &lt;br /&gt;not forgetting, there's cool music being played.&lt;br /&gt;siddiq did fist pump (feeling-feeling jersey shore) when the music "Im in Miami bitch!" is played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bus-ed home. bump to aideel and how i wish i would have met yanaa instead!&lt;br /&gt;sumpah aku kalau jumper nie anak aku peluk cium kuat-kuat sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had fun today. it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;but tomorrow gonna be stress back. &lt;br /&gt;it's study time! *say it in Pauly D way*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-1429739897839120306?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/1429739897839120306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=1429739897839120306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/1429739897839120306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/1429739897839120306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-7282767461174084003</id><published>2010-11-02T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T20:48:04.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh mother.</title><content type='html'>Syira: Kau asal balek lambat?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aper yang lambat. macam biase per.&lt;br /&gt;Kakak: Ibu is going to be hospitalised soon and none of her daughters are home early!          Aku baru balek. Kau pun baru balek. sekarang Sarah nie pulak yang belom balek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment Syira said the word "hospitalised", i feel weak. so i went into the room to check out my mum. &lt;br /&gt;she was coughing badly and had difficulties breathing.&lt;br /&gt;walao, im scared sia. scared of losing mum. &lt;br /&gt;its the same feeling like how mum was hospitalised due to dengue.&lt;br /&gt;god, save mum and dont take her away first can?&lt;br /&gt;amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-7282767461174084003?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/7282767461174084003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=7282767461174084003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/7282767461174084003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/7282767461174084003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-mother.html' title='oh mother.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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-2581458627042229676.post-928120121825377406</id><published>2010-11-01T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T10:47:53.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>formulas everywhere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TM70hzXfcrI/AAAAAAAABSI/bjiYEKpWHiA/s1600/33855_1465303711708_1206963911_31076953_4392014_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TM70hzXfcrI/AAAAAAAABSI/bjiYEKpWHiA/s400/33855_1465303711708_1206963911_31076953_4392014_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534629853646516914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;this is how we look like studying maths!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was over at fituwiie house! &lt;br /&gt;since tomorrow there's no paper, decided to teach dear cousin maths! &lt;br /&gt;okay. it was easy but! i must say Al-Irsyad use formulas that are confusing?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to explain but how i wish the students studied the same formulas as national school.&lt;br /&gt;that will be much easier for me to explain to cousin!&lt;br /&gt;and im sure enough she would have understand it better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fituwiie!!! you better better better study your formulas uh!&lt;br /&gt;IMPORTANT LIAO!&lt;br /&gt;if now you dah stressed, nanti O level lagi susah for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wak Man said since i teach his daughter maths, cousin can teach me Al-Quran,&lt;br /&gt;it sounds great. but.. lambat lah gitu aku nak response :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-928120121825377406?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/928120121825377406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=928120121825377406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/928120121825377406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/928120121825377406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/11/formulas-everywhere.html' title='formulas everywhere!'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TM70hzXfcrI/AAAAAAAABSI/bjiYEKpWHiA/s72-c/33855_1465303711708_1206963911_31076953_4392014_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-2521973881137232573</id><published>2010-10-30T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T12:15:20.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='botak favourite sedap dok.'/><title type='text'>i will be back for more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TMsarzynxMI/AAAAAAAABR4/XrgI6l9bOSw/s1600/68835_150216728356872_100001056371457_253265_1882223_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TMsarzynxMI/AAAAAAAABR4/XrgI6l9bOSw/s400/68835_150216728356872_100001056371457_253265_1882223_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533545907094013122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello people! i thought i would be mia till end of of O.&lt;br /&gt;but since i got bored and feels like blogging, so here i am!&lt;br /&gt;its exact 3am in the morning right now and i freshly awake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i must admit that i was not that fully prepared for O.&lt;br /&gt;because i did the same mistakes for English paper.&lt;br /&gt;and my maths is terrible! wasted marks gone everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;fail maths=no poly. sad case kan?&lt;br /&gt;but Malek told me to go rp and retake maths O.&lt;br /&gt;walao rp mendak sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for O to end! but im wondering do i deserve it?&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhh! who cares! i have the holidays on my hand and its mine!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna work and get money!&lt;br /&gt;i already planned what to buy for myself when i got pay.&lt;br /&gt;a camera! so its much easier instead of using others.&lt;br /&gt;ohh and i wanna cut my fringe once O is over! that is a must!&lt;br /&gt;other than that, i wanna gain weight! &lt;br /&gt;i hate to see my collarbones. they are like monster to me!&lt;br /&gt;and! i have strechmarks on my ass! the ugliest thing i ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to the gain and loss weight times -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i better sleep. wait, i miss yanaa and aini.&lt;br /&gt;orites. goodmornight everybody! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-2521973881137232573?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/2521973881137232573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=2521973881137232573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/2521973881137232573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/2521973881137232573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-will-be-back-for-more.html' title='i will be back for more.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TMsarzynxMI/AAAAAAAABR4/XrgI6l9bOSw/s72-c/68835_150216728356872_100001056371457_253265_1882223_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-1086943372673838940</id><published>2010-10-16T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T10:54:57.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i have innocent face and a pathetic attitude.</title><content type='html'>i wonder what mum will feel if she know i smoke.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what mum will feel if she know i ever club.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what mum will feel if she know stuffs i did she should never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if even my blood doesn't know my true colours, i wonder how will it be for you.&lt;br /&gt;i have my wild side that people do not see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rather be alone than hurting other people's feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-1086943372673838940?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/1086943372673838940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=1086943372673838940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/1086943372673838940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/1086943372673838940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-have-innocent-face-and-heartless.html' title='i have innocent face and a pathetic attitude.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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-2581458627042229676.post-1021139056133402174</id><published>2010-10-12T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T09:47:54.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Second Boyfriend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TLSOjaLr6pI/AAAAAAAABRo/qUiqjYi8sN0/s1600/31694_108037459241466_100001056371457_58094_8234866_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TLSOjaLr6pI/AAAAAAAABRo/qUiqjYi8sN0/s400/31694_108037459241466_100001056371457_58094_8234866_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527199381665344146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this girl up there! i sayang her many many you know!&lt;br /&gt;i think i sayang her more than Ben! opps! sorry baby.&lt;br /&gt;dont worry, you forever be permanent in my heart! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TLSRAnDf4cI/AAAAAAAABRw/oaV4HUjZCBY/s1600/61111_142945155750696_100001056371457_220825_6078232_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TLSRAnDf4cI/AAAAAAAABRw/oaV4HUjZCBY/s400/61111_142945155750696_100001056371457_220825_6078232_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527202082360123842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compare both picture! K, both pict i smile with my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;Look at my cheeks! The first pict was in May and my cheek so tembam.&lt;br /&gt;But the second pict was in September and my cheek is tembam-less?&lt;br /&gt;eee. i dont like liao. i dont wanna be skinny. &lt;br /&gt;im soo gonna gain weight during holidays! you wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-1021139056133402174?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/1021139056133402174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=1021139056133402174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/1021139056133402174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/1021139056133402174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-second-boyfriend.html' title='My Second Boyfriend.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TLSOjaLr6pI/AAAAAAAABRo/qUiqjYi8sN0/s72-c/31694_108037459241466_100001056371457_58094_8234866_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-8885461057072580887</id><published>2010-10-11T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T07:50:32.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>he is permanent.</title><content type='html'>i. must. not. skip. school. anymore.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didnt go to school again today. WAKE UP NAD!!! FEW DAYS TO O!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i didnt rot the whole day at home okay. i wrote notes and did my revision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess i should turn up for f&amp;amp;n night study tmr. hmm :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anw! nurherman is back and hes alive! i remembered on friday he said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "pray for my safety. maner tahu i tak balek alive ke. or i was admitted to the hospital ker."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;giler kan nie anak? if i go overseas, i would never think like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he said he will be back by Sunday.. so i waited up to 11pm and he still did not msg me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was worried at that point of time. but i knew it should be only traffic jammed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i woke up the next morning at 6am and i still did not receive any msg frm love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wondered why is he still not in Singapore. lucky by 630am, he text. that means hes home(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;later in the afternoon, we otp and he told me why he was late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was a massive traffic jam at Msia highway due to an &lt;b&gt;accident&lt;/b&gt; of a bus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg, im soo glad he was safe. remember when he said to me on friday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looks like he's good at predicting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i went to watch Berita at Suria. the accident that love told me appeared in tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i see the people lying on the floor covered with black sheets, i felt so glad that love was not one of the victim. thank god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wondered how it will be like if love left me just like that? i will be crying like hell!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alhamdullilah, your whole family is back safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cant bear or imagine if love not with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love you too much boyfie♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-8885461057072580887?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/8885461057072580887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=8885461057072580887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/8885461057072580887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/8885461057072580887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/10/he-is-permanent.html' title='he is permanent.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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-2581458627042229676.post-5152754119551933068</id><published>2010-10-09T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T11:45:54.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im blinded by love</title><content type='html'>the moment i woke up, i receive a long text msg from Ben. he's on his way to KL.&lt;div&gt;damn, im gonna spent this weekend without him. hope he's having fun! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;i feel bad. things that happened yesterday keep on playing back in my mind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;i felt so mean and evil. how could i be so heartless?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;but im sorry i have to disappoint you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;cause i've planned this so much earlier back then.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-5152754119551933068?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/5152754119551933068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=5152754119551933068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/5152754119551933068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/5152754119551933068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-blinded-by-love.html' title='im blinded by love'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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-2581458627042229676.post-5282350764096311683</id><published>2010-10-04T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T09:20:44.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th on the 4th ♥</title><content type='html'>dear NurHerman,&lt;div&gt;as much as i know, and i bet you should know as well,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; i love you too much&lt;/span&gt; and thats all that matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's been 4 months now, and things has been good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i never thought i could stay this long with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 months was sure fast. or should i say 2 years was even faster?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. sometimes i think maybe you came at the right time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but sometimes i thought maybe you came too early or maybe you came too late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but after this 4 months, that doesnt really matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we might have some bad times, but what i realised, we can solve that issue and turn back to normal within minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first date sure changes everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry for anything and thank you for everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love you alot &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mwahhh &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&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/2581458627042229676-5282350764096311683?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/5282350764096311683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=5282350764096311683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/5282350764096311683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/5282350764096311683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/10/4th-on-4th.html' title='4th on the 4th ♥'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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-2581458627042229676.post-5260479409034547714</id><published>2010-09-20T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T09:53:53.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAIR GROWS NAD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hari Raya 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TJY-kgHIFNI/AAAAAAAABRY/PqLhHBG3GV4/s400/6819_142959874790_714759790_2444703_5431163_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518667190205158610" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hari Raya 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TJY-lFY7DDI/AAAAAAAABRg/oX9wawzHVsM/s1600/46807_1440925902278_1206963911_31028074_3506015_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TJY-lFY7DDI/AAAAAAAABRg/oX9wawzHVsM/s1600/46807_1440925902278_1206963911_31028074_3506015_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TJY-lFY7DDI/AAAAAAAABRg/oX9wawzHVsM/s400/46807_1440925902278_1206963911_31028074_3506015_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518667200211913778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOOK AND COMPARE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hair was longer than Sarah last year raya. And this year we're totally the opposite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She got long hair now while mine medium length.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woahhh, not fair! i want my hair back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pfft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-5260479409034547714?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/5260479409034547714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=5260479409034547714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/5260479409034547714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/5260479409034547714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/09/hair-grows-nad.html' title='HAIR GROWS NAD!'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TJY-kgHIFNI/AAAAAAAABRY/PqLhHBG3GV4/s72-c/6819_142959874790_714759790_2444703_5431163_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-8584426354378459451</id><published>2010-09-19T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T07:26:52.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wear makeup for five days straight=worsen face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;my god! i just realised i gone out 4 days straight! and plus tmr raya outing with classmates, make that 5!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TJYYsCd_fEI/AAAAAAAABQ4/tiEdycb7_8s/s400/resident+evil.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 174px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518625538245098562" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thurday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we had history and f&amp;amp;n paper. i did not study the night before. i started study one essay qns for history during assembly which is only about 20 minutes. thanks to my brain, i jot down whatever i could rmb. thought of just doing one essay but to impress Mr Alawdeen that i make used of two papers, i did another essay which only has two paragraph with three lines each. awesome! (Y) f&amp;amp;n? who cares. im used getting F9 for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;home and get changed. met Ben to watch Residents Evil 3D. i like action movies but somehow dont really favourite them. but somehow! the movie was good. i love bang bang bang! power!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TJYZp6pgBgI/AAAAAAAABRA/yf0jmypCCb0/s400/DSCI0631.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518626601297774082" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is no prelim paper=no school. im soo damn bored at home. ibu and sarah are like damn sick and nenek is irritating fcuk like always. this makes me feel more than sick if i continue staying at home. i wanna go out so badly, i bring baby iya along. not forgetting my to mummies-Ika &amp;amp; Izzat! we also had more two more child for that day. hah. all we did was just walking around town. it wasnt that fun but at long as i didnt have to make myself stay home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TJYajVttGlI/AAAAAAAABRI/pbpSQ-dKClw/s400/DSCI0608.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518627587815709266" /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its Darwin Open house! at first i didnt wanna go. furthermore my family will be gg out raya over my aunt for bbq. so in the morning, i met Ben to have lunch at admiralty Mac. once home, i decided to go Darwin OH since my family were sleeping. after the OH, we slack under his blk. i waited 2hrs fr my parents to pick me up. once i received a call, sister told me that they have forgotten about me and has already reach my aunt house which is at Aloha Loyang. THANKS ALOT EH. nabei. fml. i feel so sad sia. since theres no plan, we all decided to go for pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TJYajiVfDUI/AAAAAAAABRQ/mrNSDW1W1a4/s400/torres_1_1600x1200.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518627591203786050" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sister told me how much fun they had over my aunt the day before. cb. my aunt just bought pool table in her house and everyone played. as usual, dad was the champion. i feel so jealous! i should have been there playing with family instead of friends. how sad. today, Ben wanted to buy soccer boot at Queenstown. so of course, i would love to accompany him. we had lunch and walked around Anchorpoint. taxi home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man U vs Liverpool tonight. if Liverpool kalah pun takper, i still love Fernando Torres &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BESOK RAYA! AKU TAK SABAR! BYEEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-8584426354378459451?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/8584426354378459451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=8584426354378459451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/8584426354378459451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/8584426354378459451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-wear-makeup-for-five-days.html' title='i wear makeup for five days straight=worsen face.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TJYYsCd_fEI/AAAAAAAABQ4/tiEdycb7_8s/s72-c/resident+evil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-7019255068967223956</id><published>2010-09-16T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T08:42:57.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all grown up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TJI63kjBZyI/AAAAAAAABQw/EF6kB0qH80k/s1600/fit2-vert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TJI63kjBZyI/AAAAAAAABQw/EF6kB0qH80k/s400/fit2-vert.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517537219860064034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;because i was bored, i did this. people, meet my cousin Fitri Maisurah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eh ti, dulu kecik-kecik kiter so rapat but now dah besar macam malu-malu meow plk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kenape eh? i think i know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;biler kecik-kecik, we used to have family gathering like camping at pasir ris park or go jalan raya as a big group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but now? semuer family busy with own things. aye, bored you know like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wished we could have fun like we had during small.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anw, sorry i used the gambar. cause kiteorg takder gambar lain yang baru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohh and im still surprised to see the new print we took in 2004. pergi cwp buat aper ntah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-7019255068967223956?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/7019255068967223956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=7019255068967223956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/7019255068967223956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/7019255068967223956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/09/all-grown-up.html' title='all grown up.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TJI63kjBZyI/AAAAAAAABQw/EF6kB0qH80k/s72-c/fit2-vert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-4331679657348086560</id><published>2010-09-13T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T02:29:57.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this was something on 3rd day of raya.&lt;div&gt;to those who know the Kardashian Family, we trying to act like one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the similiar part is that Syira has Kourtney's life : a mother to one. Sarah has Khloe longgg hair and big size. Me? i wish to be Kim but my hair was more to Kourtney's on that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;video to become Kardahsians failed!&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;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-30372fc3c890f59" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=4331679657348086560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/4331679657348086560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/4331679657348086560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-was-something-on-3rd-day-of-raya.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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-2581458627042229676.post-6210987922797417254</id><published>2010-09-03T08:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T08:46:16.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NurHerman.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dear Herman, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i know you must be wondering why i've avoided you for the past 24hrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i know you were waiting for my reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i know you were wishing and never stop hoping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&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="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i'm sorry i won't be able to be there on your special day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the reason i avoided you was to keep this hard feeling inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i've suffered too much pain after what happened to me that affects the whole family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;to make it worse, i don't know how to deal these with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i was hoping for your understanding but somehow you made me feel more miserable than what i thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i could feel that i was a failure to you, it seem to be like always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&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="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;don't need to be sorry, cause you're not in the wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;if only i didn't start the fight with grandma, ibu wouldn't have got mad at me and i could already have the freedom to go out and celebrate with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&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="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;pls don't post such things like - you die on 4 sept or asking if anybody wants to go out with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;it made me feel like you trying to tell people that the person you love won't celebrate with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;because people does not know what's exactly the things going on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;it made me feel like imma such a huge disappointment to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&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="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i'm sorry i have to post the here. somehow public that people could read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i didn't mean to complain things here but i don't dare to tell you these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&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="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;don't feel bad anymore cause i'm already okay right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;wait for my call aites! it be seconds away from now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&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="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the whole intention of posting this was to wish you a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Sweet 17 Birthday Herman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&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="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;May you grow a year older and wiser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Things may not come your way now, but i'm sure it will one da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&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="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;oh yeah, not forgetting our 3rd monthsary ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;iloveyou.&lt;/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/2581458627042229676-6210987922797417254?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/6210987922797417254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=6210987922797417254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/6210987922797417254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/6210987922797417254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/09/nurherman.html' title='NurHerman.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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-2581458627042229676.post-8548246744896097581</id><published>2010-08-20T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T10:52:16.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>miracles</title><content type='html'>i have to say i had a really good friday.&lt;br /&gt;people say "thank god it's friday". &lt;br /&gt;but i say "thank god for the friday" i had today.&lt;br /&gt;miracles was by my side today all along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it first started during f&amp;n remedial. i told dearest ben i end remedial at 5pm. when all the students in the kitchen, i asked aine what time we will end remedial today and compared to last week. she said "last week finished at 5 plus.. almost 6. dont be surprise." i was like wth? i told ben i end at 5pm and will rush myself home and get change for breakfast together. i started cursing teacher for such late release. i went up to haizel to make psycho teacher to release us early. haizel wished to do so, but he wouldnt dare much. i was doing my work and keep checking for time. at 445pm, i just couldnt think of how im gg to tell ben about my late release. the moment i was thinking about it, god came by and save me. he brought miracle! at 458pm, teacher said to the whole class, "alright. shut all the windows and push in your chairs." omg! god actually listened to my prayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next thing is i didnt tell mum i was gg out for breakfast. oh well, what to do. my phone bill has not yet paid. even if i tell her, i knew she wouldnt let me go out since last night i went out to celebrate ain's bday when she didnt actually let me to. so i just went off and planned to tell mum once i meet ben(since i need a hp to text). i was at the traffic light when i see this familiar plate number on a car. sappp! my mother! i thought she didnt see me but as i crossed the road, my phone was ringing. a call from mum. she asked questions like, "where you going?" "with who?" "at where?" and ended the call with "okay. bye." i say this miracle too cause i was expecting her to scold me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after makan, i went to the toilet while ben waited for me outside. after im done, he asked why my phone couldnt get through. i check my phone and there is no network at all. all i know is i wanna cry. this means since i didnt pay phone bill, i cannot received phonecalls or even text messages): in my mind, how the hell am i gg to contact dearest ben? as we went towards traffic light, i check my phone again. i could see some network and asked ben to try calling again. and yes, my phone did ring! i called this a miracle! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh. singapore is just too small. we are connected everywhere. i saw primary sch mate and ben saw his ex gf, who was actually sitting together with my primary sch mate! it was kinda awkward but we ignored. but then until i asked for her name, i actually know his ex! hahh, coincidence. singapore urhh. small sangat lahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;anw, i had great night today. things were awesome. and the comments from my ex(s) were true. i have to say im blessed to have Herman! ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-8548246744896097581?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/8548246744896097581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=8548246744896097581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/8548246744896097581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/8548246744896097581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/08/miracles.html' title='miracles'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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-2581458627042229676.post-6158713110689610032</id><published>2010-08-15T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T04:17:24.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You're just a manager, not an organizer. &lt;br /&gt;Don't think everything you plan will go well.&lt;br /&gt;You always think whatever you do is right.&lt;br /&gt;You always think whatever you say is correct.&lt;br /&gt;I've suffer this throughout my life.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you today. I don't give a damn even if you treat me kfc last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-6158713110689610032?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/6158713110689610032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=6158713110689610032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/6158713110689610032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/6158713110689610032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/08/youre-just-manager-not-organizer.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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-2581458627042229676.post-3182739677683145889</id><published>2010-08-11T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T08:19:37.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ramadhan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TGJg-rorndI/AAAAAAAABQY/MIt5gXjX-No/s1600/IMG0037.jpg"&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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TGJg-rorndI/AAAAAAAABQY/MIt5gXjX-No/s320/IMG0037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504068324581678546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;SELAMAT MENJALANKAN PUASE PADA BULAN RAMADHAN INI!&lt;br /&gt;jauhkan diri anda dari segale maksiat! ^^&lt;br /&gt;dan bersabarlah banyak-banyak apabila dilanda berbagai cabaran!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saper-saper ader hal dengan muke aku kat atas tuh. sabar yer! nak carik pasal, tunggu lepas habes puase! okay merepek, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-3182739677683145889?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/3182739677683145889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=3182739677683145889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/3182739677683145889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/3182739677683145889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadhan.html' title='ramadhan'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TGJg-rorndI/AAAAAAAABQY/MIt5gXjX-No/s72-c/IMG0037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-2009208273276474292</id><published>2010-08-09T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T01:18:41.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>singapore's 45th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TGJcx4uUd6I/AAAAAAAABQQ/z-NOf3ZtLQc/s1600/09082010122.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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TGJcx4uUd6I/AAAAAAAABQQ/z-NOf3ZtLQc/s320/09082010122.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504063706710177698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TGJcxvNxMrI/AAAAAAAABQI/RjYzdnqfvDk/s1600/09082010125.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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TGJcxvNxMrI/AAAAAAAABQI/RjYzdnqfvDk/s320/09082010125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504063704157729458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna start with how irritating my family were. firstly, thanks a lot sarah who wore my long necklace and for bringing the makeup pallet. of course both me and syira got mad because there werent any eyeshadow to put on! it all started with mum who cause everything in the house to be chaotic! i dont wanna elaborate this part.&lt;br /&gt;then followed with dad who have the thought in mind that im gg clubbing. just because i was wearing black panty hose. whaddahell -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met ben under the block. somehow i feel awkward and malu just like first date. hah. idk why. we went to eat Swensens Buffet at ION. Awesome! but not so awesome cause we went rounding for 3 times searching for the shop. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad we didnt have camera, so no pictures taken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh! and i saw Nabil from fuchun primary. not to forget, i saw Aini! and yes, i miss her like fuck. we had a damn tight hug in the middle of raffles link(?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch fireworkkkkks! tunggu countdown pulak pah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-2009208273276474292?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/2009208273276474292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=2009208273276474292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/2009208273276474292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/2009208273276474292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/08/singapores-45th.html' title='singapore&apos;s 45th.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TGJcx4uUd6I/AAAAAAAABQQ/z-NOf3ZtLQc/s72-c/09082010122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-8823405280257089249</id><published>2010-08-06T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T23:33:31.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I call this good friday.</title><content type='html'>today was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;we celebrated National Day in school. i must say this year is the best National Day celebration ever! idk why but i could feel the spirit around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 2pm, met my beloved Malay Dancers(sec 4s) together with Cikgu Iswani, Cikgu Baizura and Papa! best of all i met the alumni: Bella, Atiqah and Nani! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;it was totally awesome that we get to gather around and had lunch at Breeks. i must say i was full eating half way of my pasta. too full that i even feel like vomiting out. i even ordered myself nutella milkshake(Y). we had quite a few pichas taken but nobody upload it yet):&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna thank Cikgu Iswani for treating us all! And great surprise from Cikgu Baizura who actually made the effort to create a key chain with our name on it! Thanks alot! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone separated so i decided to join my friends who were eating at Rasa-Rasa. we then planned to play pool for two hours! slacked for awhile and then homeee.&lt;br /&gt;i had fun! it was a great Friday! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-8823405280257089249?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/8823405280257089249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=8823405280257089249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/8823405280257089249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/8823405280257089249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-call-this-good-friday.html' title='I call this good friday.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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-2581458627042229676.post-2881704160636198567</id><published>2010-08-04T03:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T04:06:31.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we reach 2nd!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TFlIB-EFnhI/AAAAAAAABPQ/qtvQhevKEWs/s1600/04082010083.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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TFlIB-EFnhI/AAAAAAAABPQ/qtvQhevKEWs/s320/04082010083.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501507618486984210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK UP!&lt;br /&gt;wahhh guy above! the veins all sticking out! i cair you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna know a secret? i still cant believe im being around with herman.&lt;br /&gt;every time i stare at his face, i will say, "eh herman". &lt;br /&gt;somehow to make myself that dream can turn to reality.&lt;br /&gt;it all started two years ago and here we are♥&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-2881704160636198567?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/2881704160636198567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=2881704160636198567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/2881704160636198567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/2881704160636198567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-reach-2nd.html' title='we reach 2nd!'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TFlIB-EFnhI/AAAAAAAABPQ/qtvQhevKEWs/s72-c/04082010083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-5337104440052268526</id><published>2010-08-01T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T04:10:03.341-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures at fb.'/><title type='text'>my best saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TFlKc4IQi4I/AAAAAAAABQA/zROm3-AWUfQ/s1600/40644_412831561341_719276341_4724978_6233902_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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TFlKc4IQi4I/AAAAAAAABQA/zROm3-AWUfQ/s320/40644_412831561341_719276341_4724978_6233902_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501510279773588354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TFlKcsBYFMI/AAAAAAAABP4/TD_CI7Qgtws/s1600/40644_412831541341_719276341_4724974_4962350_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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TFlKcsBYFMI/AAAAAAAABP4/TD_CI7Qgtws/s320/40644_412831541341_719276341_4724974_4962350_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501510276523496642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a very long time since i go out on saturdays. When i say saturdays, it means heading to town area. So i did whatever i've been told to. I must say its troublesome. First thing was to buy season parking charges. I used to buy it though AXS station. But theres something wrong and i had to go to its branch office itself. Weird thing there was no record of me buying the season parking before. Walao. Panicked sia. I couldnt even call mum): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we proceed to courts to pay outstanding bills. I couldnt wait any longer and finally both me and ben get ourselves out of cwp! We went to bugis and had lunch. Accompanied him to bras basah and bought guitar stuffs. We walked to Marina by then. Had our names in waiting list for bowling. Bought Street Dance movie tickets in two hours advance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowling was fun! I start the opening with a strike^^ too good urh i think. Haha! And its the best time i played bowling cause i scored strike about 3times. Wee. Oh yeah, ben scored strike too. But somehow he manage to score higher than me by one point. Hahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Street Dance movie was awesomezxzx! The good thing is we had the last row seat. The bad thing is i didnt had my spcs with me. Bohoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because i need to put parking coupon, both me and ben chill for awhile in the car. And i did drive forward and reverse which mum and dad wont allowed me to. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-5337104440052268526?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/5337104440052268526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=5337104440052268526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/5337104440052268526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/5337104440052268526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-best-saturday.html' title='my best saturday'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TFlKc4IQi4I/AAAAAAAABQA/zROm3-AWUfQ/s72-c/40644_412831561341_719276341_4724978_6233902_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-5397743450994547071</id><published>2010-07-30T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T18:51:12.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when mum leaving.</title><content type='html'>i made a record today. this was the longest time i had my school uniform on. i wore it from 7am all the way up to 1am. how nice. not!&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to mum because i accompanied her to cwp after remedial. we spent hours looking for shoe, toiletries and make up for her last minute preparation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as soon as i got back home, being a good daughter, i helped her packed her luggage. i was still in my uniform at that point of time. then idk why but i was having the mood to clean the house. so i did and i realised the time was 12am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was soo kecoh having to takeover my parents responsibilities. i was in charge of everything. i had paper and pen jot down things that are need to be done within these five days of their absence. i had mum's atm card (wohoo!) and the car's key. if only i could drive, i could have send them to the airport tmr. dad inform me that i must start the engine and leave it for ten minutes on sunday and tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: make sure kau buat tau.&lt;br /&gt;mum: eh ajak sarah sekali lah. dier kan nak kena blaja.&lt;br /&gt;dad: ah ye! jangan nak macam-macam! nanti dier nak cuba bawak smuer.&lt;br /&gt;mum: eh takde! nie huh si kecik nie(me) dah pandai buat main.&lt;br /&gt;me: haha! alahh setakat gi depan ngn reverse je per. itupun kat carpark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad was soo confident of not wanting sarah to handle the car. he is worried sarah might wanna try driving it but then check-check im the one yang selame nie asyik try-try. hehe ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are a lot of bills needed to pay asap. after i count the total bills, fuhh! i terkejut you! imagine if i were to be an adult someday. i wonder how i settle these financial issues. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-5397743450994547071?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/5397743450994547071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=5397743450994547071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/5397743450994547071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/5397743450994547071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-mum-leaving.html' title='when mum leaving.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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-2581458627042229676.post-5045971745189972667</id><published>2010-07-20T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T08:28:34.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a night to remember</title><content type='html'>i congratulate Cathay in celebrating 75 years anni and thanks for giving away free tickets! like of course, i decided to watch movie with dearest ben.&lt;br /&gt;but the ticket are for first come first serve! so ben had to go book the tickets first while i get back home and change. i wanted to watch The Blood Pledge but then Azizi said the movie was more to love than scary movie. i had no choice but to pick Eclipse, 630pm show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living in Singapore, you have to expect the kiasu people and so i got to know that the queuing line was up till the escalator and available movie was Eclipse and some other M18 shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thennn, Eclipse movie was avalable at 915pm! both ben and i bought bubble tea and walk around cwp. there were quite a few inside jokes that happened. we literally could not stop laughing. we spent more than two hours wasting time before movie starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one more thing, IM NOT A TWILIGHT FAN. I DONT TALK TWILIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;so that also means i dont understand the show! haha. free ticket saper heran.&lt;br /&gt;the show was soo long and i couldnt stand the cold. toilet first thing in mind!&lt;br /&gt;home after midnight and i had a great night! ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-5045971745189972667?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/5045971745189972667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=5045971745189972667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/5045971745189972667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/5045971745189972667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/07/night-to-remember.html' title='a night to remember'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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-2581458627042229676.post-4638971778092142655</id><published>2010-07-11T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T22:42:50.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIFA and fever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;SPAIN! SEPAYOL! ESPAYOL!&lt;br /&gt;I KNEW IT THEY WILL WIN! &lt;br /&gt;WOOT WOOT!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the game was exciting. Because of the big, muscular, fierce referee that was incharge!&lt;br /&gt;Yellow card here and there when it was only 20mins played.&lt;br /&gt;I was quite sad when there was no Fernando Torres but thank godness to the additional timing given.&lt;br /&gt;But poor him, got injured. But still, he's handsome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: handsome sgt ke Torres? tak handsome jer. Ronaldo lagi handsome.&lt;br /&gt;me: eh! handsome per. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronaldo might be more handsome but perangai is a no-no.&lt;br /&gt;I watch it in the living room with dad and his friend.&lt;br /&gt;Because of the looong timing, both men fall asleep -.-&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to me for shouting "GOAL" out loud that both of them woke up. hehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now I cant believe that im typing this(talking about soccer??).&lt;br /&gt;Ohh btw Im at polyclinic right now. Ohh well, poly and long queues.&lt;br /&gt;Thank mum who picked me up in school just now. I wonder what classmates are doing.&lt;br /&gt;So long people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im meeting ben in the evening fr a short while.&lt;br /&gt;i cant deny a week of separation is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;i swear i miss him alot and can never stop saying it! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-4638971778092142655?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/4638971778092142655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=4638971778092142655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/4638971778092142655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/4638971778092142655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/07/fifa-and-fever.html' title='FIFA and fever.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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-2581458627042229676.post-2359906943635193089</id><published>2010-07-10T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T09:23:23.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mr charming.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TDibzwytGII/AAAAAAAABPA/HZWbtvabORU/s1600/tumblr_l3lu5pAVv01qza6kro1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TDibzwytGII/AAAAAAAABPA/HZWbtvabORU/s320/tumblr_l3lu5pAVv01qza6kro1_500.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492311059151526018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;i get this everytime i meet you. &lt;br /&gt;and i love it(:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-2359906943635193089?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/2359906943635193089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=2359906943635193089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/2359906943635193089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/2359906943635193089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/07/mr-charming.html' title='mr charming.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TDibzwytGII/AAAAAAAABPA/HZWbtvabORU/s72-c/tumblr_l3lu5pAVv01qza6kro1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-389488170928186429</id><published>2010-06-30T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T08:23:14.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survival</title><content type='html'>first of all, I respect Allah's decision for not letting me have fun this Saturday. I'm sure there's good reason why both me and Ben cannot meet each other on Saturday (boohoo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but! I'm super happy today cause I got to meet mr ben after few days not meeting him^^ he accompanied me to the library to do homework. Good help on copying the answers for me. Ohh ohh! And someone got fooled by me. I know imma good actress. &lt;br /&gt;I said to him, "You percaye tak kalau I kate I pernah pegi abortion?" &lt;br /&gt;and dear ben give a shocking response! HAHAHA! Check out the face bro!&lt;br /&gt;Even though there's no tears rolling down his cheeks, I know there was tears kept in his eyes (because he looked down and wipe his eyes). Huahua! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-389488170928186429?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/389488170928186429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=389488170928186429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/389488170928186429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/389488170928186429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/06/survival.html' title='Survival'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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-2581458627042229676.post-4410969052100554288</id><published>2010-06-27T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T05:09:22.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i want my ben.</title><content type='html'>i say byebye june holidays.&lt;br /&gt;12 weeks ahead.&lt;br /&gt;but before that, ya allah please make my saturday.&lt;br /&gt;amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-4410969052100554288?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/4410969052100554288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=4410969052100554288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/4410969052100554288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/4410969052100554288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-say-byebye-june-holidays.html' title='i want my ben.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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-2581458627042229676.post-5941728195803497039</id><published>2010-06-18T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T11:28:15.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We rock the town with a baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TB0LNiGZmxI/AAAAAAAABO4/xqvNKQ1yEtY/s1600/35581_1490824952011_1275603389_1328120_685793_n.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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TB0LNiGZmxI/AAAAAAAABO4/xqvNKQ1yEtY/s320/35581_1490824952011_1275603389_1328120_685793_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484552248326986514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;BIG thanks to my girls who became mummies for the day!&lt;br /&gt;i can be bored to death taking care of this little baby alone yknow.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-5941728195803497039?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/5941728195803497039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=5941728195803497039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/5941728195803497039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/5941728195803497039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-rock-town-with-baby.html' title='We rock the town with a baby.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TB0LNiGZmxI/AAAAAAAABO4/xqvNKQ1yEtY/s72-c/35581_1490824952011_1275603389_1328120_685793_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-5742189207735655236</id><published>2010-06-16T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T07:16:02.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE THE MOST IRRITATING DADDY.</title><content type='html'>i was waken up by dad who told me to bathe iya and take care of her. i was like whaddahell? i straight away told dad hell no im taking care of her and i will send her to nenek. dad say no need to cause mum will come back in a moment to go jb and bring iya along. i had no choice but to bathe, give breakfast and entertain her. i waited for hours and i knew dad must have lied to me about the jb situation. i called mum to know the truth. mum said, "ehh takde lah. kenape?" i knew it! ayah tipu! tipu tipu tipu!&lt;br /&gt;grr. mum came back home and we went to eat pizzahut at mums workplace. wohoo.&lt;br /&gt;in the car suddenly dad ask me bonus qns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Kalau b kahwin, nak ayah carikan laki tak?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eee. Tak nak uh. Unless kalau b dah 22 beh takde matair, tu baru ayah nak carikan boleh uhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha! prangai layankan siaa nad. anw, i was still hungry so i asked dad for famous amos. we went to the library while waiting for mum to get back by 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Nak bace buku kena dalam hati eh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ah uh lah. Ni kan library. Kena senyap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeee. irritating kan this pak jamal. ask stupid qns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TBoqgzUm0pI/AAAAAAAABOw/MT9BNekFgTg/s1600/13049_186396249790_714759790_2775936_4812160_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TBoqgzUm0pI/AAAAAAAABOw/MT9BNekFgTg/s320/13049_186396249790_714759790_2775936_4812160_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483742239297819282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANW! AMIRA IZZATY! i know i told you i wanna post something right? but i macam nak tulis sini but then i pikir tak nak gitu. hehehe! low profile lah kononnyer! take note of what i text you! love you babe! ♥ (feels like kissing you soo hard like in the picture!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh btw i just realised how loooooooooong my hair is in the picture above. but that is just super long. when can my hair grow? no, i dont miss that super long hair. i just want my hair to grow fast. i wanna see how my natural hair looks like. cmon hair, grow fast okay? i promise i take care of you. okay dah merepek. byeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-5742189207735655236?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/5742189207735655236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=5742189207735655236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/5742189207735655236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/5742189207735655236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-have-most-irritating-daddy.html' title='I HAVE THE MOST IRRITATING DADDY.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TBoqgzUm0pI/AAAAAAAABOw/MT9BNekFgTg/s72-c/13049_186396249790_714759790_2775936_4812160_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-9097460867151891929</id><published>2010-06-15T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T11:03:52.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imissherman.'/><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>hello people. &lt;br /&gt;we played bowling and both draw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TBfAdPhe28I/AAAAAAAABOo/zIwkDV3_kqE/s1600/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TBfAdPhe28I/AAAAAAAABOo/zIwkDV3_kqE/s320/cats.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483062679962573762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im too lazy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;anw, proceed to Herman's blog.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-9097460867151891929?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/9097460867151891929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=9097460867151891929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/9097460867151891929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/9097460867151891929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='♥'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TBfAdPhe28I/AAAAAAAABOo/zIwkDV3_kqE/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-9068563001140991635</id><published>2010-06-11T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T13:30:45.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Killers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TBKYi6XRSnI/AAAAAAAABOg/tHHrkMWQ22s/s1600/11062010137.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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TBKYi6XRSnI/AAAAAAAABOg/tHHrkMWQ22s/s320/11062010137.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481611422013147762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate june holidays. &lt;br /&gt;like Mr Vik said, its gonna be a different june holiday from the past few years.&lt;br /&gt;looks like mum agree with the above sentence. &lt;br /&gt;first week was spent with remedials everyday.&lt;br /&gt;second week, was the week that i can go out for outings.&lt;br /&gt;third and fourth week, is planned by mum to make sure i do revision.&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeeeeee boring boring boring!&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know for own good. but i dont likeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, watch Killers with Herman today.&lt;br /&gt;my husband is in the movie. and the badan, fuhh!&lt;br /&gt;like someone staircase *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye. &lt;br /&gt;movie time -Kill Bill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-9068563001140991635?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/9068563001140991635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=9068563001140991635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/9068563001140991635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/9068563001140991635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/06/killers.html' title='Killers.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TBKYi6XRSnI/AAAAAAAABOg/tHHrkMWQ22s/s72-c/11062010137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-5412673273393537075</id><published>2010-06-05T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T00:34:43.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I chose date over coursework camp. Duh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TAn4RMgmBaI/AAAAAAAABOY/O_YYMVDLrMM/s1600/28518_1358530963653_1242894331_31099510_1433664_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TAn4RMgmBaI/AAAAAAAABOY/O_YYMVDLrMM/s320/28518_1358530963653_1242894331_31099510_1433664_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479183395972318626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Herman and went to watch Wan's perfromance at Victoria Theatre.&lt;br /&gt;We planned of eating LJS but I had the feeling the shop has closed down.&lt;br /&gt;But somebody confident two weeks ago the shop still there. Check-check takder! :D&lt;br /&gt;We end up eating at Macdonalds. Walked towards esplanade and waited for his friends, Khairudy, Kai Ting and Heed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting of performance was great but I couldnt really get it what the rest of the performance were. Headed back to esplanade and chill at rooftop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herman made me stressed throughout whole journey from City Hall to Woodlands for this guessing game.&lt;br /&gt;But still, thanks Herman for sending me back home(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-5412673273393537075?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/5412673273393537075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=5412673273393537075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/5412673273393537075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/5412673273393537075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-chose-date-over-coursework-camp-duh.html' title='I chose date over coursework camp. Duh!'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/TAn4RMgmBaI/AAAAAAAABOY/O_YYMVDLrMM/s72-c/28518_1358530963653_1242894331_31099510_1433664_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-3359869069202802575</id><published>2010-05-27T11:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T12:42:11.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sports Carnival in school was okay.&lt;br /&gt;There were too many dragonflies in the field that distracted us from doing mass exercising.&lt;br /&gt;I was only excited for B boys soccer team.&lt;br /&gt;We got back our results and have to say it's a bad bad result slip to look at.&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to join friends to Woodlands Waterfront but then I followed Dad to MINDS.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. My dad's favourite.&lt;br /&gt;But then at night, mum drove me to Waterfront with family.&lt;br /&gt;I called Ika but friends no longer there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im bored lah! I want Magnum! Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S_7Kq2Xm0wI/AAAAAAAABOQ/AXkY8vqO-Cs/s1600/31694_108035449241667_100001056371457_57989_6800913_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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S_7Kq2Xm0wI/AAAAAAAABOQ/AXkY8vqO-Cs/s320/31694_108035449241667_100001056371457_57989_6800913_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476037034426946306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-3359869069202802575?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/3359869069202802575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=3359869069202802575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/3359869069202802575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/3359869069202802575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/05/sports-carnival-in-school-was-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S_7Kq2Xm0wI/AAAAAAAABOQ/AXkY8vqO-Cs/s72-c/31694_108035449241667_100001056371457_57989_6800913_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-700711691169000816</id><published>2010-05-22T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T05:36:45.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore's Women Association Flag Day</title><content type='html'>I must I'm grateful to do the cip by collecting donation. &lt;br /&gt;It was my first time doing this. Our first spot was the FairPrice but nothing work out.&lt;br /&gt;We headed to the mrt station but there were many other schools doing the same colletion. &lt;br /&gt;I started to have the first money donated by myself. It was hard for what I realized is i'm scared to approach people.&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdullilah the first person was a Chinese guy(hot looking too). &lt;br /&gt;Next, we decided to head down to bus interchange. This where we collected more donations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After feeling tired, I went up to Cwp. As I was walking, people shout out my name.&lt;br /&gt;How happy I was to meet my wonderful Cotton On workers! I knew it I would have met them.&lt;br /&gt;It's Saturday, meeting day. Sheeda hugged me, miss her alot! Forced them to donate and I got to meet Noh who used to be working in PS.&lt;br /&gt;She still remebered me and she's still Nicole :D&lt;br /&gt;I thought of followng them for breakfast at Mac but then decided to meet the rest and continue collecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syasya, Hidayah and I decided to go to Qhairah's house instead.&lt;br /&gt;Since then, we stopped collecting. Chilled at her house and a great thank you to her mum for treating us Macdonalds! (:&lt;br /&gt;When it reaached 1pm, we gave back our tins and surprisingly we were given 2 dollars as a gift for helping out.&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdullilah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was worth it to do this cip. Syasya, u should thank me for waking and forcing you up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-700711691169000816?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/700711691169000816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=700711691169000816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/700711691169000816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/700711691169000816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/05/singapores-women-association-flag-day.html' title='Singapore&apos;s Women Association Flag Day'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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-2581458627042229676.post-5317342090459107468</id><published>2010-05-18T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T07:54:18.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel weird posting using iPhone right now. I wonder how long it will take me to post this.&lt;br /&gt;There's no connection fr the laptop. It's been days since I check out my fb.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I should say that I got a haircut and I like the length. You can view pictures at Amira's fb or my profile pict.&lt;br /&gt;I had mc today and it doesn't make a different. Exams results are out and bad marks are expected. &lt;br /&gt;Intensive Malay classes starts tmr. I do wanna score well fr it and hope so I don't retake it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I sense that June is a holiday mood. But I also feel there's a bacteria which is O that's stuck in my brain that keeps me thinking how important it is yet I'm not making any effort to it. How? Why am I a such a lazy bum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall atleast have four outings in June. That also means money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-5317342090459107468?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/5317342090459107468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=5317342090459107468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/5317342090459107468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/5317342090459107468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-feel-weird-posting-using-iphone-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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-2581458627042229676.post-6158096215665665666</id><published>2010-05-08T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T11:33:23.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long is Hot, Short is Sexy.</title><content type='html'>Exams makes me feel lazy instead of motivating or encouraging me to prepare for O.&lt;br /&gt;Someone just told me it's four months away. Can you imagine how fast time flies?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was in Higher Nitec. But I was sort of forced to go sec five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, with the super long hair that I've been with for the past two years, well actually with some haircuts on june 2009 and feb 2010, i pretty much decided to cut it.&lt;br /&gt;I guess with this long hair, im not able to do a proper hairstyle?&lt;br /&gt;With this long hair, i will be rushing to school brushing/tying it up if i woke up late.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe because this super long hair puts a slight weight on the top of my head that causes stress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if it's gonna turn out well. I know it's just a hair cut, for sure it will grow. But i think im gonna be slightly dramatic over this one. Im already adapted to it for up to two years. Having it slightly shorter can be a bit weird for me. Since i first had it permed, and then rebond, i think it be great to cut the bottom as part of losing those treatment i had before. So when new hair starts to grow, im gonna have my own natural hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S-WtJN3PONI/AAAAAAAABOI/Gfv9VOq1DtU/s1600/tumblr_l21ooyeH4a1qa957co1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S-WtJN3PONI/AAAAAAAABOI/Gfv9VOq1DtU/s320/tumblr_l21ooyeH4a1qa957co1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468967696363108562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found this on the net! omg, can you see that they don't even have 50kg for this? and hell no for me to be at 42kg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-6158096215665665666?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/6158096215665665666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=6158096215665665666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/6158096215665665666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/6158096215665665666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/05/long-is-hot-short-is-sexy.html' title='Long is Hot, Short is Sexy.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S-WtJN3PONI/AAAAAAAABOI/Gfv9VOq1DtU/s72-c/tumblr_l21ooyeH4a1qa957co1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-2020509833586994383</id><published>2010-05-05T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T10:30:32.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confusion.</title><content type='html'>what wrong have i done till god has to add up another.&lt;br /&gt;i feel bad for these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it fair for me committing a sin for hurting others?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-2020509833586994383?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/2020509833586994383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=2020509833586994383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/2020509833586994383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/2020509833586994383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/05/confusion.html' title='confusion.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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-2581458627042229676.post-3820573985394029148</id><published>2010-05-03T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T08:31:24.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Seventeen♥</title><content type='html'>It was a good thing that I woke up in the morning obeyed my mum who nag at me to shower. Mum bought for me a new handphone for birthday present! I thought we would go tomorrow but the sooner the better! I chose Nokia E73 black in colour. I never had a Nokia brand and I wanted to feel the different type of typing keypad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back home, I charge the new phone and start transferring things from old phone to the computer. Suddenly, my sister called asking me to go down and accompany her because she just got a fight with her bf. I was wondering why she asking me to go down when she can actually just talk to me on bed like every night we usually did. It was midnight and I received birthday wishes via fb, twitter and msgs. Sister called me asking to go down. As soon as I saw my sister, we sat at our usual spot. (Why the hell do I sound like writing a composition?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister: B, kau dengar ader orang gadoh tadi?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tak urh. Tak dengar pape pun.&lt;br /&gt;Sister: Eh, nanges perh sial? B, tengok kat tepi tu.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Jangan kpo lah. *ignoring while reading msgs*&lt;br /&gt;Sister: Eh, memotek per. Bising sial.&lt;br /&gt;Sister: B. *asking me to face to the side*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiver around my body, Amira, Syasya, Ain, Atikah, Siddiq, Danial and Khairi singing me a birthday song while Ariff holds up the birthday cake towards me! Arghhhh! Happy giler sampai kaki longgah oi! :D&lt;br /&gt;I was too happy I couldn’t make a wish or even blow the candles. Cut the cake and when Ariff wanted to suap me, he actually puts it into my mouth and spread it all over my face! Thanks a lot eh, lucky I haven’t bathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all went up to my house and we continue eating, chatting and taking pictures. End up with hugs and kisses. I love the way I celebrate the start of turning 17! Thanks a lot for coming over at midnight! And to sister, I didn’t expect you to subahat with my friends! Thanks a lot! Thanks who bought the cake and Syasya who came up with the plan(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up till now, I’m still in my miang mood. Amira and the girls should know my reaction. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS EVERYBODY WHO WISHED ME AND GAVE PRESENT AND AGAIN ESPECIALLY TO PEOPLE WHO CELEBRATED WITH ME! &lt;br /&gt;THANKS A THOUSAND KISSES! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: waiting for picture from ika. will take some time.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S97rmK07ZAI/AAAAAAAABOA/Rp-Wd8IB_wE/s1600/photo0227.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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S97rmK07ZAI/AAAAAAAABOA/Rp-Wd8IB_wE/s320/photo0227.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467066038648267778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the earlier post was updated ytd before gg to bed. now i shall continue posting.&lt;br /&gt;amira accompanied me to town to make used of forever 21 voucher i have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while we were chilling outside 313, suddenly a girl came up to us with this hair promotion. without hesitating, i went straight to atm and withdraw money. &lt;br /&gt;the cool part is that the girl is Nana's sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i started talking more to her, i found out that she was the girl who work with Atiq at a bar. how coincidence and small world Spore is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amira and i went to eat at Macdonalds and started talking about a WHOLE lot of stuffs. the past, present and even the future. hah. while otw back home in the train, i couldnt stand a super vain girl sitting beside me putting on make up on her face. she had these whole set of make up in her bag and started applying on her face. being me as always, i started making fun of her and amira as usual, laughing out loudly.&lt;br /&gt;while separating ways with amira, she gave me a hug and a bdae wish. i didnt realise it was still 3rd may. haha. i felt like my bdae was ytd due to celebration with friends. thanks people! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Herman, since you dont have a tagboard, thanks for updating the post.&lt;br /&gt;and surprisingly, thanks Hussayn for singing me a birthday wish otp. &lt;br /&gt;once again, thanks everyone! xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-3820573985394029148?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/3820573985394029148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=3820573985394029148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/3820573985394029148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/3820573985394029148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/05/sweet-seventeen.html' title='Sweet Seventeen♥'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S97rmK07ZAI/AAAAAAAABOA/Rp-Wd8IB_wE/s72-c/photo0227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-4232342916230050780</id><published>2010-04-30T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T07:57:51.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet the body.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S9ruKDmXaEI/AAAAAAAABN4/lrBLp1RJtC8/s1600/DSC02628.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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S9ruKDmXaEI/AAAAAAAABN4/lrBLp1RJtC8/s320/DSC02628.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465942954299844674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear im so gonna flunk English paper. i dont know where the hell my common sense gone. it wont be a surprise if i score one digit of out fifty for paper two. the weather was smoking hot and i planned of gg swimming while im doing the paper. because it's friday, did go as planned with Amira. only both of us went together and how lucky to meet Ivan!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cck swimming pool was boring though. we swam for about two hours. minutes before heading to shower, we already think about food to eat. end up gg to cwp banquet. as usual, Chicken Cutlet. yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filiana came by surprise with an advance birthday gift! i love it! thanks alot! ♥ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met Ika after that and my tummy still have few spaces to fill. i decided to buy Turkey Bacon at Burger King! appetite growing bigger sis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-4232342916230050780?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/4232342916230050780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=4232342916230050780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/4232342916230050780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/4232342916230050780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/04/wet-body.html' title='Wet the body.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S9ruKDmXaEI/AAAAAAAABN4/lrBLp1RJtC8/s72-c/DSC02628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-1639820049037008285</id><published>2010-04-24T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T12:37:01.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Szup.</title><content type='html'>ever since the computer is being lagged and there is no connection, i didn't had the chance to post about my dad's 49th birthday. it's a short one - we had dinner at Chai Chee restaurant with total of four families. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life have been good. though my English sucks but i did quite good for oral but not for Malay. i got too many things to say and going through my mind but end up having the teacher prompting on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite personal items had gone damaged. first was my mp3. it's screen got cracked by mum's bonet (it's kinda hard to explain here). good thing it can still be used. pheww. second was my necklace! it's very precious and i've been living with it for two years. i always get panic whenever i misplaced it but now, the chain was broken. but i still has the locket and all i need is to buy a new chain. lastly, it's my facial wash. it somehow dropped downstairs from my window to due my butterfingers (also hard to explain here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saiful said he's gg for ns on 3rd may(my birthday!). anddd, fadzil gonna start his new work on my birthday too. fadzil? haha. okay how sad righttt? tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mid year coming and im not studying. home is not a right place for me. mum is getting on my nerves. i guess i have to ignore her and just go out without her permission. it's ridiculous when i wanna go out study and she does not let me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's saturday and i woke up seeing both of my parents getting ready to go out bringing Aleeya along. both sisters already out for work. mum told me to clean the house(like always). i decided to clean it cause nanny is not at home. after hours cleaning, mum called asking me to meet them at cwp pizza hut to eat! even my two other sisters are there too. dad was being pretty lame just now questioning me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: asal lambat?&lt;br /&gt;me: jalan kaki. lagipun hujan per.&lt;br /&gt;dad: asal jalan? sepatutnyer lari. hujan? kau tak basah pun.&lt;br /&gt;me: sebab pakai payung.&lt;br /&gt;dad: rambut kau dah panjang. pegi lah potong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was asking few qns why im late and suddenly asked me to cut my hair off. what sup with that? not best part is that we went home straight after that. mum got ready and pack her stuff. she's going on a short trip to Msia with her company while dad went to work. up till now, im home alone. syira gg to zouk while sarah is sleeping over at cousin house. how i wish i could bring someone over):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been sucha long time since i camwhore. &lt;br /&gt;i realised i have no new good photos. no time huh? &lt;br /&gt;goodnight people. wanna watch Date Night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S9M0VBQeLUI/AAAAAAAABNw/uzKbtCgICQc/s1600/DSC02590.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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S9M0VBQeLUI/AAAAAAAABNw/uzKbtCgICQc/s320/DSC02590.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463768308649962818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearts, &lt;br /&gt;Nadhirah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-1639820049037008285?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/1639820049037008285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=1639820049037008285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/1639820049037008285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/1639820049037008285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/04/szup.html' title='Szup.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S9M0VBQeLUI/AAAAAAAABNw/uzKbtCgICQc/s72-c/DSC02590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-57078750719134604</id><published>2010-04-16T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T01:10:53.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ika Sinclair 17th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S8ls7hAa5UI/AAAAAAAABNg/jRf4nDuv1oU/s1600/24884_1398685288577_1275603389_1108631_2846079_n.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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S8ls7hAa5UI/AAAAAAAABNg/jRf4nDuv1oU/s320/24884_1398685288577_1275603389_1108631_2846079_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461015792891651394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 17th Birthday Nur Atikah Salim!&lt;br /&gt;Being a good friend, both Amira and I decided to celebrate it with her.&lt;br /&gt;We bought her a balloon that says "Happy Birthday" on it(as a birthday gift part 1).&lt;br /&gt;after which headed to Safra for bowling.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around Northpoint and bought slippers at CO.&lt;br /&gt;since it was a small celebration, we went back to Woodlands for birthday gift part 2.&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, we met Hafiz and from there Atikah actually found out what we planned to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz: Amira! Nak gi mane?&lt;br /&gt;Amira: Eh hi. Ohh nak belanja kawan makan Pizza Hut.&lt;br /&gt;Atikah: Ahhh! Wah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah there goes the secret out. We ate the new pizza(idk what it called).&lt;br /&gt;Eat and talked for few hours. Bought new friendship bands, and we picked colours that at least one of us should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I promised Dad I'll be home by 2230, I did almost make it by reaching home at 2231. hee :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-57078750719134604?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/57078750719134604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=57078750719134604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/57078750719134604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S738dVkJNoI/AAAAAAAABNY/mfSbWRQLgwU/s1600/5.JPG"&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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S738dVkJNoI/AAAAAAAABNY/mfSbWRQLgwU/s320/5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457795904378058370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, besides wishing Siddiq and Nadrock a HAPPY BIRTHDAY, my dear little niece turn ONE YEAR OLD(:&lt;br /&gt;cute right? macam Aunty B dier, i know :D&lt;br /&gt;thank you Ariff for accompany me buy the cake and sorry you didn't get to carry the baby.&lt;br /&gt;relatives came, i was too tired to even entertain them.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i could rest for a moment on the bed but i end up sleeping till the next morning. i was found to be sleeping in my jeans. i was late for a minute or two for school. instead of gg to the canteen to get my name be on the detention list, i make a move to my class instead.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVG ruggers, you guys did well.&lt;br /&gt;Though it was silver, you guys has made history to be in the finals plate.&lt;br /&gt;(;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-6500432230995928795?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/6500432230995928795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=6500432230995928795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/6500432230995928795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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house anymore. cause there's always someone who is gonna messed up the place or changes the way i cleaned the house. so, i've promised to myself that i shall not cleaned the house up to my standard unless a particular person leave the house. serious shit, i just can't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all the shits at home, i can't stand staying any longer. i wish i have gone up early in the morning meeting people who texted me. so i asked syira to got and watch movie with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum: buang mase jer.&lt;br /&gt;me: duit kite per, bukan duit ibu.&lt;br /&gt;dad: dah habes, balik dengan kakak kau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum doesn't want us to go cause she doesn't want to take care of Iya. the way dad said it to me was because he don't want my sister to come back later without me. i finally managed to breathe fresh air especially walking pass hardcourt with my eyes freshly opened *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syira and i was few minutes late for the movie. the movie was fun and touching too minus the four abang-abang lobang behind us -.- somehow when both of us were back home, sarah said she saw us but she didn't approach. so it's actually the three sisters went to the same cinema, watch the same movie and timing. seee, that's how unclosed me and syira is, with sarah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw! papa just called me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papa: besok awak ader plan?&lt;br /&gt;me: ader. saya tgk wayang.&lt;br /&gt;papa: awak nak tengok wayang atau anugerah hitz?&lt;br /&gt;me: *shouting* eh nak! nak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but! i decided not to go. it be from 130 till late night. it's not a free ticket to watch but to do backstage. imagine backstage with artiste!! taufik batisah ker! fuhh! but i choose movie instead because of something. something important.&lt;br /&gt;okay bye! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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2'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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-2581458627042229676.post-3148204660597177531</id><published>2010-03-31T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T04:24:17.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>anything from E.</title><content type='html'>i think my life is probably boring. so, to impressed syasya on how i would update my blog, i've decided to post about Mr Jesse James. (i swear i hate you) i watch E! just now and happened to know that Sandra has made her decision for a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S7MwGvRLxCI/AAAAAAAABNQ/5uOELrEzO7w/s1600/capt.fec3f2113c8b4ef5a3561006a9642767.vanity_fair_oscar_party_cajh196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S7MwGvRLxCI/AAAAAAAABNQ/5uOELrEzO7w/s320/capt.fec3f2113c8b4ef5a3561006a9642767.vanity_fair_oscar_party_cajh196.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454756466001691682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that, i really love this photo of both Jesse James and Sandra Bullock. it was taken during 52nd Grammy Award. i'm very proud of Sandra Bullock for her amazing achievements on her acting career. well, she actually thank her "loving" husband when she got up onto the stage receiving her award for Best Actress. this "loving" husband of hers, Jesse James was tears in the eye when Sandra said that. i might say that i witnessed all these few weeks ago on E! entertainment. however, couple of days after the award ceremony, Jesse James was caught having scandal with Michelle, a pornstar that is known for having tattoo on her forehead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well Mr James, you can jolly well join Tiger Woods -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other note, i still haven't get my super bad results signed. and i hope Good Friday will be a good one. i hope things will go good and i can solve matters in a good way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-3148204660597177531?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454390106297021058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was okay today, since there wasn't any much books that are needed to bring.&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to go to school with (insert name here), but sadly last minute cancelled. ): okay whatever. my kakak amira izzaty actually went home after recess when we actually left with f&amp;n lesson for two period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had five items NAPHA for pe and i did not pass standing broad jump(always) -.-"&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad that miss lee approved my dishes for my coursework. i hope i can finish decision making by tmr during remedial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had maths remedial after school and then i decided to accompany ain sit infront of office because she had suspension. i kept on laughing cause i never ever sit infront of the office. at the same time, waited for syasya who had her chemistry remedial. home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i have a random things to comment about.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why girls took picture exposing the cleavage. &lt;br /&gt;if not, the will show a lil bit of thier bra. haha wth nad?&lt;br /&gt;worse when they put it as profile picture.&lt;br /&gt;i just dislike it. no offence yea.&lt;br /&gt;(;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-379148229914095430?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/379148229914095430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=379148229914095430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/379148229914095430'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>im gg to make passport tomorrow after school.&lt;br /&gt;i cant escape ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna make a passport.&lt;br /&gt;cause i dont wanna go jb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i be the first person mum would force me to accompany her to jb when she wants to isi minyak. i dont mind follow her isi minyak but the thing i hate gg to jb is to relative's houses. where all the makciks will say this and that. mum would stay at their house for long hours! eeeee. i dont like lah. &lt;br /&gt;im already used to and happy living without my passport for the past 2-3 months not following mum to jb.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-7349855034650163952?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-2621579114625166059</id><published>2010-03-22T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T07:51:57.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sekolah bodoh.</title><content type='html'>i must say one week holiday is hella fast. every day i woke up late and will tend to bathe only when im going out? haha. for some of the days only lah!&lt;br /&gt;every single day my house gets messed up(thanks to the annoying but cute baby) and the person who will regularly cleaned it is syira and i. sarah is helpless cause she either has left to school or work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one week holiday was boring i must say. there wasn't any great outings. i only went out to party at zirca and karaoke at siddiq's house. the rest of the day was spent at home. i thought i could be a little bit hardworking to atleast do one homework per day. i ended up rushing myself completing it last minute which is SUNDAY(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to complete most of it and thought of having enough sleep. i went in bed at 1am but starts sleeping at 3am. all thanks to sister syira cause we talk about guys for two hours. i have to repeat myself, "kak, besok b sekolah tau." my sister didnt care and planned that i should bathe now and put on my uniform and go to sleep. so the moment i woke up, im ready for school. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the new timetable. we have PE as first period on both monday and tuesday. we have F&amp;N as last period on both monday and tuesday. we even had assembly after recess. pelik sungguh. just like what im encoutering right now. why the hell all of a sudden these people are being random? nvm, skip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ps: my phone is spoilt as i can't press the number 7 same goes to the letters P Q R S. i will not text people unless there's something important that i need to. &lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-2621579114625166059?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/2621579114625166059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=2621579114625166059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/2621579114625166059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/2621579114625166059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/03/sekolah-bodoh.html' title='Sekolah bodoh.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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-2581458627042229676.post-3179161652430906591</id><published>2010-03-15T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:18:33.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROMP V</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S58USJBNVVI/AAAAAAAABNA/kdYi5kmAZaM/s1600-h/DSC02068.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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S58USJBNVVI/AAAAAAAABNA/kdYi5kmAZaM/s320/DSC02068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449096376032777554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite pic of the day (;&lt;br /&gt;that's saiful btw. we saw quite a number of people.&lt;br /&gt;sadly, there weren't much pictures, or should i say no pictures at all?&lt;br /&gt;sad case sungguh.&lt;br /&gt;whatever. as long as i had fun.&lt;br /&gt;hella fun. &lt;br /&gt;and thanks saif for accompany us(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-3179161652430906591?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/3179161652430906591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=3179161652430906591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-3610834056388579200</id><published>2010-03-10T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T07:02:45.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S5kF6lQzHOI/AAAAAAAABM4/_aPGTO1WmBI/s1600-h/DSC02281.JPG"&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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S5kF6lQzHOI/AAAAAAAABM4/_aPGTO1WmBI/s320/DSC02281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447391728274447586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so the melayu today. wearing baju kurung on a wednesday night. &lt;br /&gt;as usual, malay dancers are invited to perform for the Nanyang Girls High, secondary four graduation night. i really wonder why they choose to practice the malay cultural every year for their graduation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope, i did not perform. my intention of tagging along was to see the Zhenghua Sec drummers. there was a cutie last year when we came, so thought if theres any this time. (sadly, no.) apart from that, i wanna eat! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much though. pictures &lt;u&gt;might&lt;/u&gt; be upload in fb. i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-3610834056388579200?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/3610834056388579200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=3610834056388579200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/3610834056388579200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/3610834056388579200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-feel-so-melayu-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S5kF6lQzHOI/AAAAAAAABM4/_aPGTO1WmBI/s72-c/DSC02281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-6236958593513815806</id><published>2010-03-05T21:55:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T23:32:31.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Blacks to Town.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S5IE0-DCPWI/AAAAAAAABMw/7VkXOeOOkLg/s1600-h/Dear_John.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S5IE0-DCPWI/AAAAAAAABMw/7VkXOeOOkLg/s320/Dear_John.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445420207499787618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tgif. after the two first paper taken on the day, i decided to go town joining Amira and Syasya. we watched Dear John at Cineleisure. i didn't watch the trailer and had no idea what the movie was gonna be. my two girls kept on saying it's a love story and they will cry for sure. all i know, i wanna see Channing Tatum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i should not have watch the movie. or maybe i should have watch with someone else? but it would be meaningless then. from the full moon, one year apart and love letters. the movie was very touching. luckily i wore Maybelline latest waterproof mascara. ohh but sitting in the middle of my two girls was not fun because i was pinched and punched on both left and right arms. thanks eh -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we headed to 313 looking around accessories at F21 for half an hour but left the shop empty handed. we planned to eat at Cahaya but somehow went to Sakura instead. i really had a great time. it's been such a long time since i went to watch movie with my friends and also, this is the first time i went to town with Syasya after 4 years being friends with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-6236958593513815806?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/6236958593513815806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=6236958593513815806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/6236958593513815806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/6236958593513815806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/03/3-blacks-to-town.html' title='3 Blacks to Town.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S5IE0-DCPWI/AAAAAAAABMw/7VkXOeOOkLg/s72-c/Dear_John.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-7013722460871912753</id><published>2010-02-28T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T00:48:21.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S4otGzYCPQI/AAAAAAAABMo/vzXJXD0yb0o/s1600-h/DSC02204.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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S4otGzYCPQI/AAAAAAAABMo/vzXJXD0yb0o/s320/DSC02204.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443212694524148994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello people. im officially done with work(:&lt;br /&gt;there's a new guy named Sufi(and he sure know a lot of evg peeps).&lt;br /&gt;it was my last day working with this first day working guy.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much on last day. im just hoping the people dont forget me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if the phrase&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; "every mum understand their child well" &lt;/span&gt; true enough.&lt;br /&gt;cause i dont see it nor even feel it.&lt;br /&gt;Happy 46th Birthday Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;if only there's 30th in Feb..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-7013722460871912753?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/7013722460871912753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=7013722460871912753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/7013722460871912753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/7013722460871912753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S4otGzYCPQI/AAAAAAAABMo/vzXJXD0yb0o/s72-c/DSC02204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-2381572328081747111</id><published>2010-02-24T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T05:07:46.755-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i miss four months ago.'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Amira Izzaty!</title><content type='html'>I guess it was a surprise birthday party right Amira? (HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;just so you know, i think it was the hardest task i ever encouter with today.&lt;br /&gt;i pretended not to wish you through msg or even at school.&lt;br /&gt;i felt bad yknow. for hours i had to endure the bad feeling till school ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, we celebrated her birthday at Bottle Tree Park and headed to Yishun Park later on.&lt;br /&gt;the best part was the two people on one swing and this bouncing pole.&lt;br /&gt;the two people on one swing was fun but tiring. while the bouncing pole made us feel like a pole dancer bouncing and we just couldnt stop laughing and shouting. it was hella fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so called had a candle light dinner and played sparkles(theres still 24sticks). we gossiped(like always) while eating some snacks. there is no sabo like we always did for the past few years. we only did a mini celebration with bunch of girls having picnic in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amira izzaty, four years and still going strong. Secrets remain secrets eh? May you pass your O levels babe, cause I know you will(: &lt;br /&gt;I guess I wasnt gentle to you yesterday right? Kau kat rumah jangan pakai seluar pendek, mampus aku kalau Silmi nampak. Hahahaha :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-2381572328081747111?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/2381572328081747111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=2381572328081747111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/2381572328081747111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/2381572328081747111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-amira-izzaty.html' title='Happy Birthday Amira Izzaty!'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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-2581458627042229676.post-590913597109785925</id><published>2010-02-20T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T20:25:32.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>great, one whole week i did not work. Sundari cut off the shifts im supposed to be working. bodoh pey sundal. you know im quitting soon, gimme some money lah bitch. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i had fun playing pool with boyfriend and his cousin on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;somehow i didnt had much mood to play cause i actually wanted to watch Valentine's Day. so the weakest player was me. haha. boyfriend was good even though this was his second time playing pool for his life! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday went out with yanaa. since my shift was cut off. went to town and i bought Famous Amos for 200g! yanaa complained throughout the whole day for me to buy a 200g cookies which i ended up did not finish until we are back to woodlands. slack at civic with Apul and talk nonsense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just came back with mum from vivo. we first went to eat at Hajjah Maimunah (Bencoolen) with Dad. then separated from Dad and window shopped at Vivo. had lunch at Toast Box. mum brought iya to Giant while i wait fr them at Toast Box. then suddenly met Nas! my best primary school guyfriend. too bad didnt had much time talking to him. cause when he came, few minutes later mum came back. separated from him and met Dad at Novena to pick us back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still mad about Sundari and common test is in two weeks time. mati.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-590913597109785925?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/590913597109785925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=590913597109785925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/590913597109785925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/590913597109785925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/02/great-one-whole-week-i-did-not-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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-2581458627042229676.post-844098064268106297</id><published>2010-02-14T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T09:03:18.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No time for Valentine.</title><content type='html'>i've always wanted to go out ever since idk when.&lt;br /&gt;every time when my gfs wanted to chill out at night after school, i couldnt cause im working. they'll get pissed eventually though. im sorry babes, really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt expect my Sunday to be super bored like hell.&lt;br /&gt;i usually cant go out on Sunday cause people named it as Family Day or it's because for sure one of my parents will not be working. but since it's cny, my mum has to work, so does dad.&lt;br /&gt;my first sister went out with her daughter, while second sister is working. me? no, im not working today. i've been working for thursday, friday and saturday. but im working tomorrow for double pay(: &lt;br /&gt;okay back to the bad Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first i thought of going to study or something. then i thought of gg town.&lt;br /&gt;i called Amira but she was with her family. called Yanaa, and she was also with her family. so i lost the mood to even go out. saif &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ajak&lt;/span&gt; me to sentosa but i was too lazy to go that far. sorry dude! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got mad at myself for not watching Suria Elektra. i didnt get to watch last time, and i actually missed it again this time. i watched Love is Cinta. i watched it before and find it's a very lame movie. but somehow, when i watch it just now, i got carried away emotionally that i cried. (wth sungguh kan? -.-) my tears just kept on rolling down non stop. i didnt even blinked to make the tears rolled down. the reason i cried when the guy got killed, when he was hit so hard by his dad. at the same time, i cried cause im not going out when there is no one at home on Sunday. thanks Rahmat for cheering me up though!(: i got irritated with all the tv shows. everything Love Story! just because it is Vday. how pathetic is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i cried so badly, i got headache. so i went to sleep at 6pm. the moment i woke up was only 830pm. i woke up cause i received a call from Siddiq. he &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ajak&lt;/span&gt; me go slack at Malek's house. i don't want to cause my back is having a good rest on bed and im too lazy to walk all the way to Malek house. and Malek, after saying bye, i heard you said, "weak urh nad" before you put down the phone. haha. but it's too late for you to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ajak&lt;/span&gt; me at that timing cause furthermore i have not bathe yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im quite sad that i didnt get to spent time with ucuk. i totally understand that hes on holiday trip with family. but i actually could imagine if he were to be in spore right now with me, today and celebrate Vday. i never had one, really. furthermore, the only last time i saw you was one week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i received many Vday wish. i remembered someone called me last year and whispered otp Happy Valentine Day. i really had no idea who it was cause i do not have id caller. im happy abt it cause it seems so mysterious. this year, there were some who wished me other than boyfriend, it was Nash, Saif, Saiful and even Nicholas! actually, i dont even know the definition of Valentine. haha. whatever. it's just a love day for couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there i go. complaining about the worse Sunday for this month i ever encounter and wished it never happened again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-844098064268106297?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/844098064268106297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=844098064268106297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/844098064268106297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/844098064268106297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-time-for-valentine.html' title='No time for Valentine.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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-2581458627042229676.post-7964552742144535105</id><published>2010-02-13T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T09:32:27.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suci.</title><content type='html'>i woke up early in the morning to accompany munirah to lot 1 cotton on.&lt;br /&gt;we bought some clothes there and headed to cwp.&lt;br /&gt;we still early for work so decided to went in shop to put our bags.&lt;br /&gt;Sundari came up to me and gave me ang pao! im super happy &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bodoh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, cotton on did not open for half day.&lt;br /&gt;so we actually work for closing. &lt;br /&gt;apart from that, 4 hours working without air con. imagine how hot it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i have a boyfriend but we didnt celebrate valentines day ):&lt;br /&gt;since he is meeting his &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kekasih gelap &lt;/span&gt;at Muar.&lt;br /&gt;tsk, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;menyampah sungguh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urm. my first sister no originality.&lt;br /&gt;she copied the idea of what i gave boyfriend gift for 3monthsary.&lt;br /&gt;she used the idea for valentine day. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sibok jer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-7964552742144535105?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/7964552742144535105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=7964552742144535105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/7964552742144535105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/7964552742144535105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/02/suci.html' title='Suci.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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-2581458627042229676.post-8409173441807037202</id><published>2010-02-07T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T06:51:49.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Sweet Love of My Life.</title><content type='html'>Dancing.&lt;br /&gt;I've stop. There's a performance coming up at D'Marquee but I rejected.&lt;br /&gt;10th year anniversary performance was a blast I must say.&lt;br /&gt;Bella, sadly you're not there and I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School.&lt;br /&gt;Been missing lessons lately due to 10th year anni.&lt;br /&gt;I need to catch up especially on Science(both physics and chemistry).&lt;br /&gt;Ms Ng taught Maths too fast. I have not even master on certain topic and she is already teaching another one.&lt;br /&gt;I want Mdm Haslina badly. Why did you stop teaching, when it comes to a crucial year for us? &lt;br /&gt;It's already February and I don't think I had learn anything for English lesson.&lt;br /&gt;I want to recap many things as possible, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work.&lt;br /&gt;Gahhh. Im quitting already. This will be my last month.&lt;br /&gt;Sad liao. I did complain about work but someone Im getting to love work.&lt;br /&gt;I even okay with Sundari attitude already. She's been nice but still evil :D&lt;br /&gt;And there wont be 30% discount anymore): Nvm, still got friends who will give discount(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family.&lt;br /&gt;Nenek no longer living with my family. Aleeya no longer sent to babysitter.&lt;br /&gt;House is kinda messy. Im getting lazy to tidy it up like I used to. &lt;br /&gt;Will take some time I guess. I feel like moving -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;It was good that he came down to Spore and watch my performance fr 10th year.&lt;br /&gt;He picked me up from work on Friday and we went to Yishun. After that ate at Mac.&lt;br /&gt;Saw him outside shop while I was working. Hah. New hair colour.&lt;br /&gt;Met him again just now to library. And ate at all time fav, Banquet.&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you more soon. Ily(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mind my title. but i somehow love the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-8409173441807037202?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/8409173441807037202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=8409173441807037202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/8409173441807037202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/8409173441807037202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/02/goodbye-sweet-love-of-my-life.html' title='Goodbye, Sweet Love of My Life.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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-2581458627042229676.post-8561088145288334431</id><published>2010-02-04T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T10:24:22.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10th Year Anniversary.</title><content type='html'>breakfast in the morning at Mac. &lt;br /&gt;walked to rp with malay dancers and had a last rehearsal at 9.&lt;br /&gt;makeup at 12, lunch at 3, dinner at 5.&lt;br /&gt;show started at 7 and waited for intermission.&lt;br /&gt;before leaving dressing room, papa called me.&lt;br /&gt;i hugged him real tighttt for a very long time cause this will be my last performance. and then papa said "dah takmu nanges."&lt;br /&gt;check-check both of us air mata dah mengalir!&lt;br /&gt;time for performance get excited! im happy enough to be flower girl to pass the flower to Mrs Lim.&lt;br /&gt;right after show, went outside to search for my friends and ucuk.&lt;br /&gt;my friends spot me first, hugged amira and yanaa!&lt;br /&gt;then im still searching for ucuk, saw him! ran up and hug him real tighttt!&lt;br /&gt;i really miss him okay.&lt;br /&gt;took some picts and went backstage to change.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was happy that the show has ended, though it was a boring one -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S2xhZfHYKQI/AAAAAAAABMY/2qmJQA6RQq4/s1600-h/19636_291767868005_556063005_3445168_6593056_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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S2xhZfHYKQI/AAAAAAAABMY/2qmJQA6RQq4/s320/19636_291767868005_556063005_3445168_6593056_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434825940806412546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay Dancers, we all did a great job on this event! Long Live Sukma Irama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S2xh4XYhYmI/AAAAAAAABMg/skCBLeDV6Pk/s1600-h/19345_1268478684866_1616805064_664441_3680874_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S2xh4XYhYmI/AAAAAAAABMg/skCBLeDV6Pk/s320/19345_1268478684866_1616805064_664441_3680874_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434826471306781282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Boyfriend, hoping to meet you soon. Im sorry if i've done anything wrong. Dont forget me. Let's be strong in building this long distance relationship. &lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-8561088145288334431?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/8561088145288334431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=8561088145288334431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/8561088145288334431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/8561088145288334431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;i have to fork out my own money. &lt;br /&gt;the reason because Dad already gave me $200 earlier in december for school books, shoes etc. &lt;br /&gt;but, i used it for countdown celebration in advance. whoops!&lt;br /&gt;not all, obviously. i used fr food, movies and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;10th year anni will be this thursday.&lt;br /&gt;i got rehearsal from 2pm-10pm at rp tmr, and 2pm-6pm on wed.&lt;br /&gt;i need to assemble at rp by 9am in the morning on thursday itself.&lt;br /&gt;jay lim almost lecture me on dancing, but i cut his secntence by saying it's my last ever performance.&lt;br /&gt;dearest boyfriend and kak eja will come down to watch too(:&lt;br /&gt;i met kak eja ytd and when i see her, i feel like i miss the Eusoff family.&lt;br /&gt;i saw a little boy just now and thought it was Syi'in.&lt;br /&gt;but the most im missing now is Shayiful Eusoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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Sundari dah macam cikgu. haha :D&lt;br /&gt;we sat on the floor in a circle and everybody gave their point of view. after that, we went to KFC for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;ucuk called and planned to go town when we actually thought of gg pool at Marsiling. i rush back home and got change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never ever experience being with someone who fainted. and that is, my dearest ucuk. hella im scared and worried. it all happens when ucuk feels like throwing out while in the mrt. we stopped at the next station which is Bishan. suddenly, he says that he cant see anything. everything was blur. he fell on the floor closing his eyes. his lips started to turn very pale. this part makes me more worried. i looked around and all i could think of was if he were to really faint, i must ask help from people and the next thing is to call his cousin. carried his bag, went to Junction 8 and searched for toilet. after that we decided to go back woodlands and ate at banquet. he went to meet his sister after that while i met yanaa. so i update yanaa what someone asked me to tell her. then decided to go lot 1. bought dress at cotton on then chit chat. then home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S1vdqKk1wOI/AAAAAAAABMI/EdgIBgN8Lk0/s1600-h/DSC01989.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S1vdqKk1wOI/AAAAAAAABMI/EdgIBgN8Lk0/s320/DSC01989.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my dear ucuk, get well soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're moving to your new house already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i hope there's connection, the only way for us to contact each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't forget to place the frame in your bedroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where you can see the picture of both us which will also remind you what we had on that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'll always remember you and don't worry about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;im sorry if&amp;nbsp; i wont be online to keep you update about but hope you understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leave me an offline msg if you need to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'll give kak eja the tickets soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do come down on 4th feb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-9155685420235038301?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/9155685420235038301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=9155685420235038301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/9155685420235038301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/9155685420235038301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-it.html' title='This is it.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S1vdqKk1wOI/AAAAAAAABMI/EdgIBgN8Lk0/s72-c/DSC01989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-3129841486534136158</id><published>2010-01-20T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T08:02:34.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates.</title><content type='html'>back with a proper post. it's already third week of school. for three weeks, i took the staircase from level one to four. boleh kurus urh gini macam. teachers gone crazy asking for money to pay books, tickets, classroom decorations(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. on monday, as a celebration of good N and O level results, we had half day of school. ended at 1045am. Amira and I decided to pick Yanaa from her school. yes, Ite Simei. we went that far just to pick her up from school which ended at 430pm. sweet right?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;luckily it didnt took much time for yanaa to come out from her class. both of us felt awkward in the school. and happily, i saw Bella! ran to her and she hugged me tightly! sampai terpusing pusing! Met Aini too and she joined us because we wanted to slack at civic. Headed back to woodlands and ate at Al Ameen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after eating, walked to civic to meet Ain and her bf. Syasya couldnt tagged along. this time wasnt as much fun as last friday. im tired and sleepy due to lack of rest. Yanaa puked, eee disgusting. Walked back home at 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, first time in history that i lost my wallet (for an hour) . i didnt realised until malay period ended. idk why but i just got a feeling of checking my wallet. it wasnt in my bag! i couldnt gave any reaction of shockness or panicked. eventhough there are important items like my IC, posb card and my work lanyard! i stayed calm and ran to the toilet to search for it. because before entering the malay class, we went to the toilet to get our clothes change. my wallet was not in the toilet. amira suggested i asked for help from general office.&lt;br /&gt;"did you found any wallet?" the admin, Ms Zuraidah smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im confused with her smile. amira said, "ader lah tuh maknanyer." then i asked again, and she said it's with OM Tan who's searching for me. but i dont want to have high hopes so i asked again, "betol ker thats my wallet?" then Ms Zuraidah said, "eh mestilah betol. i check. ader gambar boyfriend lagi." silent sekejap. whoops! saw OM and ran up to him! i said "thank you so much" many times cause i never lost my wallet in my entire life! OM said, "you must take care. got alot of important things. your IC, your posb card, your boyfriend picture.." paisey sia. ey b, not just my friends know you, but admin people too. chewah, famous budak tuh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had f&amp;amp;n and Ms Lee bought us pizza! she treat us for 100% passes for f&amp;amp;n. which is surprising cause we always fail f&amp;amp;n test/exams or we only scored a single digit number. ate and continued with our coursework -.-&lt;br /&gt;home and work after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told Sundari about quitting. thennnn, she stared at me. giving me the no-you-cant-quit face. whaddahell. yes, i wish to stay if i had a choice. but im having O level this year man. how how? haiyo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i know my post is so word-ery. is there such word? im waiting for Yanaa to upload 15 &amp;amp; 18 Jan pictures. there's a whole lot and i'll upload in facebook asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-8567131245564469138</id><published>2010-01-15T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:14:32.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing else better than Friday.</title><content type='html'>friday was the best! i must say that friday is the only day of the week of school that is fun.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow what happened during physics, is something unexpected. we didnt knew that teacher was gonna use the word "fucking" to scold us. well, he was right cause we're in sec 5 and blabla. because every teacher that step in to the class will brag about O level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanaa! she came in school right infront of the office to surprise us! everyone was hugging and i know she's happy about this part(kan kan kan?) :D&lt;br /&gt;seee. everyone miss you babe. so we bought bubble tea. slack for a short while and home.&lt;br /&gt;webcammm with ucuk! hotel, alone, big beds, boxers, frame. woo, i like.i miss you man! come spore quickquick. and bring me that chewing cum. i mean gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work at 630 to close. so the girls(syasya, amira, ain and yanaa!) actually planned of having catch up sessions. since we actually didnt manage to talk much in school. cause it's either we study or we eat during recess. they met around 730 and passby into my shop. after work, i met them at civic. pantat, syasya said amira and yanaa gone home. padahal when i came, snap! they took pict of me. tak surprising langsung ehh. lol. we took pictures, thought ain the Single Ladies dance steps, talk and laugh. although it was only half an hour with them, i had fun. yes, fun to erase the word sad. home with yanaa, and there was a bangla asking us where is woodlands polyclinic. it's weird that you're asking us about polyclinic at almost 12am. i just told him it's near marsiling and both of us just walk off. tengah seram actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sister was playing the comp and waited for like hours for her to end. end up sleeping and didnt get to webcam/chat with ucuk. tak paitau eh. blogshop cool nak mampos. goodluck b!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-8567131245564469138?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/8567131245564469138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=8567131245564469138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S08NjF0o-VI/AAAAAAAABLw/5_j_ttwrYMA/s1600-h/DSC01923.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S08NjF0o-VI/AAAAAAAABLw/5_j_ttwrYMA/s320/DSC01923.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;since today is thursday, we had journaling in the morning at parade square.&lt;br /&gt;how lame can evergreen be? the passage that was given to the sec 5s was super hard!&lt;br /&gt;i dont even understand a single thing. i was very sleepy throughout almost all the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;had chemistry remedial and it was fun! ain and i bought 3 pieces of egg bread each and brought to the lab.&lt;br /&gt;since we both must sit in partners according to index number, ain and i chose to sit at the back of the class.&lt;br /&gt;we had 6 experiment to do. while doing the practical, we ate our bread :D&lt;br /&gt;nothing much after that.&lt;br /&gt;syasya planned of slacking at civic mac, i said that we got lots of homework, amira suggest that we do our hwk while chilling, ain wanted to but lazy.&lt;br /&gt;end up semua tak jadi. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh btw, im quiting work soon. i cant cope with school and work.&lt;br /&gt;though working is not that tiring, but i know my schedule will be packed and i got no time for rest.&lt;br /&gt;so i will only work till 28 feb since i already submit my feb shifts.&lt;br /&gt;i will only work after O's and hopefully cotton on accept me again.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to stay because of the pay, but i dont think i need money fr the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for 10th year anniversary cause i was so in love with rp stage with i think so that's the stage we gg to perform on.&lt;br /&gt;i hope many people are going cause i believe it's gonna be a great show for the school.&lt;br /&gt;and after 10th year over, i can concentrate on my studies which i really want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye people. im watching Serendipity right now.&lt;br /&gt;ucuk gone already. sad case. he justtt msg me.&lt;br /&gt;dont sad ok b. u still got laptop, insya allah theres connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love mohammed shayiful and now you cant ask me this qns anymore:&lt;br /&gt;"b, biler nak jumper?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-7580033262406492046?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S08NjF0o-VI/AAAAAAAABLw/5_j_ttwrYMA/s72-c/DSC01923.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-6420277452564273058</id><published>2010-01-13T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T08:35:02.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>can you meet me halfway?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S032Hseq2UI/AAAAAAAABLo/LV3QFhxEO_s/s1600-h/DSC01911.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S032Hseq2UI/AAAAAAAABLo/LV3QFhxEO_s/s320/DSC01911.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god. i wonder how future gonna be like. it's tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;and we wont be able to meet at all cause im schooling at finishing at 530pm!&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine that? how am i gonna concentrate during chemistry remedial handling the chemicals and tubes when you're already at kastam chopping passport.&lt;br /&gt;i really hope you like the farewell gift, the birthday present and 3rdmonthsary gift in advance!&lt;br /&gt;put the frame close to you so you can see me and know that im always by ur side.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhh! i can write anymore. i talked to you and you can always read the surat cinta many many times.&lt;br /&gt;okay bye. ily. );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-6420277452564273058?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S032Hseq2UI/AAAAAAAABLo/LV3QFhxEO_s/s72-c/DSC01911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-1541534691224046373</id><published>2010-01-12T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T03:06:10.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the start, i already knew you going.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S0xXGyANevI/AAAAAAAABLg/QFNQHflE4lI/s1600-h/DSC01908.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S0xXGyANevI/AAAAAAAABLg/QFNQHflE4lI/s320/DSC01908.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see. we're far apart. you going away soon! tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr ucuk already leaving and i really hope he could meet me in the morning like 630am before i go to school. early sungguh kan? i know. there's something important i need to pass before he leave. hope so he love it. gold and black punya bende. soon you'll know okay b? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time flies too fast. i remembered when you say you wont be gg malaysia and how happy i was. i also remembered you called me in the morning, waking me up and tell me you didnt get to ite and you gg malaysia. ):&lt;br /&gt;be a good boy there okay! i will study hard and wait for you to come back. make sure come back! jangan tibe-tibe stay kat situh forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really hoping you can come down to rp on 4th feb! please b. the only day im begging you to come back to &lt;leo_highlight id="leoHighlights_Underline_0" leohighlights_keywords="spore" leohighlights_url="http%3A//thebrowserhighlighter.com/leonardo/highlights/keywords?keywords%3Dspore" 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going.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S0xXGyANevI/AAAAAAAABLg/QFNQHflE4lI/s72-c/DSC01908.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-4654386077715881130</id><published>2010-01-08T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T23:16:26.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye b.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;we finally decorate our class. the theme is Avatar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;lol. class is full of flower and leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we even got curtains! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i got malay dance tshirt too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;for five days straight to school, only friday was the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S0bYqHYGyVI/AAAAAAAABLY/oJenAA_7ql8/s1600-h/DSC01849.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S0bYqHYGyVI/AAAAAAAABLY/oJenAA_7ql8/s320/DSC01849.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;you be away, far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;you be gone, but not forever right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-4654386077715881130?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/4654386077715881130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=4654386077715881130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/4654386077715881130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/4654386077715881130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/01/bye-b.html' title='bye b.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S0bYqHYGyVI/AAAAAAAABLY/oJenAA_7ql8/s72-c/DSC01849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-6947236288805922855</id><published>2010-01-04T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T05:12:18.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day of sch, obviously.</title><content type='html'>ucuk woke me up at 6am. thanks sweetheart. surprising that you still sound fresh. &lt;br /&gt;dad sent me to sch today because it was raining in the morning. met amira under her block.&lt;br /&gt;we headed straight to the hall. theres a new vice principal, Mr Johnny(?)&lt;br /&gt;he's from Westwood SS and i find him cool. i rather listen to whatever he has to say then Mr Chan.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened in sch. but teachers warned us about discipline matters and serious about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay lim wants the class to be &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;? syasya and amira got excited about it already.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Alawden is our co-form teacher! -.- He did sitting arrangements and wants in either opp sex/race.&lt;br /&gt;he told Rahmat to sit beside me, i was happy which i actually said "Yessah. Cepat Mat. Cepat."&lt;br /&gt;but then Alawden said, "But obviously you wont be sitting with him."&lt;br /&gt;*shows sad face* im very comfortable with Rahmat eversince last year.&lt;br /&gt;then i almost got a sit with Zhe Liang(whatever the spelling is), i freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;cause i wont be able to study sitting with him and for sure he'll bully me ):&lt;br /&gt;end up, i sat with Sharul. and im exactly infront of teacher's table. first row dok -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every teacher that stepped in wants us to concentrate and work real hard for O.&lt;br /&gt;minus the holidays and stuff, we're left about &lt;b&gt;7 months&lt;/b&gt; only.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna work hard, and score well. but im just lack of confidence.&lt;br /&gt;yes, im still working and i hope i could cope with school.&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;yanaa, i wanted to cry when i dont see you in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;i really, really miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;namer kau disebut dalam class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;and your name also is being called out in 4thinking class too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;okay, i miss you and dont forget me ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-6947236288805922855?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/6947236288805922855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=6947236288805922855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/6947236288805922855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/6947236288805922855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-day-of-sch-obviously.html' title='first day of sch, obviously.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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-2581458627042229676.post-8532120684742562687</id><published>2010-01-02T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:57:08.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first outing of the year I will remember.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S0DJ2OiJo-I/AAAAAAAABKw/4TqyFySMBvg/s1600-h/20142_103093369714092_100000402879011_82665_907227_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S0DJ2OiJo-I/AAAAAAAABKw/4TqyFySMBvg/s320/20142_103093369714092_100000402879011_82665_907227_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;on this date, it's my first outing for 2010. and im out with ucuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i was late, as usual. met ucuk at sembawang platform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;first impression, fuh hot uh nie mat :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we headed straight to the cathay and bought tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Alvin and the Chipmunks 2 baybeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;while waiting for show to start in another hour, we went to ps and ate at kfc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;walk back and we actually bought popcorns! which we somehow did not finish it, again -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;headed to esplanade and chill. i miss shayiful eusoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;even when he's sitting infront of me, i kept thinking of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;how fast time flies, and reality comes taking all my dreams away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;im really sad, super sad ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the feeling when you pull my hand and gave me a tight hug, makes me feel you going away so soon and far away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do remember me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; stare at the moon if you miss me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;i&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;youalot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-8532120684742562687?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/8532120684742562687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=8532120684742562687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/8532120684742562687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/8532120684742562687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-outing-of-year-i-will-remember.html' title='The first outing of the year I will remember.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S0DJ2OiJo-I/AAAAAAAABKw/4TqyFySMBvg/s72-c/20142_103093369714092_100000402879011_82665_907227_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-481269643701708473</id><published>2010-01-01T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:55:30.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's 2010 people!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S0GOTKmyL4I/AAAAAAAABK4/dSl-VKBhFg0/s1600-h/DSCF7556.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S0GOTKmyL4I/AAAAAAAABK4/dSl-VKBhFg0/s320/DSCF7556.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;damn. so fast december is over!&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt; and it's gonna be less than two weeks for me to... );&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met amira first and headed to northpoint since i need to take something. while waiting fr the rest to reach yishun platform, both of us went to eat at kfc. around 830pm, we meet the rest(yanaa, aini, ain and alastair). we thought of gg to marina just for fireworks, but then ain planned to go D' Marquee instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S0GOu33m99I/AAAAAAAABLA/3Ye3Fy8zC00/s1600-h/DSCF7615.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S0GQs4Ki1HI/AAAAAAAABLQ/5lvURYCjn2g/s1600-h/DSCF7703.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S0GQs4Ki1HI/AAAAAAAABLQ/5lvURYCjn2g/s320/DSCF7703.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i was feeling bad due to something. once we reach there, we thought of chilling first. ain and alastair bought foam spray and spray at each other. quite fun though. we wanted to get in D Marquee as most of us thought theres gonna be dancefloor party like what we had last year. but no, we need to have tickets to get in as there is hoobastank concert only. we got kinda pissed and sat near the front door. a caucasion guy look at us and gave 5 tickets for free! there are 6 of us actually. one of the security look at us and bring the 6 of us in. she gave one free ticket to alastair who didnt have the ticket at first. once we get in, amira and i shouted like crazy, jumping up and down. im not a fan of hoobastank though but i make myself rock and get hyper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S0GPGu5lpDI/AAAAAAAABLI/u8uY8d5aYZk/s1600-h/DSCF7647.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S0GPGu5lpDI/AAAAAAAABLI/u8uY8d5aYZk/s320/DSCF7647.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we countdown together and the hoobastank sang "Reason" as a start of new year. "Reason" was the only song i knew and sang along together. then few minutes after that, the concert is over. we sat outside took pictures, and then headed to bustop. the bus didnt came after hour waiting. amira and i planned of gg home while the rest planned of gg maya. so yeah, i got home at 230am. thanks amira for the taxi ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S0GOu33m99I/AAAAAAAABLA/3Ye3Fy8zC00/s1600-h/DSCF7615.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S0GOu33m99I/AAAAAAAABLA/3Ye3Fy8zC00/s320/DSCF7615.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-481269643701708473?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/481269643701708473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=481269643701708473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/481269643701708473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/481269643701708473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-2010-people.html' title='it&apos;s 2010 people!'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/S0GOTKmyL4I/AAAAAAAABK4/dSl-VKBhFg0/s72-c/DSCF7556.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-4329003760886641146</id><published>2009-12-30T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T11:10:07.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Far away across the river.</title><content type='html'>well, it sucked that i have to work today. thanks to Sundari Sundal. i got plans i wanted to have fun but all canceled. im sorry ucuk. it's our 2monthsary and i got to work. whaddahell -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me talk about ytd first. i went to sch in the morning fr dance practice. i couldnt dance Nona Singapura cause formation already been done. So im only dancing Geylang Serai fr 10th year. it's gonna be at rp on 4th Feb! how exciting, but i gonna be busy fr jan. i'll make sure im busy only till 10th year and gotta concentrate on O's then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so eventually today met ucuk since i start work at 530pm. pass farah tonggek my prom dress since she wants to borrow. we walk around cwp and went to eat at mac. talk about future. im upset obviously. you know, i know. work was okay. but we finished later than timing we supposed to. tmr countdown. aini so wanna celebrate esp watching fireworks. to make her wish come true, we gg town area. so that's it. im wearing simple, too lazy to dress up. maybe wearing slippers? slack habes. okay bye people. goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know youre sad but you dont show. godddddddd. is this reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: 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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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/SzulII1fkSI/AAAAAAAABKo/mct7HsXFTxw/s72-c/22371_228093294790_714759790_2974109_1671967_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-8693772175801542056</id><published>2009-12-30T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T07:49:29.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its A Love Story!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs063.snc3/13049_192015199790_714759790_2815927_7926586_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs063.snc3/13049_192015199790_714759790_2815927_7926586_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;elloooooooooooooooooooooo!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is &lt;b&gt;shayiful eusoff!&lt;/b&gt; haha.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna wish my dear girlfriend a happy 2 &lt;i&gt;monthsarry&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;wooo!~ eventhough she gotta work on this day.&lt;br /&gt;i dont mind. tkmu sedih sedih yer nadbuncncncncncccc!~&lt;br /&gt;later work makesure must have mood.&lt;br /&gt;serve with a smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;cheh cheh. sayer kan budak retail. haha.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. i love you baby!&lt;br /&gt;and come on! &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;everyday is special when im with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ouhkay lah. byeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;30/10/09.&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/2581458627042229676-8693772175801542056?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/8693772175801542056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=8693772175801542056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/8693772175801542056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/8693772175801542056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-love-story.html' title='Its A Love Story!'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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-2581458627042229676.post-1872344463443377849</id><published>2009-12-27T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T09:24:31.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>give me a proper hair length.</title><content type='html'>work was okay today. since Fuvan did closing, we get to go home early.&lt;br /&gt;ucuk came down to buy shirt. dier pakai specs. cute. i get so miang. whoops!&lt;br /&gt;i met aini during break and we slack at carpark. just a short chitchat.&lt;br /&gt;the moment i step in home, gurmit says, "sezairi!"&lt;br /&gt;just so you people know, i, never, ever, watch Singapore Idol 09.&lt;br /&gt;but i got to comment its been all male and malay.&lt;br /&gt;confirm this case will be the talk of the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/SzeX2xvIUgI/AAAAAAAABKg/wrn9mq4MdW0/s1600-h/DSC00367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/SzeX2xvIUgI/AAAAAAAABKg/wrn9mq4MdW0/s320/DSC00367.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want this hair length can? but im not getting curls lah.&lt;br /&gt;though i miss my perm, alottt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-1872344463443377849?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' 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because of the people. there were more workers, gerek ones i must say.&lt;br /&gt;i already bought christmas gift but then Sundari says new year. cair seyyy my ferrero rocher!&lt;br /&gt;im working on new year. yes! but im not working tmr, fr christmas ): &lt;br /&gt;we finish late and i went back with Munirah. since we lived near.&lt;br /&gt;now im nyemonyehmonyehnyemonyeh with ucuk. *cina cina cina rep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-3682728205238453494?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/3682728205238453494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-5682209672891941562</id><published>2009-12-23T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T09:51:56.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we need to check the date next time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/SzJTcj8AizI/AAAAAAAABKI/kmuN372nEXY/s1600-h/DSC01751.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/SzJTcj8AizI/AAAAAAAABKI/kmuN372nEXY/s320/DSC01751.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ucuk called asking to meet him and ate at cwp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;both of us was abit dumbass which we thought it's already 24 dec and wanted to watch Alvin and the Chipmunks 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but then of course the movie wasnt released yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like usual, his laksa and my chicken cutlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;walk around, slack somewhere till night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wonder why im being so evil to him today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i bullied him. bullying him makes me happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;idk why! but i love it. i make his hands go red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/SzJVNsRiekI/AAAAAAAABKQ/MaSCR3MTqRY/s1600-h/DSC01758.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/SzJVNsRiekI/AAAAAAAABKQ/MaSCR3MTqRY/s320/DSC01758.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no, im nota girlfriend abuser. imma lover(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we played game but i think im too good at it. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we met his cousin and gf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happens to be that his gf is bella's neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;great, everything so linked. happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the first thing bella did was hug me real tight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we miss each other alot okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bella got extra burger so we ate it under syasya blk and slacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;talked alot of random stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND, i still dont find that particular person that you guys looked through each other eyes HANDSOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JONGANG NYAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/SzJX3nmy3HI/AAAAAAAABKY/A8Bo4f2zcik/s1600-h/DSC01761.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/SzJX3nmy3HI/AAAAAAAABKY/A8Bo4f2zcik/s320/DSC01761.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;okay bye. i love bella okay!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;and of course, ily 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-7905244558122543408</id><published>2009-12-22T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T07:06:30.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>work. work. work.</title><content type='html'>i was late for work today. i got no house key to open the gate.&lt;br /&gt;luckily my neighbour, pei qi help me took the keys on my secret place.&lt;br /&gt;sales had started and front zone gives me headache!&lt;br /&gt;people kept coming in and out. customers make a mess on my table.&lt;br /&gt;they ruin every item on it. from 2pm-6pm i did front table.&lt;br /&gt;luckily after that i get to swap doing sale item.&lt;br /&gt;sale item wasnt bad but was very squeezy..&lt;br /&gt;big boss came down, lucky i didnt get scolded or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;ucuk came thought of picking me up, but sadly my time was extended to 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;im really sorry ):&lt;br /&gt;but then i was released at 830pm. i went to toilet straight and cried.&lt;br /&gt;because im really tired and stressful doing the front zone.&lt;br /&gt;before i leave, i did the front zone too.&lt;br /&gt;i came back to cotton on and waited fr munirah.&lt;br /&gt;she was hungry too so both of us went to ljs.&lt;br /&gt;we talked, even gossiped abt someone we both knew.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt go home straight cause home gonna be disaster with aleeya's cries.&lt;br /&gt;i went to yanaa crib instead. which im at now.&lt;br /&gt;going home later. okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-7905244558122543408?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/7905244558122543408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-5125770186650595531</id><published>2009-12-21T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T07:48:22.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survive.</title><content type='html'>meet ucuk today. he accompanied me to school.&lt;br /&gt;i've sent application form and saw aini &amp;amp; yanaa!&lt;br /&gt;help aini figure out to do her never ending shit thing :D&lt;br /&gt;bought bubble tea with ucuk and slack at gurame.&lt;br /&gt;went to yanaa crib at 6pm just to talk to aini about something i kept from her.&lt;br /&gt;ingat aini, suami orang! -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i just came back from ang mo kio macdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;mum thought of driving thru but we sat there eating instead.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i get to go there again! not because of the playground.&lt;br /&gt;because of the surroundings. its very relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;mum says i got many letter frm the letterbox.&lt;br /&gt;im excited to know what they are. check2, cpf letter -.-&lt;br /&gt;i just hate holidays. with aleeya around at home, waking me up in the morning = irritating!&lt;br /&gt;im excited school starting again but im not prepared fr the change.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what future gonna be like but i just hope i can concentrate in studies more next year.&lt;br /&gt;no more quitting classes, sleeping in class, or even gossip/sing cause theres no more yanaa or aini.&lt;br /&gt;i cant even see bella outside class! im gonna miss her!&lt;br /&gt;ohh, and no more dancing ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='Survive.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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-2581458627042229676.post-5459127275910624225</id><published>2009-12-20T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T10:47:58.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hantaran keluarga e.</title><content type='html'>im half recovered from cold. i hate it when im sick.&lt;br /&gt;because i will start feeling weak.&lt;br /&gt;soon after that, mum will get to know.&lt;br /&gt;and when mum get to know, she ask me to eat medicine.&lt;br /&gt;when i need to eat medicine, it means capsules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I CANT SWALLOW PILLS LAH MOTHER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;with the last minute of my mum's knowledge, i called her telling im working today.&lt;br /&gt;she's still worried and asked me to eat medicine first.&lt;br /&gt;just so you know, there are 4 different pills i need to eat.&lt;br /&gt;i rejected 3, i only took 1.5. one of the pill was being mince.&lt;br /&gt;im kental right? i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siddiq and sufian passby while im working.&lt;br /&gt;complain to siddiq as much as i could.&lt;br /&gt;ucuk promised to pick me up frm work.&lt;br /&gt;but he was lateee. but there is a good reason why he was late.&lt;br /&gt;he came up with this...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/Sy5tjkU1LdI/AAAAAAAABJ4/c0C3UTpnroY/s1600-h/DSC01738.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/Sy5tjkU1LdI/AAAAAAAABJ4/c0C3UTpnroY/s320/DSC01738.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;not only that, but something new about his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i likeeeeeee. hot and cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;the gift above was from Kak Long, I'in, Manja, Ayu and of course ucuk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;it's really surprising! there is a clutch, small bear and friendships band/bangle/idk what it called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;to sum everything up, their motive was to congratulate me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/Sy5vd3xvpWI/AAAAAAAABKA/ci8NQXGFnhU/s1600-h/DSC01739.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/Sy5vd3xvpWI/AAAAAAAABKA/ci8NQXGFnhU/s320/DSC01739.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;how sweet right the Eusoff family?&lt;br /&gt;thanks alot! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-5459127275910624225?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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study chemistry -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-6260103983502162562?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/6260103983502162562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=6260103983502162562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/6260103983502162562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/6260103983502162562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2009/12/alhamdullilah-syukur.html' title='Alhamdullilah syukur.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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-2581458627042229676.post-6679368213332027012</id><published>2009-12-17T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T08:34:57.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restless.</title><content type='html'>i feel so damn weak. i slept on the carpet last night with no pillows (sad case).&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at six in the morning and went to sleep with mum in her room.&lt;br /&gt;by 11 am, im awake. ate nutella and watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;took a nap at 4 pm, and get ready for work at 430pm.&lt;br /&gt;im so dumb today. i went out from house at 530pm cause i thought i start at 6pm when it's actually 630pm.&lt;br /&gt;went back home, watch tv and out.&lt;br /&gt;work was another shit thing. Sunairi, you Sundal.&lt;br /&gt;she shouted at me fr scribbing the roster. yeah my fault. too bad i couldnt find correction tape.&lt;br /&gt;im not feeling good as i had a slight fever and sore throat. i kept quite fr few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;"nad. tak tahu nak buat greeting per?"&lt;br /&gt;serious shit i dont feel good man! but overall it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know it's my fault. but why couldnt you talk in a polite way?&lt;br /&gt;no wonder my sister doesnt feel good shopping at your store getting your service.&lt;br /&gt;hope for a better day working with you next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! i just realised something sweet about picture of me and ucuk aboveee on my blog there.&lt;br /&gt;look at the sky! on the right! did you notice a heart shape?&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeeeeeeeeee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay results tmr and im dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-6679368213332027012?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/6679368213332027012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=6679368213332027012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/6679368213332027012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/6679368213332027012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2009/12/restless.html' title='Restless.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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-2581458627042229676.post-2331577872790200791</id><published>2009-12-16T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T08:53:53.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ewah ewah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/SykN-TMTAcI/AAAAAAAABJw/p1wu81zRPww/s1600-h/the-princess-and-the-frog_290_movie-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/SykN-TMTAcI/AAAAAAAABJw/p1wu81zRPww/s320/the-princess-and-the-frog_290_movie-poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;woots! yeah i watch that show man! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;before i elaborate anything, i shall share something about work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i did front zone all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;make new friendly friends frm Northland sec, Shida and Munirah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i saw hella lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i saw matin master and his chinese gf, ellyna and her cuteee son, kak iffah, sabrina, azza, sec 1 malay dancers and more which idk their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;met ucuk and he surprise by taking me to the cinemas! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i love the movie cause it's really different from any other disney movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;*thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;sorry aini, confirm kau bace aku pey blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i did catch up with you just now right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;after movie, went to eat rojak. homeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/2331577872790200791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2009/12/ewah-ewah.html' title='Ewah ewah.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/SykN-TMTAcI/AAAAAAAABJw/p1wu81zRPww/s72-c/the-princess-and-the-frog_290_movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-2171587631063882331</id><published>2009-12-15T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T08:29:24.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last minute plan with Yanaa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/Sye4dSaGapI/AAAAAAAABJo/v_TXRLtVJas/s1600-h/DSC02038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/Sye4dSaGapI/AAAAAAAABJo/v_TXRLtVJas/s320/DSC02038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanaa came over my house at 5plus. we talked, and yes, sorry yanaa, tapi kau dah berisi!!&lt;br /&gt;had a long talk till 7pm, we left the house as i decided to go bugis to buy a bag since i wanted one soo much!&lt;br /&gt;we were about to talk about countdown but then we suddenly thought of results day.&lt;br /&gt;we put it aside and thought of countdown back :D&lt;br /&gt;walked around few times up and down, and bought my bag. &lt;br /&gt;we also met her mum there and walked around to search fr some clothes.&lt;br /&gt;yanaa bought durian since she was already hungry.&lt;br /&gt;both of us share, eating inside the car while we were otw to marsiling.&lt;br /&gt;reached marsiling, eat again.&lt;br /&gt;we saw Aphit Capaldi! which i called him Aphit Kepale Baldi :D&lt;br /&gt;i think i already spent some time with my close friend.&lt;br /&gt;i already met amira and did some shopping.&lt;br /&gt;i met aini and watch movie.&lt;br /&gt;i met yanaa and had some catch up.&lt;br /&gt;alright. that's all. goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ucukkkkkkkkk. one week man! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-2171587631063882331?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/2171587631063882331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=2171587631063882331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/2171587631063882331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/2171587631063882331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-minute-plan-with-yanaa.html' title='Last minute plan with Yanaa.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/Sye4dSaGapI/AAAAAAAABJo/v_TXRLtVJas/s72-c/DSC02038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-5992970765348182891</id><published>2009-12-13T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:34:39.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not ready.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/SyXK5XRRjOI/AAAAAAAABJY/9D0okM_J_lQ/s1600-h/DSC01715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/SyXK5XRRjOI/AAAAAAAABJY/9D0okM_J_lQ/s320/DSC01715.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;im scared. are you guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i remembered how i did english composition during N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;just so you people know, my english sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;it started to flunk eversince sec 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and so on to sec 4, never had i pass eng except once during common test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;that's it? how terrible am i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and maths. i so wanna pass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i remembered i keep on praying out some short surah before stepping in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;kaboom. paper 1 was hella hard, for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;idk why but i seem to done lots of mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i cried when my friends was smiling happily cause they got it right and i didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but somehow i managed to do paper 2 which i actually did shuffle in the toilet happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;hah cock much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i hate the part that my malay point is 2! i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;that's because i took O level mly and when they convert it to N, i scored 2 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;eee. 2 points for malay. that's not good. waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;damn shit man this new criteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we had to pass 5subs below 19points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;urggggggggggh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ohh and above pict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i hate the fact that i still look like a pirate after trimming my fringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-5992970765348182891?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/feeds/5992970765348182891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581458627042229676&amp;postID=5992970765348182891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/5992970765348182891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581458627042229676/posts/default/5992970765348182891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-babybuncit.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-ready.html' title='Not ready.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/SyXK5XRRjOI/AAAAAAAABJY/9D0okM_J_lQ/s72-c/DSC01715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-1698437904464200598</id><published>2009-12-11T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T01:23:42.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/SyNb-KKUpqI/AAAAAAAABJQ/NoXVcrMPEHs/s1600-h/DSCI0309.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/SyNb-KKUpqI/AAAAAAAABJQ/NoXVcrMPEHs/s320/DSCI0309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ucuk and i went to vivocity today. we had lunch at banquet. headed to rooftop by then.&lt;br /&gt;it was hella hot. we took pictures, enduring the heat.&lt;br /&gt;ucuk decided to watch Couple's Retreat cause he wants me to watch it. great movie!&lt;br /&gt;we slacked at rooftop again, it was hella cold! i mean windy!&lt;br /&gt;then ate at ljs. then slack at playground and home.&lt;br /&gt;one word, awesome! &lt;i&gt;♥&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div 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title='LOVE.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/SyNb-KKUpqI/AAAAAAAABJQ/NoXVcrMPEHs/s72-c/DSCI0309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-107073347685470786</id><published>2009-12-10T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T07:59:02.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oranges are sexy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/SyEaDu3UOpI/AAAAAAAABJI/ZXXA_J1_hNY/s1600-h/8232_1273900728124_1248117552_30839129_1723559_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbbiSWa32Q/SyEaDu3UOpI/AAAAAAAABJI/ZXXA_J1_hNY/s320/8232_1273900728124_1248117552_30839129_1723559_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss school and somehow find school uniform nice. hah random.&lt;br /&gt;my head is not thinking about results, im not prepared to face it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've wasted half of the day sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;i slept at 2am yesterday and woke up at 6pm today.&lt;br /&gt;im just too tired and furthermore im sick.&lt;br /&gt;that explain the 16 hours of resting.&lt;br /&gt;i bathe, met mum at cwp, ate at banquet and bought stuffs at cs.&lt;br /&gt;im not working tmr, ucuk bringing me out. wee(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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sexy.'/><author><name>Nadbuncit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782170556079496807</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/_6XbbiSWa32Q/SyEaDu3UOpI/AAAAAAAABJI/ZXXA_J1_hNY/s72-c/8232_1273900728124_1248117552_30839129_1723559_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581458627042229676.post-3005176543309647894</id><published>2009-12-09T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T09:37:15.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>last minute date with sundel.</title><content type='html'>i work at hougang today to cover my friend shift.&lt;br /&gt;it was supposed to be until closing but then by 530pm i was released.&lt;br /&gt;called ucuk, twice, but never picked up.&lt;br /&gt;called aini and decided to meet at cwp because she wanted to watch New Moon at 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;thanks fer the ticket. let me just say that, both of us went to watch twilight together last year too!&lt;br /&gt;well, im not a twilight freak. i slept in the theatre during the boring part.&lt;br /&gt;but i'll make sure im awake when there's Taylor Lautner!(;&lt;br /&gt;we didnt bought popcorn but took free food frm timezone instead.&lt;br /&gt;after movie, went to timezone to play the dance thingy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;we also took newprints there. home at 1230pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581458627042229676-3005176543309647894?l=that-babybuncit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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