<?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-12419179</id><updated>2012-02-09T22:30:10.956+08:00</updated><category term='frenster sucks.'/><category term='likaboss'/><category term='a lonely september - plain white t&apos;s.'/><category term='a walk to remember.'/><category term='friday the 13th.'/><category term='unintended.'/><category term='emotions felt.'/><category term='imu seh? sheesh.'/><category term='ps. anyone wearing green to skool this fridae? i like wanna wear leh.'/><category term='HEY PEEPS. DONT FORGET THIS SUNDAY. ADMISSION IS FREE. GO BOTANIC GARDEN THERE. 2-8PM. SEE ME AND MY BANDMATES THERE YAW'/><category term='rainy days do makes me feel emo sometimes. :/'/><category term='ahah k since i didnt find the lyrics PROPERLY.. copy pasted from renee&apos;s blg instead. bt at least i got majority right ehhhh. soooo'/><category term='embrace me.'/><category term='so much for my happy ending..'/><category term='im having a sore throat..haiz..wth.'/><category term='change of blogskin'/><category term='sleepless nights.'/><category term='i got a new mp3 tau. slim dan lawa giler dok. hehe.'/><category term='sleepysleepysleepy.'/><category term='not bad ahhhh. heh heh. :D thx for tellin me aniwae~'/><category term='eh pple. dont mind if i never say hie to u or what. cause i cant really see u guys. ive got a blur vision if never wear specs one. so dont call me sombong or whatever k. xDD'/><category term='theres more pics but ill upload em some other time :D'/><category term='it&apos;s all about you.'/><category term='goin for an xray tmr. IM SO FXCKIN SCARED dammit.'/><category term='all is unedited except for the contrasts.(:'/><category term='lovestoned.'/><category term='ejaaaaaaaaal :D i want lotsa kinder bueno cn?'/><category term='im not blaming anyone ok. im just fxckin worried bout pop. and u guys. :('/><category term='forget it. youll never be what you want to be and youll know the thruth soon enough. just face the fact will ya? but wats up with that attitude of yours? you got me and the rest pissed.'/><category term='ps. rivermaya&apos;s vocs is fuckin hot. i think im in love~ wakaka :P'/><category term='i wont be dancing tmr. ;('/><category term='ps. im kinda sad that i dint get to achieve want i want for my final assignment for this module sigh'/><category term='opinions needed. k go :D'/><category term='#fact: Do you know that i almost took wakeboarding as my cca? I got in but i din&apos;t go for training due to assignments -_-'/><category term='reflect on urself and think. ure much worse than him. the ans is obvious and i knw u want it so badly. but must u u repeat the same things to ppl over n over again? dont u ever get tired?'/><category term='i just have to say all this.'/><category term='i just cant wait to get my new specs this coming monday'/><category term='new specs'/><category term='title and post...abit out of topic ya? i know. :) will elaborate further soon.'/><category term='danny was right  beside me in e train just now. i melted big time. xD'/><category term='mum will be terminating my home phone soon.'/><category term='im very wangi today~'/><category term='infatuation.'/><category term='el beso del final.'/><category term='tengah bersemangat maths[:'/><category term='i tried to avoid but i just cant. the unforgettable memories of you is still mingling in my mind. bumpin into you every single day makes me fear of loving you again. i hate this feeling. :/'/><category term='heh'/><category term='specs missing again and a long lost friend.'/><category term='lagu raya is making me high.'/><category term='he makes me wonder.'/><category term='too much - spice girls.'/><title type='text'>YEAH-ni's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>952</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-2816440409966747244</id><published>2012-02-09T22:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T22:30:10.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thaiexpressdate</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UfmcIzgXKVw/TzPTC3r83TI/AAAAAAAAILw/3umjxoBm9tQ/s200/DSCN7087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707137199070043442" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nmk0Zg_-_FQ/TzPSRkQuzvI/AAAAAAAAILI/_qHqXkS0RJ8/s200/DSCN7089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707136352042012402" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJKhtswrHGw/TzPSQ7rmGuI/AAAAAAAAILA/IKMnjYz5Adk/s200/DSCN7088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707136341148834530" /&gt;

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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2 weeks ago, I went to booogeees with this girl right here. Laaaawl i swear the waitress there...was so weird okay. She kept staring at us...smiling at us...LOL. But yeah, the place is really relaxing. We're their last customer. After a long day of windowshopping, we got frazzled and all. Anyway, I really have no comments on how i did for 2 of my presentations today... I just felt that I screwed up big time. Maybe because it's been months since I had presentation :/ I lost my confidence and my sentences are all jumbled up. But it's okay, there's always next time. And now, I'm super pressurized. Got a whole chunk of feedbacks and I'm seriously stuck with what to do. I don't know whether to design my own label or just promote local brands. It'll be risky to design my own label cuz i have 6 weeks left. I'm behind time :( Gonna take a chill pill this sunday w fai and zin. Who's up for some seesha-ing yo? Well i won't be seesha-ing thou. I'm sensitive to it alr. SO just gonna snap some pictures of us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-2816440409966747244?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2816440409966747244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=2816440409966747244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/2816440409966747244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/2816440409966747244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2012/02/thaiexpressdate.html' title='thaiexpressdate'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UfmcIzgXKVw/TzPTC3r83TI/AAAAAAAAILw/3umjxoBm9tQ/s72-c/DSCN7087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-430367441764056618</id><published>2012-02-08T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T22:43:18.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rlTSXydihwQ/TzKIni_pe4I/AAAAAAAAII0/ymh2ARRYqa0/s1600/tumblr_lywpjz7cbD1qcqxzeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rlTSXydihwQ/TzKIni_pe4I/AAAAAAAAII0/ymh2ARRYqa0/s400/tumblr_lywpjz7cbD1qcqxzeo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706773890821880706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss my purple hair :( Well tomorrow Imma have 2 presentations back to back. Well i hope so...*fingers crossed. I wanna get everything over and done with pretty please. Lack of sleep makes me giddy 24/7. My brain hurts so so much in the bus this morning. And i swear I kept tripping everywhere i go? Haha but s'okay. I'm like that when I'm tired zzz. So.... goodnight readers i really need sleep. Sorry for the lack of updates. I'll be back soon enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-430367441764056618?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/430367441764056618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=430367441764056618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/430367441764056618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/430367441764056618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-miss-my-purple-hair-well-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rlTSXydihwQ/TzKIni_pe4I/AAAAAAAAII0/ymh2ARRYqa0/s72-c/tumblr_lywpjz7cbD1qcqxzeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-619134522457592720</id><published>2012-02-07T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T22:45:02.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;I'm on the verge of breaking down. No :( But I can't. I can't right? I can't. Kuat kan la semangat aku ya allah.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-619134522457592720?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/619134522457592720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=619134522457592720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/619134522457592720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/619134522457592720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2012/02/im-on-verge-of-breaking-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-8985423241708294357</id><published>2012-02-04T12:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T12:57:35.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chillchillapple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g8HVptx41N8/Tyy21ij1nDI/AAAAAAAAIIc/i6DY4upWef0/s1600/15340_1205359613234_1205948525_30589883_4901413_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g8HVptx41N8/Tyy21ij1nDI/AAAAAAAAIIc/i6DY4upWef0/s400/15340_1205359613234_1205948525_30589883_4901413_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705135858898017330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This shot was captured back when I was 16. I miss my former classmates. They're definitely the best people I've met. Not all of my best friends are inside but they're just plain awesome. Known them for years already, and still going strong. I had so many fond memories in high school. Green tea gang aka FASYAR(fathin atikah shafiqah yani asriani renee) gang and HY darlings (hy hajarah hafizah yani) are loved. We did so many stuff together, neoprints, never ending challenge of putting 2-6 scoops of chilli in our wanton mee, 'siape last anak gambing', 'pregnant game', 'uno game' and all that. If ever anyone loses, someone has do to a forfeit or a dare. And it will be the most embarassing thing ever. There was once that I need to dance with a broomstick in class before my supplementary class and while dancing, my teacher walked into class. LOL!!!! Everyone broke into laughter till our stomach hurts. For HY darlings, we will always eat at KFC after band practices. They can be my sushi gang too. Us and our neverending craves. Tsktsktsk! I had a rock band too, Motionless Define. My bestfriends from this band are Irwan, Mayor and Khazin. They're ze bomb. Chillex yet cheecky. Always have something up their sleeves one hahah! :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Okay, so an update about my project progress, I managed to get 50 responses for my survey. I thank you all so much for co-operating with me :) And ya, if you're curious about my love life....well it is still the same :) Still solo, crush tu ada but I'm still keeping a distance. I'm not in a rush to be in a relationship anyway. I want to enjoy my freedom yeah. No one has the right to control me. I do what i want, I will do what i love and I will, heed my family's and friends' advice, no one else. Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-8985423241708294357?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8985423241708294357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=8985423241708294357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/8985423241708294357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/8985423241708294357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2012/02/chillchillapple.html' title='chillchillapple'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g8HVptx41N8/Tyy21ij1nDI/AAAAAAAAIIc/i6DY4upWef0/s72-c/15340_1205359613234_1205948525_30589883_4901413_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-2054469830949129757</id><published>2012-02-03T17:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T18:17:27.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zB-JFv_KKRk/Tyunw4KoI3I/AAAAAAAAIIQ/GcUTwwvZ60g/s400/meyo11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704837811147383666" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey :) Finally it's friday, friday gotta get down on friday~ I'm so relieved that finally, i have some time to blog, sleep and do my work without any disturbance. Yay! Well, school's school. But, it's tiring though. Yesterday I had a major moodswing at night. Everything didn't go my way, I was caught in a traffic jam, I was an hour late for school, the jemput jemput I made didn't turn out well and I didn't even have the mood to perform my prayers. I guess, I was too drained from thinking and I'm not really used to waking up early. It's been a long time since I had morning classes anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

But..........on a brighter note, everything's fine today! :) Consulted my lecturer and yeah, my idea's approved but I'm still stuck on the type of concept and contents I want to include for my website. This calls for........more researching yes?! I got fashion for my project and my job is to build a full flash website, 12 pages in total. Yes, 12. It's an individual project so yeah. I have 7 weeks left so i have to plan my time well. I seem to be the only one designing my own label. So I'll be my own client. It's risky, but I'm doing this simply because I want to challenge myself. You know me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No time to slack now, let's do this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-2054469830949129757?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2054469830949129757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=2054469830949129757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/2054469830949129757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/2054469830949129757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2012/02/hey-finally-its-friday-friday-gotta-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zB-JFv_KKRk/Tyunw4KoI3I/AAAAAAAAIIQ/GcUTwwvZ60g/s72-c/meyo11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-2359537389962362535</id><published>2012-01-28T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T13:01:02.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w-oYyP3gtO4/TyN4kbAlTVI/AAAAAAAAIHU/4lU2njgWP74/s1600/tumblr_ll1zxk1uOP1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w-oYyP3gtO4/TyN4kbAlTVI/AAAAAAAAIHU/4lU2njgWP74/s400/tumblr_ll1zxk1uOP1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702534120302005586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes I think my mistake for my past relationships? Rush into something that I expect to last forever. I fall too easily. But the more I'm trying to avoid, the more i fall for someone. I kinda hate that. Well, for this post imma share with you something about 'things that happen in public transports'. OKAY I KNOW RIGHT, suddenly this topic crossed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Things I hate:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1) People who smells. You know that moment when you're trying to sleep in the bus or mrt or just chill while listening music, suddenly someone with B.O,or someone who doesn't wash his hands or whatever after peeing, or just someone who smells like.... shit? Or someone who reeks alcohol. I hate that most. Like come on, I smell good here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
2) People who's selfish and doesn't allow anyone to sit beside them by putting their bag or whatever beside. ITS ANNOYING OKAY. When I'm tired from work or school, or when I'm carrying heavy stuff, sometimes people wouldn't offer me seats too. Especially pinoys, banglas and china people?! And all guys. HOW UNMANLY IS THAT. Grow some balls! Some aunties are also selfish too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

3) People who can't stop bumping into you while sleeping. I know it's already their habit and they can't control it but..i want to sleep too you know hais :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4) Getting squeezed lika sardine during peak hours in the mrt. I remembered i boarded the train that terminates at yishun from marina bay. I was alone. And you know what?! When i boarded the next train, people kept pushing and it's like, they die die wanna go in uh. Seriously, kiasu singaporean much?! I'm small, that's one. TWO, I'm surrounded by tall and big people, i can't even move! Grr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5) People who just can't stop staring at you or getting close to you. Well you know those pervertic uncles or banglas right? I've experienced that plenty of times. I even had a bangla stalker. That was so last year. Anyway, yah. You know me, I'm not the type who wears revealing clothes and all, and I wear glasses most of the time. There's nothing attractive about me, yet people just can't stop staring. Tsk sometimes i feel like poking their eyeballs. Haha! Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

So yah, what i mentioned above are the 5 top things that never fails to annoy me but I don't really show it x)

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-2359537389962362535?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2359537389962362535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=2359537389962362535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/2359537389962362535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/2359537389962362535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2012/01/rant.html' title='rant'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w-oYyP3gtO4/TyN4kbAlTVI/AAAAAAAAIHU/4lU2njgWP74/s72-c/tumblr_ll1zxk1uOP1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-3828215588780980753</id><published>2012-01-28T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T12:16:58.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HV2JIe6Fg1A/TyNy399aKyI/AAAAAAAAIG8/be1rcfS_Fes/s1600/23562_108931135785337_100000053547363_228229_1711204_n.jpg" style="text-align: left; "&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/-0wuqV0yQhZ8/TyNy2mSLX6I/AAAAAAAAIGk/ITC__3PtHBw/s400/DSCN9969.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702527835496472482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hai-dee-oooo. Watsup beetchas. Alright, so in the end my group did well. We manage to finish on time and all. The lecturers didn't ask or comment much, and i guess that's a good thing! My 3rd major project will start next week. #ohthehorror!!!! I'm kinda nervous but yeah, just go with the flow bro. Yesterday, I broke down a few times.  But I'm okay now. Good thing that i had someone to talk to about how i feel. Thank you :) Hmm i miss going out. Hahahaha to be honest I've been rotting at home :( There's so many things I want to do, okay? Well, I'll make sure I do em tomorrow *winks. Insyaallah la kan, if I'm going out with my bandmates!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-3828215588780980753?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3828215588780980753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=3828215588780980753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/3828215588780980753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/3828215588780980753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_28.html' title='hai'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wuqV0yQhZ8/TyNy2mSLX6I/AAAAAAAAIGk/ITC__3PtHBw/s72-c/DSCN9969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-1781997966186456458</id><published>2012-01-24T13:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T15:23:22.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomdomdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QqYlRCRDAx0/Tx5VB3FLtgI/AAAAAAAAIFI/ssTS50q05Cg/s1600/382764_336803989664716_100000053547363_1395282_1923038122_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QqYlRCRDAx0/Tx5VB3FLtgI/AAAAAAAAIFI/ssTS50q05Cg/s400/382764_336803989664716_100000053547363_1395282_1923038122_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701087668751545858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If only i have real blue eyes.... Idk why but I love to see people with blue eyes too. And yes, i used to hate blue but now, my wardrobe is full of blue! Hurrrrrrrm. Looking at this picture, can you imagine me with scarf? Hehehehehe. I look like an arab, no? LOL. For my upcoming nature photoshoot, I plan to bring a scarf as one of my props. So, I want you guys to gimme some comments. Well, just for fun! :P Alright, so I've been staying at home. Wanted to go out but.....everyone seems busy. Besides, I wouldn't want to walk around in a 'ghost town'. A little update on my condition....I'm fine now! No flu, no fever. Sorethroat...maybe just 10-20% left? Hahahaha. BUT YAY FINALLY :D :D :D Anyhow, I'm really glad that i have THE awesomest friends ever. I had a great childhood too. I thank god for everything :) Did you know that I'll get pretty much excited when I see the swings? AND ESPECIALLY those games that you once played when you were a child? For a 19 year old(soon-to-be :P), I'm still so very immature. But i like it this way. At least I know how to have fun. Y'all should too you know. Age is just a number. Live your life to the fullest. You will never know what happens next ;) Live with no regrets manzxzxz. Heh, I know I'm being random right here, I just don't know what to post about. Actually, I've thought of one but...I can't seem to remember it, at all?! o.O! My memory is failing me :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-1781997966186456458?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1781997966186456458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=1781997966186456458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/1781997966186456458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/1781997966186456458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-only-i-have-real-blue-eyes.html' title='randomdomdom'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QqYlRCRDAx0/Tx5VB3FLtgI/AAAAAAAAIFI/ssTS50q05Cg/s72-c/382764_336803989664716_100000053547363_1395282_1923038122_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-1201395767164334091</id><published>2012-01-22T16:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T22:44:47.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work experiences</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey, I'm a little better today, just left with sore throat but I'm drowsy due to the medicines i had. :/ Well my twitter's chaotic today. I'm lovin the #kalauboring hash tag. To my new followers, haiiiiii! Oh i love you guys. By end of this year, can i hit 1k followers? I think i can, well hopefully. Lol. It's good gaining followers by just being a normal person. Imma be a youtuber soon. I've decided. I'll do youtube videos regarding social issues just like dee kosh. And I'll do some covers too. Teehee. As promised, I'll blog about my past work experiences. After this imma get some sleep again. Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;



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OHKAY. So my first ever job was at coffeeclub IMM with my dear zawani. We were so kental back then. Hahahahahah. We did so many blunders i tell you. Oh god. Customers and colleagues kept flirting with us both. Even lesbians.......lol. They gave us the shivers. We went iceskating once, and my guy colleagues kept falling on me. YES ON ME. I think they sengaje uh. So embarrassing please....and it was freaking awkward ok!!!!! No kidding. Ze best part of working there, free food and free drinks!! The chefs made me breakfast before cause they know I'm sick. Oh how much i love them. My favourite manager was micky, he was the one who introduced me to event jobs under this french manager. OH and talking about free drinks, every night after we do closing, our colleagues will make some smoothies for us. I will never forget them. Two years ago me and my girls went to coffeeclub to celebrate my birthday and they made free drinks for me hehhh. There was once a group of angmohs flirted with me while i was taking down orders. LOL. But the part i hate most was customer complains. Because of me the big boss came down and scolded everyone. I wasn't present so i didn't kena. The next day when i'm on shift, the big boss just smiled and asked me not to do it again. But seriously, it's not my fault. The one who complained about me was a couple...teenage couple. Lame much?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;



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Next, i became a relief teacher at marsiling primary. Yup, i was once a relief teacher. I love it when my students call me, 'miss yani or cikgu yani'. When they do so, they will always run up to me, salam me or hug me tightly. My students(especially p1s) wouldn't stop mingling with the accessories I wore and tugging my shirt/skirt/pants. So cute pleaseeee. Some even gave me oh so sweet letters, drew me, made paper crowns for me and called me princess yani. My favourite class was 3c. I only relieved them for a day but it felt like a year. An adorable little girl gave me cookies and she said 'i love you ms yani'. I was like, 'No you keep it ok?' but she die die want me to have it. DO you know how sweet that is? My heart melted. After they did their work, some of the kids asked me about my life, whether i had a boyfriend or not and whether i know how to sing etc. My reaction was like, well i can sing a little and you know what they did? Some of them starting singing and dancing infront of me at the teacher's table and I'm like what are you guys doing?! hahahahah. In the end i joined in and sang with them. We sang we are the world. My students are definitely bunch of talented students. I'm still in contact with some of them though. I can see that they look up to me as a teacher and as a sister. I love you guys. And did you know that there were rumours about a kid having a crush on me too? Haha! So cute.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;



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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Despite that, there were times where i cried due to pressure. It's fun being a teacher, really. But it's difficult at the same time. I had some trouble controlling some of my students, till i had to give them punishment. I got tired of shouting till i cried silently in the staffroom after work. It was a rough ride. Anyway, it was unbelievable that I'm able to 'tame' the 'bad boys' in school. They tend to listen to me when i asked them to do work nicely. One thing i hate most was when my students fight/cry in class. I was 16 years old for goodness sake. But yeah it was a good experience. I miss teaching. FYI i taught P1-P6 classes so the whole school knows me heh. Ohohoh one last thing, students there seem to dote on me more than the fulltime teachers there. When they saw me in the canteen, the WHOLE canteen will be in chaos and I'll hear my name everywhere. Some students even followed me around lika stalker. Hahahahaha. YES, i have student stalkers. My fav class was 6c too! Played games like omom chaki and many more with them. Chaotic okay?!?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;



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Next, I mentioned earlier on that I've worked for events right? It's actually catering events. I did catering events for parties held at galleries hotels, gala nights and people's houses. During the vents, i did a very very bad thing. Which is to drink. I've tried wines like shiraz, and some vintage wine as well like chateux. I remembered there was once that i had champagne, wine, and vodka, all three in a row. I didn't get drunk though, still sane but a little drowsy as soon as  I got home. One thing i love about doing events? The pay and the people I meet. I met some celebs before too. Great times. Sigh i love vodka. Hahahahaha but no, I da insaf and I've successfully stopped drinking for 2 years now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;





Next, I've worked as a promoter for microsoft office 2010 before at courts CWP and courts megastore for a week during my poly holidays. Oh man you will never know how much drama I had. First, i had stalkers. Some creep even held up his phone camera from a distant just to take a picture of me. He stood there for hours okay? The one i hated most was this guy....he was my former schoolmate. I didn't expect him to appear but he did. I was doing night shift and he gave some hints that he wanted me to go home with him. I didn't want to...cause I don't really like him and he annoys and scares the shit outta me. I had great colleagues. And this courts guy actually became my 'scandal'. Hehh, he even told me to visit him someday but i didn't cause i felt, shy. He was the one who helped me escape from that stalker dude. I will never forget that. I took alternative escalators, i ran as fast as i could but when i turned back, i saw that stalker dude behind me trying to catch up with me. Do you know how scared i was????? When i got to the bus stop i called me friend straight and pretend that I'm waiting for someone to fetch me. In the end he boarded the bus first. Phewwwwweee. AND YA! Working as a promoter has its disadvantages too...even though I'm paid 8 per hour, i had stalkers and pedophiles tried flirting with me too. It was gross yet scary.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;





Next, i used to be a ticket counter? Oh wait no, okay i can't remember what's the position called but it's under ML research which is part of LTA? Yeah. It was an easy job but i hated working cause....well i don't remember. Working there didn't really leave an impact on me. Next, i worked for malay wedding events too. But i only worked once, I wanna work again but i can't due to my busy schedule. It was a great great experience. The people i met were so awesome, some of them are actually my ex-pri school mates. Yup, we're still in contact. And the food, omg the food, it was so nice. Heheheheh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;



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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last but not least, I used to work under TCC which is a HR company last year. Under them, I became a retail assistant at bossini and waitress at nihon mura. Let's start off with my job at bossini. It was fun, i manage to attract customers and sell as many items as ordered. Thing about me, imma fast worker and i socialize well. I'm able to convince people with my words :P I don't hate, I'll love every single one of my customer. That explains why the people there even wanted me to work for them as their official staff. Despite that, it's tiring too. Folding clothes, doing shelving etc. Whoah, can die i tell you. hahahahaha. But yes, good experience. As for nihon mura, it was, hell. No kidding. I became the runner and i had to carry heavy dishes and drinks. And fyi, i was fasting on that day, i didn't even eat or drink. I only get to eat at 10pm after closing. The crowd was never-ending. I had to like serve 70+ tables with only 2 other runners on the floor?! When i got home i was super shag la, and my body ached all over. And the worst past is, when i head to work the next day, they wanted me to be the runner again. I told the manager i couldn't do it cause my hands were really wobbly and i had really no strength to do it. To give you guys a clearer idea of why i have two jobs under TCC, i actually applied for retails but they had no retail slot for me so they asked me to work fnb...from then on they kept asking me to work in FNB but it tires me so i decided to quit just like that. It's pathetic and unfair yknow? I applied for e job first, yet the slots were given to their new staffs. Besides, for my pay, i got less than what i'm supposed to receive. I was so pissed, okay? Pfft.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;



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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So jyeah, for my age i had plenty job experiences. That is why i know how people work and how to work with people. Reason for why i work? Its mainly because imma big spender. And i just wanna give my parents money for what they had done for me. AND sometimes, for fun cause I love experiencing new things and meeting new people. I'm currently aiming for the photographer job. Hopefully I'll get it ya? Can't wait :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-1201395767164334091?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1201395767164334091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=1201395767164334091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/1201395767164334091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/1201395767164334091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2012/01/hey-im-little-better-today-just-left.html' title='work experiences'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-2973059806820985112</id><published>2012-01-21T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T23:08:31.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not feeling good today. I was about to share with you about my past work experiences but there's just too many to list down. I don't have the mood to write a lengthy post and I'm pretty much worried about my group project. So, till next time okay? Imma just update you guys about my condition. I'm not getting any better and i don't know why.. I've been eating my meds and i don't know what is wrong with me. I feel so drowsy right now...and my fever has gone up. Anyway i read some articles about low blood pressure and it seems like i need to drink and eat alot...and exercise regularly. What I'm lacking of right now is rest. I really need to rest but I can't seem to get a shut eye...my body doesn't want to listen to me. Okay, I know this is kinda off-topic but I've learnt something. I don't need a perfect guy to make me happy. All i need is his love. Never look for perfection. Even an ordinary man is able to love someone in an extraordinary way. Looks is just a bonus ;) To end this off, hopefully this will be my last attempt to really SLEEP. Goodnight. You guys better takecare of yourself alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-2973059806820985112?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2973059806820985112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=2973059806820985112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/2973059806820985112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/2973059806820985112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2012/01/boo.html' title='boo'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-2771396987668929290</id><published>2012-01-17T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T23:04:52.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>definitely not my day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rQXKdjK54h0/TxWIQUSn-YI/AAAAAAAAIEY/1oSfUASUqY4/s400/DSCN6920%252C.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698610717413341570" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Im sick, and i'm pretty much frazzled :( I absolutely have no clue why. I didn't really do much today...i can't think well too. My throat's in pain and everything seems tasteless. The weather is killing me yeap.  Ahhh i feel so weak. Tapi prangai sempat camwhore. Lol. Anyway I'm lucky to have great groupmates! Hopefully everything will go smoothly till the end and we'll achieve what we want ya? ;) Welllllll you know, I'm actually a simple person. If you're observant enough you'll figure me out. People tend to label me as complex but I'm not really. Sometimes people tend to call me arrogant too cause I don't really say hi or whatever. Thruth is, I tend to daydream while listening to music so i won't really notice the people around me unless you catch up with me heheh. Gosh...i hate the zits on my face right now. They're really really REALLY painful....Le sigh. Alright Imma head to bed now...goodnight xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-2771396987668929290?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2771396987668929290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=2771396987668929290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/2771396987668929290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/2771396987668929290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_17.html' title='definitely not my day...'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rQXKdjK54h0/TxWIQUSn-YI/AAAAAAAAIEY/1oSfUASUqY4/s72-c/DSCN6920%252C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-8194187842330341168</id><published>2012-01-16T22:15:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T21:57:38.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cwh_7d0X4_4/TxQx94PFXhI/AAAAAAAAIDc/dcUzCOqyHB4/s1600/tumblr_lwtvdgOmKx1qmf7qmo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cwh_7d0X4_4/TxQx94PFXhI/AAAAAAAAIDc/dcUzCOqyHB4/s400/tumblr_lwtvdgOmKx1qmf7qmo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698234367667953170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;
&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hiya! ;) It's been a long time since i talk about ME. Sooooo, let's talk about me okay? Yes, this post's gonna be about me! AND ME AND ME. Hahahaha. Ok vhat yani vhat. BTW ARE YOU GOING TO A DAY TO REMEMBER? CAUSE I AMMMMMMMMM. I can't wait. Confirm plus chop I'll see all em gig-goers on march 12th. Yay! Am gonna sing and scream and hxc dance like one of a hell crazy girl. Hahahahah :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY, since imma gemini, and i followed gemisignz on twitter, i find that majority of their tweets are so true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"#ItAnnoysMeWhen I get no reply back, get gnored, things are way slow, or when i get bored so quickly"&lt;/b&gt; - Like heckyeah. I can't rot at home, really. I will always find something to do. Reading, playing games, anything! And when someone doesn't reply me I'll get pissed easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"If you f*cked up big time, Gemini can cut you out of their life as permanently as if you are dead to them,with no warning."&lt;/b&gt; - Been there, done that. Aint talking to them, pretending they don't exist. Yup I'm that cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Don't lie to Gemini just to calm them down - if they find out they will lose respect for you."&lt;/b&gt; - I can read anyone lika book. I chose to kept quiet. I WILL know who's true and who's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"If Gemini goes to bed mad, almost every time they will wake up and be over it already"&lt;/b&gt; - I'm pretty optimistic so i don't go around dwelling about the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"When a Gemini is angry, you'll never win an argument anyway - they will turn everything you say around on you"&lt;/b&gt; - THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"When Gemini is angry, the worst thing you can do is try to talk it out - just leave them alone, give them space"&lt;/b&gt; - If you were to talk to me, I won't listen. So give me some time to think and chill okay? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Gemini are not fakes, they want realness. When they're real, others get offended. Instead of accepting honesty, others assume the false"&lt;/b&gt; - Well IKR, sometimes people treat me like a joke too. Like hello? I'm being real and whatever i say, I'm serious about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Music is the escape Gemini goes to when feeling low"&lt;/b&gt; - True that! It helps me alot ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"If a Gemini wants you, there is no one more romantic than a Gemini"&lt;/b&gt; - Well of course man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Gemini want to try as many new things as possible. They are always on a quest to find new things to do"&lt;/b&gt; - Mmmhmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Gemini love to make new friends and to absorb new ideas and opinions"&lt;/b&gt; - HECKYEAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"If you find Gemini spending a lot of time with you the nit is because they truly enjoy your company"&lt;/b&gt; - :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Gemini sign is known for pushing boundaries without reluctance and following the "rules are made to be broken" philosophy"&lt;/b&gt; - Yup, I'll always think out of the box and go beyond people's expectations. I love challenges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Gemini are completely independent, free thinking beings and allowing them to be who they are without question or judgement"&lt;/b&gt; - Yes, i don't depend on people. I rather do things by myself. I'll only approach when I'm in doubt or clueless of what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-8194187842330341168?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8194187842330341168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=8194187842330341168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/8194187842330341168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/8194187842330341168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2012/01/hiya-so-heyhey.html' title=''/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cwh_7d0X4_4/TxQx94PFXhI/AAAAAAAAIDc/dcUzCOqyHB4/s72-c/tumblr_lwtvdgOmKx1qmf7qmo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-3681326854330580426</id><published>2012-01-15T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T11:16:46.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love, live, laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iLTROCakX5o/TxIvaqsQqFI/AAAAAAAAIDE/XNDxY84sC_M/s1600/tumblr_lxriqhtR6A1qhy8q6o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iLTROCakX5o/TxIvaqsQqFI/AAAAAAAAIDE/XNDxY84sC_M/s400/tumblr_lxriqhtR6A1qhy8q6o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697668613760133202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As a human being, we have to do our part as an individual. We should shower our love to everyone and respect them in any way we can. We need to understand that everyone is fighting a battle of their own. We all have our problems, bad side, bad days. What we usually didn't realize is that there is much more behind it. Behind me, behind you, behind everyone. For instance,why some people hate or why they bully. There are two possibilities. 1) Low self-esteem 2) They grew up in a society everyone look down upon which explains why they are willing to do anything to gain respect but they're just doing them in a wrong way. So, all we have to do is to guide them and show them what love is. Imma break down this post into three parts. Family, friends and strangers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The problem that's occurring now in the society? Not many are respecting their elders. Somehow, even if your dad, or brother or whoever is being a @&amp;amp;)(!$!, let them be, that's just their way of venting. Have faith, be strong. If there is no love in the family, be the fire starter. Nothing's impossible. Everyone will change one day, it takes time for them to realize that they're wrong. Respect your elders no matter what. You will never know their side of story and you will never know why they acted that way. What if they die one day before your eyes? Would you then regret what you did to them? Respect your mother. She gave birth to you because she wants you in her life so make her proud, don't make her disappointed. Respect your father. He works for the family, for your education. Without them both, you wouldn't have a place to live, you wouldn't have internet, you wouldn't be able to meet such great friends in school. Be thankful for what you have. Out there are people who are suffering even more. Hug your family members, kiss them, love them before they die. Live with no regrets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you're lucky, true friends will stay by your side forever. So don't ever let go of them. They were the ones who were there for you in your darkest hour and will always be. They might not show it but in fact, they care. Friends are the ones who introduce you to new things, so try new things together, dream big together, go on road trips together, laugh out loud together till you cry or feel the pain in your stomach, help each other. If a friend doesn't want to tell you their problems, it's okay. Respect their privacy. Do not force but just wait for them to adapt to you. We humans have our own comfort zone so it will take some time for someone to trust you. So just be patient and wait :) The relationship i have with my friends are still going strong because we know each other's flaws and we've learnt how to accept each other's differences. Even if i have a boyfriend, I will not, abandon them and i will not forget them. They will always be in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In my opinion, strangers are people you know nothing about, they are people you said hi to but never knew their side of story. So never judge, never assume. If you see a beggar, don't be shy and donate. Talking to them will make them feel better too because they know, at least someone cares. One day, people will do the same to you. So help strangers in need, for they will pay back your good deed. Things like this are easy as one two three. You just have to set aside your negative thoughts ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-3681326854330580426?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3681326854330580426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=3681326854330580426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/3681326854330580426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/3681326854330580426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2012/01/love-live-laugh.html' title='love, live, laugh'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iLTROCakX5o/TxIvaqsQqFI/AAAAAAAAIDE/XNDxY84sC_M/s72-c/tumblr_lxriqhtR6A1qhy8q6o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-3001991860475901434</id><published>2012-01-14T16:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T09:32:37.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doggone lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HOeDBrMUf7I/TxFEYM2di3I/AAAAAAAAICM/9UtCYSMnBhA/s1600/DSCN6592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HOeDBrMUf7I/TxFEYM2di3I/AAAAAAAAICM/9UtCYSMnBhA/s200/DSCN6592.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697410186157591410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u2jxmWSjatQ/TxFEXtYr1ZI/AAAAAAAAICA/wpVD9tAzCYA/s200/DSCN6599.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697410177711199634" style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 140px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ane1uYnwctI/TxFEYsq_TbI/AAAAAAAAICY/PRu1npRjDY0/s200/DSCN6580.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697410194699406770" style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 140px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Good afternoon :) Finally i get to spend some time with this doggone lover of mine. HAHAHAHA. Nawww, we're just bestfriends yaw. So this guy here requested me to blog about him. Hahahaha i actually don't know what to say but jyeah, we're always mistaken for being a couple...since year 1 cause we're close and stuff. People label this dude as a casanova, but actually he's just being friendly to others. LIKE me, people think imma flirt but im just being nice. Both of us has something in common, the amount of girls and guys we contacted are...countless. People tend to fall for us, but we won't fall for someone that easy, well sometimes. If we did, we'll love hard but...most of the time, people will always take advantage us. And if we fall, we fall harder.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He's actually smart but he rather waste his time going out and working. I tend to scold him if he didn't attend school especially when he's in the same class as me. What makes our "relationship" special is that we're just, idk awesome. We blab alot, we tease each other, laugh at each other's jokes(he will always laugh at my pronounciation zzzz) but we will always be there for each other. Anyway, i'm the type of person who loves to use short forms, and there's this one day that he look lika total geek with his shirt tucked in and pants high up. I called him mat kental and suddenly he called himself matkenspaksselstingstings. AT first im like what the heck is that?! But actually it means "mat kental pakai seluar tinggi tinggi" LOL!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;



Moving on, this guy will always re-enact some of the scenes in tidak tenang. His voice same sia hahahaha! And, everywhere we go, he will always sing and dance lika boss. Tak betul. But i don't mind lah. Lastly, idk why but i will always break down infront of him especially when i had relationship problems because he's the only bestf i could confide in since he's in the same school as me. He's a decent guy actually. He doesn't even know what some vulgarities meant and he doesn't know the things i knew, like places to chill, places to eat in Singapore. But ya, I'm willing to teach him some stuffs i know, in a good way of course. So yeah that's how comfortable we are with each other ;) PS. I used to have a crush on him last time lololol and he knew about it but didn't tell me till end of last year cause my "friend" doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut. Tsk annoying muchos. Besides, our exes tend to get jealous whenever we're together. It's pathetic. I mean like please uh, we're loyal ok x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-3001991860475901434?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3001991860475901434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=3001991860475901434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/3001991860475901434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/3001991860475901434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2012/01/doggone-lover.html' title='doggone lover'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HOeDBrMUf7I/TxFEYM2di3I/AAAAAAAAICM/9UtCYSMnBhA/s72-c/DSCN6592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-2526817127892225776</id><published>2012-01-10T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T23:14:46.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-97sQw6_dXaU/TwxVbKf_ExI/AAAAAAAAIBo/VctAsekuwvE/s1600/tumblr_lx77r2ncqW1qggkpgo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-97sQw6_dXaU/TwxVbKf_ExI/AAAAAAAAIBo/VctAsekuwvE/s400/tumblr_lx77r2ncqW1qggkpgo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696021553880175378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hola amigossss. So currently, i'm on my way to novena from school to meet my mum and sis. Mum's physiotherapy is today and she's going for an op tomorrow at kk hosp. Hopefully things will go well and she'll get better ya? ;) Im in ze bus btw using my notepad cause there isn't any internet connection but fo shure I'll post this up tonight. Today's post will be about my inspiration. Like what inspires me to be a designer and who i am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most of my friends will always ask me, 1) "How do you manage your problems?" Be it relationship problem, school etc. 2) "How do you balance your time between work and play?" 3) "How do you discipline yourself?" 4) "Why do you want to be a designer?" Well if you're curious to know......here goes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I must say that my life has been filled with love since i was a kid. My family, be it parents or siblings had taught me how to love, how to handle people and how to be calm and stay positive no matter what, even if there's a downfall. Thanks to them and not forgetting my friends who gave me THE awesomest advice ever, i guess that's how i handle my life. I will always take their advice into consideration and whatever they say, i'll listen. I can be stubborn at times but during my free time, especially when I'm alone in the bus otw the school or back, i will always reflect on what they said, the mistakes i made, the problems I've faced and so forth. I will also keep in mind about my strengths and weaknesses too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

People think that i have a perfect life but no, I don't have a perfect life and I'm not perfect. No one's perfect. To err is human. Everyone make mistakes. And you know, the only way to not get distracted by criticisms is to be broad minded. How? Well just think this way. If people hate on you, it's just human nature. People get jealous, people hate, people judge. A good friend of mine, cassie, will always tell me that ignorance is bliss. Usually i wouldn't ignore my haters, I would stand up for myself. But lesson learnt. Come to think of it, haters won't listen no matter what you say. Everyone is egoistic, even me. So now, how do i handle my haters? By keeping quiet, smile, and do the things i love. Keeping quiet doesn't mean I'm a sore loser, i just don't deal with childish acts. Age doesn't define maturity, actions do. I'm 19 and I have to admit, I am still immature in some ways. But so what? At least I'm having fun doing my thing. I make people happy and that's all that matters. Besides, I am who i am. If you can't handle me, then you're out of my league. I'm cool with people who are nice to me and i don't hate anyone :) OH and btw, just an advice, hate no one. Even if someone's being a douche, and screw your life upside down, don't hate. Look on the bright side, just be glad that they came into your life because they taught you a lesson by showing you how bad people can be. So they actually WILL transform you into a much better person. A stronger one in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Moving on, you guys know very well that I'm active on twitter and retweet alot. I know that sometimes i can be annoying cause i will flood your timeline but thruth is, i retweet quotes because i want to be a better person for the people i love. Quotes will somehow guide me, you know? Just like the holy quran. Not forgetting, books too! ;) I love to read romance novels, and novels about travelling and dreams. The stories I've read will always inspire me. So, the advice i gave to people are normally based on my personal experience and my knowledge about things and people in life :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next up, how do i balance my time between work and play? Well, you know, when it comes to work, i will actually tell myself to just do it and never give up. Even if i have some free time, I will work my ass off and then enjoy later. I will always set my studies as my priority. Just remember that if don't understand a single thing, ask. There will always be someone who is willing to help you. If everyone's hopeless, there's always an alternative. Be an independent worker, figure things out yourself while you can. But sometimes, don't ask too many questions, just let your imagination run wild. You have to think this way because if you think this way, everything will go smoothly. Trust me kay? :) Have faith in everything you do. AND yup if you need some time out, rest, eat, chill with friends or family, get some advice from them and just enjoy your day. It works for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last but not least, i'm actually proud to be an interactive media student. Just a summary of my course, I manage to learn and do stuffs that i never thought I'll do throughout the whole 2 years and because of that, my interest for designing actually grew. My lecturer told me that the course I'm taking now is very distinct from others and we're highly in demand in the design industry. So far, i did a number of simulated-client projects before. Like brand identity for a freestyle retail shop, handbook for mtv's smoking campaign, interactive website for singapore kindness movement, a hotel and icecream company. I also did interface designing for zoo kiosk and handheld device for maritime museum. So my course is all about illustrations, website designing, games and animation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

I'm not a great designer, but I plan to be one ;) I usually get my inspiration from posters, brochures, magazines, books and things around me. Be it the interior or exterior of restaurants and shopping malls, furniture and anything you could think of. If you want to be designer in future, the most important thing is to actually observe and take note of trends. Yes, trends. For example, what are things people love and what are the topics people usually talk about? You have to take note of what teenagers and adults prefer and what the world likes because your client can be of any age. Games play an important role too. I will always take note of the typography and colours used. I've learnt that an appropriate interface will definitely benefit the designer as well as the users. I don't have a specific styling yet though. But i do know that I'm strong in vintage designing. After reading 'Pattern&amp;amp;Prints2' book, i actually felt that i should expose myself to different kind of styling in future. I plan to do it soon, especially for my upcoming individual projects. All I want to be a unique designer, I don't want to follow what my mates are doing. I will follow my heart and mind instead. I really hope to get a good GPA, insyaallah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Ohhhhhhhhhkay so I'm done! LIKE FINALLY RIGHT? :P Well to end this off, i know that i just wrote a VERY lengthy post. But admit it, this post makes sense, no? :) Does it inspire you somehoooooow? *wriggle eyebrows. LOL. Btw, do bear in mind that whatever the circumstances, you just have to chill and go with the flow. Don't expect for expectations will always lead to disappointments. But aim high, always. You have to be confident in yourself in order for people to be aware of you and respect your decisions and your dreams. Thank you for reading! xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-2526817127892225776?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2526817127892225776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=2526817127892225776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/2526817127892225776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/2526817127892225776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2012/01/inspiration.html' title='inspiration'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-97sQw6_dXaU/TwxVbKf_ExI/AAAAAAAAIBo/VctAsekuwvE/s72-c/tumblr_lx77r2ncqW1qggkpgo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-6103454315705773979</id><published>2012-01-09T22:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T23:59:39.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>supsup eh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oYMGDcTdxLA/TwsB2p66p5I/AAAAAAAAIBc/r3SXhYGpHEY/s1600/DSCN6229..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oYMGDcTdxLA/TwsB2p66p5I/AAAAAAAAIBc/r3SXhYGpHEY/s400/DSCN6229..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695648192217655186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haiiii. So how's my life so far? Well, i slacked, alot, on weekends. And, uhm, ya. Slacked today too. Went to town, ate tom yum fried rice yumyum! andddd explored some shops at cine. Discovered so many things today! I IZ SO HAPPY PLEASE but damnnnnn tired. Slept in the train just now. I was tempted to buy em vintage stuff but nah. I did bought some pink accessories to fit my floral skirt though hehehehe. OH and hell yes, i found this perfume, a nice smelling perfume. The brand's Paul Smith :D And i like it like it come on! Can someone just buy for meeee? *wriggle eyebrows. I have a fetish for perfumes btw. Woooo perfumes FTW!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While roaming around orchard ion, we visited opera gallery too. I felt so inspired and you know what? I suddenly feel like doing something i love most, which is painting. I feel like buying some canvas, let my imagination run wildddddddd and just paint. I went to school early in the morning just to tear down some stuffs. I have to admit....it's a bore. We've got nothing much to doooooooo, but at least i did something that I've never done before in my entire life which is to dismantle this...idk metal thingy? I can't remember the name, sorry. LOL.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;



Kay sooooo, my birthday's in a few month's time. But just to share with you the things i love so you'll know what to buy for me in future. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1) I absolutely love vintage stuff. Be it vintage camera, vintage phone, vintage accessories, vintage tops/dresses/skirts/pants. ANYTHING WILL DO as long as it's vintage, ol' school and nice.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2) I have a thing for colours. Now doesn't that explain why my blog is so colourful? heh. I prefer soft colours though :) No, i think i like bold colours too. As long as it's vibrant and attractive. Ouh yeah.

3) I love perfumes. Favourite brands are Anna Sui, Vera Wang, Jimmy choo and Paul smith. My current fav is paul smith's rose. Ooolala. Not forgetting, flowers too! Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4) I have a thing for shoes/heels. I rarely wear heels to school but i love heels. I've been searching for a turquoise/hot pink heel for ages. But to no avail.  Le sighhhh. ITS OKAI ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5) I absolutely love D.I.Y stuffs. Especially for a birthday gift. DIY cupcakes, DIY card, simply anything you could think of. They're just lovely. It shows how sincere someone is. That is why sometimes, i kinda hate it when people buy me gifts. I just don't want em to waste their money. I prefer them doing it instead ya?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;



So that's all folks. My eyes are actually half open right now. I am so sleepy so i shall do my work tomorrow morning. Goodnighhhhhhhhhhhhht&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-6103454315705773979?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6103454315705773979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=6103454315705773979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/6103454315705773979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/6103454315705773979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='supsup eh'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oYMGDcTdxLA/TwsB2p66p5I/AAAAAAAAIBc/r3SXhYGpHEY/s72-c/DSCN6229..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-8605680590910286851</id><published>2012-01-06T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T23:12:15.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2wT0_O_9kwY/TwcDD7tAqeI/AAAAAAAAIBE/zIFo2NGgOaA/s1600/tumblr_lospn2oQL21qfdi4jo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2wT0_O_9kwY/TwcDD7tAqeI/AAAAAAAAIBE/zIFo2NGgOaA/s400/tumblr_lospn2oQL21qfdi4jo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694523619934251490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, what's a relationship? Well, what I'm going to share with you right now, is based on my personal opinion and experience. So if you're offended in anyway, change. It's not that hard, really. You just need patience and one hell of a strong determination :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A relationship can last when it's fun. Yes, of course there will be downfalls. But really, joke around with your partner, go for adventures, dine at a fine restaurant once in awhile, go to places you never went before, go to his/her desired place, surprise him or her on random days, make them feel special in every way you could think of. But, take note of when to be serious and when to joke around. Most importantly, know your limits. You ought to be cautious of what you say too. Words can prick people's heart. If your partner crosses the line once or twice, it's fine. BUT if he or she kept repeating the same mistakes time and again, it's their choice and they just choose not to do anything about it. #fact &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A relationship can last when you set aside your ego. It kills. Don't be selfish. Respect your partner at all times. He/she chose YOU in the first place because he/she believes in YOU.  If all you think is about yourself, why are you even in a relationship? Consider your partner's feelings too. Especially in an argument. If he/she doesn't accept your flaws, leave. A good partner will love you for who you are and will support whatever you love doing. And if your partner is good to you, be glad that he/she is. Always work together to solve a problem. Confiding in someone is fine, crying is fine too, but when it comes to decisions, it's tougher than you think. At the same time, you ought to consider your feelings too. Happiness starts from you. If you're happy, your partner will be happy too, and likewise.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;



A relationship can last when the two of you decided not to let social network get in your way. It's normal for girls to have guyfriends and guys to have girlfriends. Be broad-minded. Getting jealous over a wallpost or mention is pretty much childish. Action speaks louder than words. So, if you didn't witness any 'cheating' or whatever with your very own eyes, NEVER, ever assume. Assumptions will ALWAYS ruin relationships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To sum everything up, a relationship is about compromising. It takes two hands to clap and it definitely takes two strong individuals to commit, trust each other, be honest with each other and never fail to make each other happy. I know, you guys might be thinking, "yeahyeah, it's easier said than done". BUT seriously, be strong, don't give up that easy. It is hard, but that's when you'll find out your partner's true colours and know whether he or she is worth it AND whether he or she deserves you at best. Get what i mean?
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So jyeah, that's about it :) Thanks for reading. Love you gais muah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-8605680590910286851?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8605680590910286851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=8605680590910286851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/8605680590910286851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/8605680590910286851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2012/01/relationship.html' title='relationship'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2wT0_O_9kwY/TwcDD7tAqeI/AAAAAAAAIBE/zIFo2NGgOaA/s72-c/tumblr_lospn2oQL21qfdi4jo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-3359544891536158937</id><published>2012-01-06T00:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T02:12:01.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends for keeps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fTY5jvK4mHw/TwXmnaE2FpI/AAAAAAAAIA4/yvnHeGGVpMo/s1600/tumblr_lxc5irZR721r1wmmjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fTY5jvK4mHw/TwXmnaE2FpI/AAAAAAAAIA4/yvnHeGGVpMo/s400/tumblr_lxc5irZR721r1wmmjo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694210868568790674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uU1lXMlRNm4/TwXmnEDSpcI/AAAAAAAAIAs/G2b41jsUNyQ/s1600/tumblr_lxc6wnO0c71r9za08o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uU1lXMlRNm4/TwXmnEDSpcI/AAAAAAAAIAs/G2b41jsUNyQ/s400/tumblr_lxc6wnO0c71r9za08o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694210862656693698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xtXA5fKxnOM/TwXmmyrMfwI/AAAAAAAAIAg/QcQn5m6uj9A/s1600/tumblr_lxc71shjFc1r9za08o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xtXA5fKxnOM/TwXmmyrMfwI/AAAAAAAAIAg/QcQn5m6uj9A/s400/tumblr_lxc71shjFc1r9za08o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694210857992224514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify; "&gt;HAILUUUUUUUUU. Wazzup beetchas! IM SO HYPER RIGHT NOW and IVE BEEN HYPER throughout the whole day. I don't even know why but I'm so very happy today. Yes, I'm happy. So what's going on in my life? Well, today I was on duty for my school's open house. My booth was the most sexciting one. We managed to get the students' involvement. Today reminds me so much of how i am back then in secondary school. Especially when I promote my CCA. But what can i say, I'm known for influencing people especially with my happy-go-lucky nature :D Today's the real me btw. Honestly, I'm not the quiet type. I just chose to be quiet. I can be fun but like i said, it depends on who I'm with and the mood I'm in. Imma person with major moodswings. If you can handle that, plus points! hahah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
Oh yeah, met some qties, familiar faces, visited and promoted other courses till 6pm. After the open house, walked to safra with nadiyya! She can be my boyfriend sia. Hahahah so cute la can? Especially when she told me about ahem ahem! Hehehe :D After thattttttt i went back to woodlands to have dinner with my guyfriend, mayor. it was awwww-SOME! Been a long time since i met him newaes. We were so random okay. I could talk to him for hours. So after dinner we decided to walk back home. Night walks will forever be my favourite especially when it's windy. But jyeah! I guess mayor's gonna be my travel bud and part time bodyguard cause he will never allow me to travel alone hahaha! ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

I guess, I'm happy today partly because i met the people i love.  And you know what. It seems like i don't care what people think or talk about me anymore. I simply don't care. And i don't give a damn to guys who doesn't show me any effort. It's like I'm becoming the type of person who 'plays hard to get'. But yah, I am hard to get duh. Hahahahhaa. I'm very choosy ok. But with sincerity and honesty you could go far with me. If i trust you, and i'm comfortable talking to you, then congratulations you're ahead of anyone else but that's just the beginning, you have a long way to go :D I know people well okay, i can see through your intentions and all that shit. Don't think i'm dumb and don't ever underestimate me. I'll never lose in an argument. I will never lose. If you don't take me seriously, then it's your loss. Whatever i say, they're what's best for you. Anyway, for those who wants to know how to be happy, just one advice from me. Start with yourself. Make YOU your priority, smile. It works :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

AH and yes! It feels so good talking to my old time friends. Like syazwana and sharrita. I miss my schoolmates really. Well i feel like organizing an outing with the girls soon. ONLY girls day out. Woohoo confirm best gile nak mampuiiii. As you can see, life's been good to me. Alhamdulillah. No dramas, just plain fun manxzxzxzx! Wooohoo so freaking aweskemenizing!!!!!! OKAY but i guess it's time for me to sleep. GOODNIGHT larp chu guys so muchos muahmuah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;span &gt;Ps. When I'm hyper i tend to talk nonsense. So just bear with it. No worries, I'm sane :D
Pss. Soon we will all be united, go for roadtrips, fall in love, and be happy. I can't wait for that day to come for all of us. &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/12419179-3359544891536158937?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3359544891536158937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=3359544891536158937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/3359544891536158937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/3359544891536158937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2012/01/friends-for-keeps.html' title='friends for keeps'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fTY5jvK4mHw/TwXmnaE2FpI/AAAAAAAAIA4/yvnHeGGVpMo/s72-c/tumblr_lxc5irZR721r1wmmjo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-7392328689876774371</id><published>2012-01-04T18:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T22:14:17.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKFRqnDLOmA/TwREd7rzQUI/AAAAAAAAIAU/-GWvJ2Akv34/s1600/tumblr_lvnitjeT701qjjasjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKFRqnDLOmA/TwREd7rzQUI/AAAAAAAAIAU/-GWvJ2Akv34/s400/tumblr_lvnitjeT701qjjasjo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693751109931450690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmmm how i wish I'm right there, in the picture. I have a thing for flowers. I'm looking forward to get a bouquet of flowers and bears from bby for our 7th. Yup, if anyone ever surprise me with flowers, any kind, any colour, as long as it smells good, i would love that him or her forever. I never receive flowers before, but i hope to receive a bunch of them in future. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, today's post will be about dreams. Sometimes, i really wish that the dreams i had would come true. Like a, dejavu sort of thing? Recently, i dreamt that i own a set of dyes at home. As soon as i bought the kit, i dyed my hair green with blue streaks. Few days later when i plan to roam around town, i dyed pink+red+yelloworangey and i bun my hair up. I LOOK SO GORGEOUS PLEASE. Haha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I had a handful of nightmares before but I can't recall every single one of them. The rest of my dreams were pretty much adventurous. When it comes to trying new ventures, I'm the type of girl who is up for anything baby! Only some knows how crazy i can be. In my dreams, my soul traveled EVERYWHERE. Like china, venice, egypt and many more. Pretty much the places lara croft went to kick some ass! Oh yes i would love to be like her one day. That explains why I plan to go for defense classes after poly since i have a kick butt partner in mind! ;) I even rode on bumpers, snow jets and all that jazz. Oh yeah that's how cool i am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Moving on, I'm really looking forward to my 'life after poly'. Having friends from other courses is not that bad afterall. Last night, I tweeted about us(my friends) needing each other in future. Let me share with you about my life long dream. Even though all of us chose a different path, they're all helpful in some ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

Well, let's kick start with my design friends. Friends from fashion design could design my wedding dress and pass on some of their skills to me cause i would love to create my own apparels! :P Friends from moving images could take videos/pictures on my wedding day and compile them together! Friends from interior architecture could decor my house. AND! I could design my own invitation cards!!! :D Ah i could also help them to create a site for their shop and design posters/banners! Friends from tourism could get me air tickets for my honeymoon or roadtrips. Friends who are in science school could be my private family doctor. Friends from IT school could fix my lappy or anything around my house. Last but not least, friends who are in the media could introduce me to famous people locally and abroad! Famous fashion designers, famous reporters, famous actresses/actors, famous singers, famous dancers, famous musicians and many more! AWESOME HUH? Hopefully this dream of mine would come trueeee ;) I will not expect for expectations will lead to disappointments. So, i'll just go with the flow~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-7392328689876774371?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7392328689876774371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=7392328689876774371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/7392328689876774371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/7392328689876774371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2012/01/dreams.html' title='dreams'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKFRqnDLOmA/TwREd7rzQUI/AAAAAAAAIAU/-GWvJ2Akv34/s72-c/tumblr_lvnitjeT701qjjasjo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-621743854460089190</id><published>2012-01-04T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T00:30:03.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sItTji5_1WA/TwMnRhEmFSI/AAAAAAAAIAI/q0jiT8c_MEY/s1600/oh1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sItTji5_1WA/TwMnRhEmFSI/AAAAAAAAIAI/q0jiT8c_MEY/s400/oh1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693437535815341346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I iz flower girlzxzxz. So this time round i decided to play around with colours. Just a simple edit of colour overlay. Ah, one of the tops i bought from flea. It's 3 bucks btw. Hehehehe ikr?! Wooo i love fleas. I love em flowers. 1) They smell nice. 2) I smell nice. 3) After this shot bugs followed me everywhere i go. LOL! Okay fake. Hmmm life's been a-okay for me. I die die thought my project 3 and comda is gonna strt this week. Little did i know that i missed out this blk's module which is interaction design. Sooooo i'll be having only one module this month! HAPPYGIRL_93@HOTMAIL.COM!!!!! :D Ah i know i've been posting in singlish lately. I'm just being myself. A typical singaporean indeed. But ya, I'll be posting in proper english tmr onwards so that viewers from overseas would understand me better. Thanks for viewing anons! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

Anyway, I had an awesome time with my classmates today. Thought of doing home but yeah, at mixed cream omurice and macha icecream with them. It was soooooooo delicious. It's my first time going there(i forgot the name of the restaurant alr :/), but yah! THE PLACE IS SO NICE. It's really damn cosy and homey~ Chilled at the playground. I nearly vomitted. Hahahahah! Cause we played the spinning2 thingy. I nearly fell too :( It was so scary okay. I screamed lika little kid. HAHAHAH gosh embarassing much. Ahhh i'm tired. That's all for today, more tomorrow. Imma head to bed, sayonara beetchas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-621743854460089190?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/621743854460089190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=621743854460089190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/621743854460089190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/621743854460089190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-iz-flower-girlzxzxz.html' title=''/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sItTji5_1WA/TwMnRhEmFSI/AAAAAAAAIAI/q0jiT8c_MEY/s72-c/oh1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-1543824155011654867</id><published>2012-01-03T23:25:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T00:02:48.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bestf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--T8HlVh1bIo/TwMhcgUX0JI/AAAAAAAAH_8/w8j6PskHOz8/s1600/DSCN5962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--T8HlVh1bIo/TwMhcgUX0JI/AAAAAAAAH_8/w8j6PskHOz8/s200/DSCN5962.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693431127521874066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F55GJckswa8/TwMhbgKcvQI/AAAAAAAAH_w/auRxkDNenDA/s200/DSCN5956.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693431110300384514" style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 180px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5kykrvX_JRU/TwMha1KvN9I/AAAAAAAAH_Y/Ah5rYimGFO4/s200/DSCN5892.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693431098758870994" style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 180px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CI7zP9hU64o/TwMhbQFQRkI/AAAAAAAAH_k/Ni5YQuo0jNg/s200/DSCN5881.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693431105983628866" style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 180px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nTt0TS3PQSA/TwMgkxk7_pI/AAAAAAAAH_M/v8PkHhMyF70/s1600/DSCN6065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 173px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nTt0TS3PQSA/TwMgkxk7_pI/AAAAAAAAH_M/v8PkHhMyF70/s200/DSCN6065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693430170082082450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iI1eiurzXrE/TwMgjOYFF2I/AAAAAAAAH-0/lzT-hRPfDiI/s200/DSCN6067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693430143453042530" style="cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 130px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lBDzOjAoFHc/TwMgizgstkI/AAAAAAAAH-o/UgDeLqECrXo/s200/DSCN6037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693430136241436226" style="cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 130px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today marks my 7th anniversary with siti shafiqah aka cheffy aka biatch aka bby!!!!!! :D Ah she's my first bestfriend since secondary 1. I can't believe it's been 7 years! Anyway i went out with her yesterday. Roamed around sentosa and stuff. It was fun. Had a really good time laughing all the way gossiping about people around us. And of course, there were plenty of hotties there. *meltz. But i felt really shag. Had burger king for dinner yumyum :D Mushroom burger ftw! And yay! No school tomorrrrrrow. I'm prolly going for cca open house tomorrow to help out. As in influence the sec 1 kids to join band hehehe can't wait!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-1543824155011654867?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1543824155011654867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=1543824155011654867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/1543824155011654867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/1543824155011654867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2012/01/bestf.html' title='bestf'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--T8HlVh1bIo/TwMhcgUX0JI/AAAAAAAAH_8/w8j6PskHOz8/s72-c/DSCN5962.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-972088773020580764</id><published>2011-12-31T14:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T15:17:51.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDY4b9zA7Kk/Tv6sILX4roI/AAAAAAAAH-Q/AANNQSDQpbc/s1600/DSCN4719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDY4b9zA7Kk/Tv6sILX4roI/AAAAAAAAH-Q/AANNQSDQpbc/s400/DSCN4719.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692176235534790274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Goodnoon. Imma share with you the memories i had in 2011. Both good and bad. The only thing that made me fall was my past relationship. I went through so much. So much till i couldn't utter anything anymore when someone asked me 'what happened?', so much till i couldn't figure out how i feel. So much till my heart aches every time i think about beautiful times i had with him. So much till i actually want to risk my life just to save my friends and family. Well i don't wanna talk and think about it anymore. I'm tired, really. But I'm glad we ended. Even though i went through hard times, at least i get to experience what love is. So thank you, muhammad zulhilmi. But i know i deserve better. I'm happier this way and i realize that i'm better of single because I'm happy with freedom and not being committed to anyone. In life, in future, there is so much in store for me. So many opportunities. That is why I wouldn't want to waste my life being attached to anyone unless he's the type of person who is willing to give me space and understands my situation clearly :) But the guy must be really damn good to convince me and prove to me that he's unlike any other. Action speaks louder than words. Oh, another bad one, i lose friends. But it's okay la, i can still live without them. A handful of people may hate me, but i have the whole world behind me. So i don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

So i'm done with the bad times. Now for the good ones. Let me just summarize everything aite cause there's just too many things to list down here. I met new online friends and yeah, they're good to me. Especially on twitter. My classmates are great. My old mates are still awesome as ever. I enjoyed being silly with every single one of them. Well that's what bestfriends do isn't it. Hahahha :) I even composed a song for them. Hehe. Ah yes, i tried many new things, like cycling(i don't, know, how, to, cycle,btw!! HAHA), bbq-ing(i don't know how to set up fire and stuff also LOL) new FOOD(i kept noming lika boss at every makan place but still thin mcm papan) and went to many new places. I had a great time photoshooting and exploring all around singapore with friends and family. I made covers, but only uploaded one(lolol). National day was a memorable one for me, the fireworks was spectacular. I had fun running around with my guyfriend hahahaha! Good ol' times aye! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

Tomorrow's new year and what's my new year's resolution? To get good GPA, good job and colleagues (i'm planning to work as a photographer soon) and save up. I NEED TO STOP SPENDING...I seriously can't have my atm card with me  -______-" And of course, i need money for my korea trip. I don't wanna use my parent's money anyway. Life will be busy for me but it's okay la, i like it this way. I rather suffer now and enjoy the rest of my life in future. Soooo yeah, that's about it! Thanks for reading ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-972088773020580764?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/972088773020580764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=972088773020580764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/972088773020580764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/972088773020580764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/12/journey.html' title='journey'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDY4b9zA7Kk/Tv6sILX4roI/AAAAAAAAH-Q/AANNQSDQpbc/s72-c/DSCN4719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-8772006116037426856</id><published>2011-12-31T12:49:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T13:35:11.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshoot at pearls hill park</title><content type='html'>Pearls hill park is really a lovely place. Very peaceful, very windy. But dad said the place is 'keras' so it's kinda haunted there. Luckily nothing happened to us cause we didn't know and we had no bad intentions. We did saw an abandon playground and NEARLY went there but it's too farrrrr at the bottom near this abandoned hdb building. I don't even know whether there are people living there or not. Besides, we were high up. While roaming around the place, there's this hogwarts-like building. It's actually an old police headquaters. It looks really damn cool. More pictures at my facebook :) But too bad we didn't get to explore inside cause there were security cameras everywhere.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fPpR9mLeR78/Tv6Zq_SS-DI/AAAAAAAAH9A/JUGzmo29e_s/s400/yani18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692155942864615474" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W6usnRBMNI8/Tv6aM2USgwI/AAAAAAAAH-A/ODWdh2IW1_w/s400/haj3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692156524572607234" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexe2nMdNac/Tv6ZoQOT-KI/AAAAAAAAH8c/j85IWE1avrE/s400/haj24.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692155895871699106" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PATl8mQTmEM/Tv6aLZHUyFI/AAAAAAAAH9o/N5DCEZKENTo/s1600/yani32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PATl8mQTmEM/Tv6aLZHUyFI/AAAAAAAAH9o/N5DCEZKENTo/s400/yani32.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692156499553732690" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SLY_FxpgHhI/Tv6aKuKKWRI/AAAAAAAAH9c/6QtwJ75fH6k/s1600/haj21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SLY_FxpgHhI/Tv6aKuKKWRI/AAAAAAAAH9c/6QtwJ75fH6k/s400/haj21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692156488022907154" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SeL2G3Dd7VM/Tv6ZoKbCGHI/AAAAAAAAH8Q/bjblu_p10Ig/s1600/yani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SeL2G3Dd7VM/Tv6ZoKbCGHI/AAAAAAAAH8Q/bjblu_p10Ig/s400/yani.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692155894314440818" style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 380px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L4uVmxEF-UU/Tv6Y2MjRKyI/AAAAAAAAH7o/ENhcBCF20m0/s1600/haj1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L4uVmxEF-UU/Tv6Y2MjRKyI/AAAAAAAAH7o/ENhcBCF20m0/s400/haj1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692155035892394786" style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 380px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EgTy6EjrgF8/Tv6aMVyJU0I/AAAAAAAAH90/66kErhX48AU/s1600/yani11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 380px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EgTy6EjrgF8/Tv6aMVyJU0I/AAAAAAAAH90/66kErhX48AU/s400/yani11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692156515839464258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kIe7jcU7RfM/Tv6Zp-5g42I/AAAAAAAAH80/mXgIzcHdYtI/s400/yani21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692155925580800866" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 380px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eoAVnx0ATuM/Tv6Y3ynq2SI/AAAAAAAAH8I/TOMAiLOx7lU/s400/haj12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692155063291271458" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 380px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vqmVJ2AeMMc/Tv6ZpFFNaaI/AAAAAAAAH8o/1Fizo4UpNuw/s400/yani25.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692155910060599714" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 380px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ma1iKkoH-FE/Tv6Y2VAq-8I/AAAAAAAAH74/eW9qXT0F0YQ/s400/yani3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692155038163205058" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 380px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yKxKORvFaJw/Tv6Y1rzBcYI/AAAAAAAAH7g/7xbaeD6Ax-E/s400/haj7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692155027100103042" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 380px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bmlUWj6s0Ho/Tv6aKWk3tTI/AAAAAAAAH9Q/y1mAHRtPYnU/s400/haj17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692156481692480818" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 380px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BA8a3GO0eks/Tv6Y1UF2ckI/AAAAAAAAH7U/pSqDLw_s-dA/s400/DSCN4414%2521.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692155020736623170" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 380px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-8772006116037426856?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8772006116037426856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=8772006116037426856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/8772006116037426856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/8772006116037426856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/12/photoshoot-at-pearls-hill-park.html' title='Photoshoot at pearls hill park'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fPpR9mLeR78/Tv6Zq_SS-DI/AAAAAAAAH9A/JUGzmo29e_s/s72-c/yani18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-4404051579431468383</id><published>2011-12-31T12:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T12:47:57.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the band, the band, the msl band!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First up, the alumnis! Me, haj and isk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A9wMUL1h-FQ/Tv6LHCYQ_vI/AAAAAAAAH7A/Ho1KOKvo9oE/s1600/383258_10150457997879053_785394052_8596636_1727577429_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A9wMUL1h-FQ/Tv6LHCYQ_vI/AAAAAAAAH7A/Ho1KOKvo9oE/s400/383258_10150457997879053_785394052_8596636_1727577429_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692139932056878834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2KX1YOdzR1A/Tv6LGx1mxrI/AAAAAAAAH6w/DyP8lFWPdx0/s1600/407397_10150457995829053_785394052_8596615_756636609_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2KX1YOdzR1A/Tv6LGx1mxrI/AAAAAAAAH6w/DyP8lFWPdx0/s400/407397_10150457995829053_785394052_8596615_756636609_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692139927616538290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Puteri Natasha - My lovely junior, my twin.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VxsaeIM1RRQ/Tv6Kew55YzI/AAAAAAAAH6k/Bn817LEd5UE/s1600/DSCN5139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VxsaeIM1RRQ/Tv6Kew55YzI/AAAAAAAAH6k/Bn817LEd5UE/s400/DSCN5139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692139240171332402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rosyidah, mam shidah and mam jiaxin! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kgrDUUAmMLM/Tv6J3_6CRVI/AAAAAAAAH5g/uBWBBqUpUr4/s1600/DSCN5115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kgrDUUAmMLM/Tv6J3_6CRVI/AAAAAAAAH5g/uBWBBqUpUr4/s400/DSCN5115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692138574183548242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My darlingggggs. Love them muchos. Had so many fond memories with these 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aunMi_POsRo/Tv6J3XsTL0I/AAAAAAAAH5U/qUpjtLHy0Z0/s1600/DSCN5109.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aunMi_POsRo/Tv6J3XsTL0I/AAAAAAAAH5U/qUpjtLHy0Z0/s1600/DSCN5109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aunMi_POsRo/Tv6J3XsTL0I/AAAAAAAAH5U/qUpjtLHy0Z0/s400/DSCN5109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692138563388518210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qx7SkZ1_hqU/Tv6QNfFkYWI/AAAAAAAAH7I/LdtfrR7126w/s400/DSCN5118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692145540400439650" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eubJ2Ky58-g/Tv6J4XkOyiI/AAAAAAAAH5s/QqpQH-JwuZ8/s400/DSCN5135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692138580534544930" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best section for 3 years. I hope they'll keep this going. Imma miss them loads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MmgxcDqX5pE/Tv6J5-qfQ9I/AAAAAAAAH6I/buFdvO9KRm4/s400/DSCN5149.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692138608209642450" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Us with ms onggggg! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJk3So2Mqxw/Tv6J5vD5xBI/AAAAAAAAH54/saVNLjETdl8/s1600/DSCN5183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJk3So2Mqxw/Tv6J5vD5xBI/AAAAAAAAH54/saVNLjETdl8/s400/DSCN5183.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692138604021269522" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Two nights ago was one of the best nights of my life. Met so many familiar faces. They, will always be the seniors and the juniors i love. For the first time i didn't cry though. I did felt like crying thinking about the times we used to have together, but i somehow manage to hold back my tears. When i had a heart to heart talk with my section till midnight, i made a firm remark of what i want, what the seniors expect and told them things i want to them keep in mind. I hate this, I'm missing them already.  Since Ms ong's leaving, the alumnis decided to play her favourite song, 'heal the world' with the band. It brought her to tears. I felt so happy when i performed on stage. It's been a long time since i felt like a star, and since i felt this much love and support. I wish there'll be a musical coming up for us. Maybe another mia musica at vch? :D It's so sad that i'll be super busy in 2012. Hopefully I'll have the time to come back for band. I'm proud that my juniors got back the best section award. I told them that i want them to work EXTRA hard for e past few days, get it back and tada, they did! So proud haish. They didn't win last year, that's why :)&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/12419179-4404051579431468383?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4404051579431468383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=4404051579431468383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/4404051579431468383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/4404051579431468383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/12/band-band-msl-band.html' title='the band, the band, the msl band!'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A9wMUL1h-FQ/Tv6LHCYQ_vI/AAAAAAAAH7A/Ho1KOKvo9oE/s72-c/383258_10150457997879053_785394052_8596636_1727577429_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-4944014769862193046</id><published>2011-12-25T02:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T02:23:42.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randompe</title><content type='html'>Okay i know i know, everyone's curious about my love life. FOREVER curious. Well, nothing's going on really :) WELL, i kinda have a crush on someone. Okay......i know what you're thinking. Don't laugh!! I said KINDA. But i'm not going to show it or give him hints. Hahahahah! :P Imma just chill. Eh but wait, i think i am giving him hints. HAHAHAHA idk la but uhm, I'm so used to chilling i don't even care whether a guy contacts me or not. Of course, I'll feel lonely at times but it's okay! I text my girlfriends like lovers so..........hehehe. I'm not bisexual btw i'm 100% straight! LOL! Goodnaaai it's time for me to sleeeeeeeeeeeeep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-4944014769862193046?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4944014769862193046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=4944014769862193046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/4944014769862193046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/4944014769862193046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/12/randompe.html' title='randompe'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-321435619735356823</id><published>2011-12-25T01:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T02:07:58.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to youuu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fnIQPtir4Ew/TvYH9nAjrgI/AAAAAAAAH5I/B51KfHm8BEs/s1600/DSCN3455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fnIQPtir4Ew/TvYH9nAjrgI/AAAAAAAAH5I/B51KfHm8BEs/s200/DSCN3455.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689743934253936130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KYfXCwFtDyQ/TvYH9ZWuf8I/AAAAAAAAH48/TXNE8nft9Rs/s200/DSCN3498.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689743930588823490" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UHHXJJaBT60/TvYHjqd9A9I/AAAAAAAAH4w/Pi2NCRHqBRc/s1600/DSCN3570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UHHXJJaBT60/TvYHjqd9A9I/AAAAAAAAH4w/Pi2NCRHqBRc/s200/DSCN3570.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689743488505938898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x88vP9j31XQ/TvYHjG6xHeI/AAAAAAAAH4k/QrFN_A7InRU/s200/DSCN3692.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689743478963117538" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_yZyzgBO5nA/TvYHiipKCbI/AAAAAAAAH4Y/n_hk8scgQy8/s1600/DSCN3561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_yZyzgBO5nA/TvYHiipKCbI/AAAAAAAAH4Y/n_hk8scgQy8/s200/DSCN3561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689743469225576882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tV2JIvuGClc/TvYHiPCLyCI/AAAAAAAAH4M/NHIzQl92Re0/s200/DSCN3508.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689743463961839650" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify; "&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HAIII. So i spent my friday with my best buds since secondary 1. Love them so muchos. Too bad fat had to go off early cause she lives in jb :( She didn't get to witness the epic surprise we had at cold stone. Everything went well but it was kinda embarassing. It was our first time there, and i took the risk to ask whether they can help me with the surprise.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;



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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The convo between me and the guy goes like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: Btw, can i ask? My friend's birthday is today, and i want to surprise her.
Can you put in a candle on top?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Him: What's her name and where's your friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: My friend's outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Him: Your friend has to be inside! Call her in now we can't go out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: Huh? Errrr okay. *rushed out cause there were so many people there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*few seconds later..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: EH ATIKAH ORANG TU SURO KAU MASUK SKRG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Atikah: Asal?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: Masuk je! Orang tu kate kau kene masuk kat dlm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Atikah: abeh barang camne?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: Aku tk tau! buat bodoh ah, masuk je ah jom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Atikah: okok!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*few seconds later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Him: ALRIGHT EVERYONE! WE HAVE A BIRTHDAY GIRL IN DA HAUS!!
HER NAME'S ATIKAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyone including me and cheffy: WOOOOOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Him: Okay so atikah raise up your hand! We're gonna sing you a birthday song!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ONE, TWO, THREE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUUUUUU~~~
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;WHILE they sang, our reaction was like wth!!!! Both atikah and cheffy looked paiseh ttm cause we never did this kinda thing before and i just sang along. Hahahaha we didn't expect this, at all. At first i thought of having them to bring the dessert to us and we'll sing along. But nooooo. It was awesome, really :P I love impromptu plans hahaha! Okay so, first we actually ate pastamania, then we watched mission impossible:ghost protocol. The movie's worth the watch. Non stop action. I LOVE TOM CRUISE SINCE YOUNG. He's soooo gorgeous okay? hothotheat! Then, fathin left and we went shopping. Okay i went shopping. I bought props for my next photoshoot. Supposed to be today but postponed it to tues. I even bought a few nail polish from faceshop and beadstreet. I've painted my nails today and it's the same colour as my earrings from f21 and the ubber gorgeous ring that i bought from H&amp;amp;M! Then, we ate at coldstone and camwhored around town.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;



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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And yes, atikah bought me a scrapbook. A VINTAGE LOOKING SCRAPBOOK. It's like she knows what i want ya? I've been searching for it but didn't manage to find 'the one'. Thank you so much sweetie lurb chu :) So i made use of it today and pasted all my polaroid shots from 2010-2011 and wrote some captions/stories beside them all. Hehehehe. I did some random doodling too for 2 hours! At least i did something productive today. Imma stay at home tomorrow too, so imma finish up my other design books that i borrowed and illustrate something!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;



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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you noticed, i've linked some designers on my page! Reason to that? They're featured in 'Print and pattern book 2'! :D Their designs really inspired me and each and everyone of them has a distinct styling. Plus they work on different themes and some, i never heard of before! I tried 'following' and combining their designs and i actually manage to illustrate something different and fresh. I'm happy to have made my holidays productive so far :) Just getting ready for my project 3! I'll be kinda busy next week though. Hope i won't tire myself too much. I don't wanna 'faint' again...I've not been eating much these few days. Idk, i just don't feel like eating but I've been strong. Insyaallah everything will go smoothly for me. Yay!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;



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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, i find it really pathetic, having someone who doesn't even know what's going on in my life to hate me or even talk about me like they know it all Everyone knows...that i don't use vulgarities. Yeah i did said NBCB and all that shit on twitter but seriously, aku ckp for fun je and i don't mean to offend anyone what? DUHHHH. Mcm la aku nak betul betul ckp gitu. Please eh, i have CLASS. Like hellooooo. Do you know what's the meaning of joking? Seriously, don't believe me? Go ask everyone who's close to me right now. If you think what i'm saying is a lie, up to you. Nak ckp aku merepek ke ape ke, fine. Go ahead. Da biase da and da bosan. What's your motive of giving me indirect tweets anyway. You know nothing about me so do me a favour and stop assuming things. If you're unhappy, or get pissed easily by my tweets or my character, kindly unfollow. You know who you are. Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-321435619735356823?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/321435619735356823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=321435619735356823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/321435619735356823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/321435619735356823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-birthday-to-youuu.html' title='happy birthday to youuu'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fnIQPtir4Ew/TvYH9nAjrgI/AAAAAAAAH5I/B51KfHm8BEs/s72-c/DSCN3455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-3573369273361945042</id><published>2011-12-22T15:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T16:01:56.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turnoffs</title><content type='html'>Lemme share with you things that turns me and others off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1) When a guy escapes from an argument.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Imagine this scenario. You hate the way you've been treated. You decided to give him a text. You gave him a 15-page text or less than that or whatever, and all you get is a reply, saying, "can we talk about this later?" and his later takes forever but he's fuckin active in social network talking to other girls. Okay so what the hell. Don't these kinda guys even have the guts to make things right? God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2) When a guy tryna act cool by carrying their longboard with that walk.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously...da sah YP and masih kental lagi abeh nak step cool. Ew. Stoppit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3) When guys cat call you just because you have a pretty face and wanna ask for your number.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, don't you have a life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4) Guys who smells. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially when he sweats. urgh. Get a deodorant. Like now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;5) Guys who doesn't know how to hold a conversation.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you wanna get a girl, one word text is a major fail. Okay? Okay bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;6) People who go to clubs and don't know how to dance.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;7) People who tries to be you. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-3573369273361945042?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3573369273361945042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=3573369273361945042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/3573369273361945042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/3573369273361945042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/12/turnoffs.html' title='Turnoffs'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-3376730694363395520</id><published>2011-12-21T20:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T21:03:13.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh happy day~</title><content type='html'>Even if i have no one in my life, i love how happy i am now. I didn't know i would feel this happy. Being independent is not bad afterall. I love how beautiful and awesome i can be. I love how immature i act at times(idk, it just comes naturally) And you know, sometimes when I'm out with friends or alone, especially when it's windy outside, i love to run/skiddle/dance like nobody's watching. By doing that, i feel free and somehow, I'll appreciate the things and people around me more and i'll feel that i own the world.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

I went to band today. Had a little heart to heart talk with my best girlfriends during breakfast and lunch. Oh how much i miss and love them. And you know, they are really glad that I'm happy now. Even they can see that i've become stronger than before. Thank you so much for hearing me out when I'm down and being there for me for the whole 6 years. I couldn't have done it without you guys. Muah. And i'm so happy that finally, someone is treating huiying right :')&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Back to band, i spent almost half the day observing and correcting my juniors. Was kinda disappointed but yeah, i have faith in them. I hope they'll keep the things i said in mind. Their band camp and passing out parade is next week, so imma spend more time with them, play games with them, blanja them macdonald's breakfast and motivate them so they could transform the night to the best performance of their life. You see, i'll always put my heart and soul in band and i'm always strict to my juniors. I hate to see the band slack and i don't want their standard to drop. I'll push them hard so they could win back the best section award. Even if I'm an alumni now, marsiling concert band will always, always be my second family. I plan to perform with them too. Tried playing all the songs and they're not that bad actually. I'm able to sight read them :) Oh what can i say? Once a musician, always a musician. And once a clarinetist, always a clarinetist huh?! hahaha :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-3376730694363395520?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3376730694363395520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=3376730694363395520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/3376730694363395520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/3376730694363395520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-happy-day.html' title='oh happy day~'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-4526856585059794625</id><published>2011-12-20T19:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:34:13.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;
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Zup. Went to town with mum and sistah today. Thank you anamida for buying the earring at f21 pore me. Muackz. Had mee bakso and empe penyet(i think) at ayam penyet ria. It's located at lucky plaza btw. Y'all should try. Seriously worth it :) I feel so shag...while shopping at robinsons i felt giddy cause the atmosphere was too...idk busy? There were too many people in town and crowds make me feel nauseous. I guess everyone's busy shopping for christmas. But yes, the decorations are lovely. It'll be even nicer at night though :D Going band tomorrow, meeting thanusha(MY PRI SCH BESTFREN!!) on thurs, and meeting cheffy a' and fat on fri. Movie date cum birthday celebration. Yayyyyyyyye. Gonna try cold stone/marble slab creamery. I LOVE DESSERTS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-4526856585059794625?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4526856585059794625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=4526856585059794625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/4526856585059794625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/4526856585059794625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/12/shopping.html' title='shopping!'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2lsE1alu9Y4/TvBu23fZtUI/AAAAAAAAH30/AKqUy3EgaMU/s72-c/Photo0137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-2774769219884533470</id><published>2011-12-20T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T00:38:44.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before i head to bed, there's something i want to say. After watching 'bodyguard'(it's a hindustan movie btw), I've learnt something. No, I've actually learnt this 'lesson' for quite sometime, but after watching the movie, it makes me believe it more. So yeah, no matter what happens, if you're meant to be with someone, and if god's willing, you will be with him/her. No, and I'm not referring to anyone in particular. But i hope...i will have a happy ending someday. Insyaallah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Anyway, I've been observing. And i find that...girls are always the victim of 'love'. We girls tend to believe in words that we've forgotten that actions speaks louder than words. I've been a victim for quite sometime, but i guess, not anymore. You know what, i couldn't fathom guys. One moment they're nice, and the next they just poof! from your life. I don't even know if they said, "i like you" or "i love you", they really mean it or they just love or like me as a friend. I've been taking care of my heart and yes, it's good and i don't fall for words easily now. Good for me. Finally, my heart's drawn to god, my family and friends more heh. If you happen to read my tweet in the morning, i mentioned that I felt happy and yes, I am happy with where i am now. Maybe i've matured :') Right on yeahni! But yes I'm not hatin anyone. I love everyone! hhohohoo. Goodnight lovers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-2774769219884533470?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2774769219884533470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=2774769219884533470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/2774769219884533470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/2774769219884533470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/12/before-i-head-to-bed-theres-something-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-2076853227834575381</id><published>2011-12-18T19:50:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T21:27:08.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ePHxFBWLKYE/Tu3b-DHNucI/AAAAAAAAH3U/8BKx30WYa7Y/s1600/DSCN2653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ePHxFBWLKYE/Tu3b-DHNucI/AAAAAAAAH3U/8BKx30WYa7Y/s200/DSCN2653.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687443763472742850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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And so, i had another awesome day with hajarah A!!!! Went to fleakout yesterday! It was ze bomb. I bought 7 things just for 28 bucks. How cheap is that?! A great bargain indeed. I should shop at homeclub more than scape ya? Scape's in town, and therefore it's packed there. I find it pretty much, insane and annoying. I hate crowds. Besides, I'll always get cheapest of the cheapest at homeclub.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 

After which we head to strictly pancakes. LIKE FINALLY, i get to taste the food people's been talking about. First time there and yes, i absolutely loveeeeeeeeeeeee em pancakes. So puffy and delicious. Onomnomnomnom. From there we walked back to plaza sing. As soon as i got outta there, i was high. I look lika drunkard cause i kept swaying. I didn't even know where i'm at or what was i thinking all of a sudden. Camwhored at sota and outside PS for awhile then went home. Got stuck in the train and since we had alot of free time, i tried on the tops i bought cause it's night time and there's not much people in the train. OF COURSE I DIDN'T STRIP. I just wear it over. We bounced back so yeah :P So pretttttyyy i can't wait for our vintage photoshoot :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Just fyi, two weird things happened yesterday. 1) A basker at clarke quay's tunnel came nearer and nearer to us while we were walking/camwhoring back to cq station. He said that i'm beautiful...First he sang, then said, "oh so beautiful, you're beautiful, even beautiful than god!!! god bless you!!!!" and kept repeating the same thing over and over. It was kinda scary :/ 2) While walking around plaza thing, this promoter held out this beauty product and said, "for you my princess" Then im like, no its okay cause i thought he wanted me to buy. Funny thing is, i didn't realize it was free. And i was surprised why he called me princess? Even hajarah was like, kau should amek seh!! hahahaha. After going to the toilet we went back to the place but he was busy serving his customer. I was like, "damn i just missed out my chance of getting a free beauty product" x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-2076853227834575381?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2076853227834575381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=2076853227834575381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/2076853227834575381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/2076853227834575381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ePHxFBWLKYE/Tu3b-DHNucI/AAAAAAAAH3U/8BKx30WYa7Y/s72-c/DSCN2653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-9068462188527639471</id><published>2011-12-16T11:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T12:44:02.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q0vobcfNaO0/TurApAvoCXI/AAAAAAAAH0E/NnaBaAMHKCE/s1600/oh.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 71px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q0vobcfNaO0/TurApAvoCXI/AAAAAAAAH0E/NnaBaAMHKCE/s400/oh.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686569290315598194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
The topic about older guys sparked up my followers in twittah. hahahahah i tweeted this and my followers RT-ed and responded pretty well. I AM NOT ALONE! I AM SANE!!! :D I guess what mg wells said is true. Maybe I feel more emotionally connected to older guys. Besides, they're mature, romantic and all that jazz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-9068462188527639471?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/9068462188527639471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=9068462188527639471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/9068462188527639471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/9068462188527639471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/12/topic-about-older-guys-sparked-up-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q0vobcfNaO0/TurApAvoCXI/AAAAAAAAH0E/NnaBaAMHKCE/s72-c/oh.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-8920117949991703246</id><published>2011-12-14T08:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T09:30:28.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a girl wants, what a girl needs</title><content type='html'>Okay some guys are curious to know what we girls think of your actions right? Or if you're in doubt about her feelings, let me share with you the some hints that we girls will normally give :P And also, things that will make a girl happy :)
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&lt;b&gt;Hints.&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;div&gt;1. Once a girl likes you, she'll talk to you everyday, no matter how tired she is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. She'll reply your text instantaneously, no matter how busy she is because all she want is to talk to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. If you're out with her, she wouldn't mind if you held her hand or just hold her. She will also show her crazy side to you. That means she's comfortable around you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. She'll tell you everything, even her secrets and her problems because she trusts you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. She'll always there for you when you're down cause she wants to be your strength.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. She lectures you everyday to change for the better, stop smoking etc because she cares for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. If she teases you, alot, it simply means she just wanna have a fun relationship with you before getting serious, even without any physical contact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. If she were to confess, she means it. We don't joke around when it comes to feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. She yearns to meet you and only you when she's free :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. She keeps your texts in her phone for memory's sake. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. She likes to wear your jacket when she's cold because it has your smell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;What makes a girl happy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Sing to her. You need not sing to her on dates or any special day. What makes singing special is when you do it on random days. And what makes it even more fun is when you two sing together, even if it sucks.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Be silly around her, dance like no one's watching. She'll thinks you're crazy at first, laughs and you later, and pretend that she didn't know you but on the inside, she will find you extremely adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. When she's venting something, just listen. Then, find the right time to comfort her not by sweet talking but just let her know that you'll be there for her, always. Wipe her tears away, hold her and make her strong. That's when she'll feel secure. A girl would want a guy to be her pillar of strength, not the other way round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. A girl seeks for a cute relationship, not a relationship that involves physical contact. So if you're able to keep conversation going and outings fun for her, she'll consider you, even if guys around the world are after her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. As a form of appreciation for a beautiful relationship with her, make her something. Instead of buying gifts. A girl appreciates DIY stuffs more. Write her letters. It might sound old school but it works. It shows how sincere a guy is. Really :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Be a gentlemen. If she's carrying heavy stuffs, or her bag's heavy, make sure you carry it. A girl likes it when a guy doesn't mind carrying her bag even if people were to judge him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Don't look at her too much. If you do, she'll feel embarassed hahaha! But if you gave the kind of hint, she knows that you like her. So its up to you to make it obvious or not. Don't look at her too much cause she'll think that you're a pervert. LOL. For this, it depends on you and her. If both of you like each other then it's okay :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Go for adventures with her. Apart from movies, if she's the adventurous kind(like me) for photoshoots, go to arcades together and just make her feel that her day is worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Allow her to see the world. Dine with her/bring her to a really high place. Anywhere will do, with a beautiful scenery. OR just go to a place which is good for stargazing. Lie down on the grass together, sit on the river banks together, tell her about your dreams, ask her about hers. A girl love it when a guy has big dreams, especially if he shows that he's willing to work for it. A guy who doesn't have plans for his future is a turnoff.

10. Surprise her. Even if it's a normal outing or whatever, you need not dress fancily unless your guys are going to a fine dining restaurant. Try planning together on something and surprise her at the end of the day with YOUR plan. If she cries, that's tears of joy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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Was bored while waiting for our turn to 'consult' him. Aii. Idk why but i felt disappointed with myself. I didn't push myself to do better. I gave up easily cause i just did a basic gallery :( I did last minute work. FOR FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE, okay actually second. I felt clueless, lost. Normally I'm always on time. Tsk! But yes, no more him after thisssssssssss. Watched little rascals with cc before class. It was so hilarious, we can't stop lughing. Talked about design thingies, ourselves and we pointed out our stylings too. She told me that I'm a person who's into vintage and I'm always on time. Im a fast worker and ill always take time to improvise on my designs. I find that it's true :( This sem is not going well for me so far :( Well but it's okay, I'll get back up again. I'll be having loadsa major project after this. P3, p4, FYP, attachment and another cds/elective if im not wrong. All the way individual. Maiohmai.
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My band's POP(Passing Out Parade) is coming up at the end of the year. So imma either head to band camp OR celebrate countdown. But i think band is more fun cause I'll meet my seniors and juniors there. I miss them truckloads. I EVEN FEEL LIKE PERFORMING!!!!!!!! I MISS MY BABY AND MY HUBBY(my ex-clarinets) haha! I have a clarinet at home, a trumpet, flute, but i aint got no reed. Boo me. But thing is..i don't know who to go with. HOW. Can i just drag anyone with me? x) Okay no  ill ask around, text everyone lolol. My juniors are bugging me to go already so i have to go. I WANT TO GO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-4121276526703311165?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4121276526703311165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=4121276526703311165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/4121276526703311165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/4121276526703311165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/12/dumdum.html' title='dumdum'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-12hGkJXldiA/TuflXX2KgKI/AAAAAAAAHz8/f4HR8fHLNhI/s72-c/Snapshot_20111213_15.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-8763207258901290889</id><published>2011-12-13T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T23:29:14.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ps. im kinda sad that i dint get to achieve want i want for my final assignment for this module sigh'/><title type='text'>Plans fo holidays!!!!</title><content type='html'>HEHEHEHEHEEH FINALLY ITS THE START OF MY HOLIS BABY! SO SEXCITED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

1. Photoshoot and makandate with hajarah &lt;div&gt;2. Travelling around sg and photoshoot with muhammad khairil&lt;div&gt;2. Moviedates with whoever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Shoppingdates with ma girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Maybe heading to the beach to rollerblade/cycle etc with ma classmates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Spring cleaning at home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Do some hands on stuff like sketching/drawing/painting and enhance my photoshop skills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Go-kart-ing or race with people hahahaha tempted :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. If i have the time i would want to improvise more on my previous works. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-8763207258901290889?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8763207258901290889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=8763207258901290889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/8763207258901290889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/8763207258901290889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/12/plans-fo-holidays.html' title='Plans fo holidays!!!!'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-66893939824776343</id><published>2011-12-13T22:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T23:03:18.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im not referring to a particular person fyi</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"If you think I'm just a player to you, then go play yourself. I'll find someone else who would take me seriously &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/search?q=%23Gemini" title="#Gemini" class="  twitter-hashtag pretty-link" rel="nofollow" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(184, 109, 20); text-decoration: none; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;s class="hash" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; opacity: 0.7; text-decoration: none; display: inline-block; "&gt;#&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; white-space: normal; "&gt;Gemini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't get it. People don't take me seriously nowadays. Am i such a joke? I'm nice but that doesn't mean you have the rights to take control of what i feel or what i think and especially change me. Once i made a decision about something i wouldn't think twice. Once i like someone, ill like that someone but once he's not interested, ill leave him alone. Once i hate someone, i'll seldom reply or will ignore them till they initiate an apology. Or simply ignore the person for the rest of my life. Yes, i give chances, it's alright to make mistakes. But seriously, if you want to know me better just to play around with my feelings or take advantage of me, im tired of it and im not that type of girl who's easy. I deserve respect. I don't go around getting laid with strangers, i don't go around partying, i don't drink i don't smoke. So if you wanna get close to me, you got to be fuckin awesome to win my heart.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To most guys, i'm just a girl with a pretty face and therefore they wanna know me better. But seriously?! It annoys the shit outta me. I rather be ugly and have someone special to accept me for who i am, not my face. Idiot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-66893939824776343?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/66893939824776343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=66893939824776343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/66893939824776343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/66893939824776343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-not-referring-to-particular-person.html' title='im not referring to a particular person fyi'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-3185921282086016772</id><published>2011-12-11T11:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T12:33:41.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a lil thing about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PSJ5t-20eG8/TuQx0EHTdHI/AAAAAAAAHyk/g_AvruSJ46U/s1600/aku.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PSJ5t-20eG8/TuQx0EHTdHI/AAAAAAAAHyk/g_AvruSJ46U/s400/aku.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684723400175744114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Based on my observations, I've successfully achieved one of my goals in life. Which is 1. to be known for who i am. Some say I'm a good photographer, some say I'm a good designer, some say I'm a good blogger and some, singer. Some of my friends asked, "how do you gain so many followers in twitter?" Well, I gain 578 followers not because I promote people or write quotes daily. I gain followers by just being myself. I tell people what i like, what i hate, update my followers about the latest buzz, as well as participate in trending topics. I follow back and i talk to my followers.
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More about them, my followers consists of musicians, designers, journalists, models, photographers and many more. They come from different countries, different races but I cherish each and everyone of them. I even talked japanese/spanish to some of them :P It's really fun! Popular artists like Just surrender, Throw the fight, Melissa suzzane and many more followed me because they know i love music and I love to expose myself to new music, new genres. Authors like mg wells, meg cabot, photojournalist like hilary frazier, they talk to me too. If you follow me on twitter, you'll see *winks. Same goes for blogging, i gain viewers based on my personal thoughts.
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I may not be the prettiest girl in this world but i guess, I am beautiful on the inside :') I'm a person who is friendly by nature. I'm nice to all unless someone crosses the line :) I don't lie, I'm honest to everyone. It may take awhile for me to trust someone though, but I believe that even if someone's bad, weird or  is hated by everyone, I know that he or she will change with my help, my advice. That is why i have all sorts of friends. I can know someone's weakness by just observing them. Everyone has flaws. Even me. But you see, this is how people work. That's just the way it is. You just gotta deal with it, watch and learn. Even if someone talks about me, be it good or bad, I know why they acted that way. Even if someone's temperamental, talkative or quiet, i know why they acted that way.
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I guess i should thank Allah and my family for this gift of mine which is to observe, learn from my mistakes and help everyone. Nicknames i got from some of my friends are, "love guru and guardian angel" Lol. I know right x) Some even said that I inspire them. Heh. So you see, even if a handful of people hates me, I know that I have the world behind my back. I may fall at times, but I'll get back up and flick off my negative thoughts in a flash. If you need my help or need someone to talk to, just give me a beep and I'll be there. Thanks for reading :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-3185921282086016772?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3185921282086016772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=3185921282086016772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/3185921282086016772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/3185921282086016772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/12/based-on-my-observations-ive.html' title='a lil thing about me'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PSJ5t-20eG8/TuQx0EHTdHI/AAAAAAAAHyk/g_AvruSJ46U/s72-c/aku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-3752365589479635961</id><published>2011-12-10T15:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:17:03.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-td6_vePD6vM/TuMOt6WApYI/AAAAAAAAHx0/1DS46RJ0iac/s200/Snapshot_20111210_5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684403336590173570" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q3-QuhJo-k8/TuMOuA0lF5I/AAAAAAAAHyA/CzMODGxkxgk/s200/Snapshot_20111210_6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684403338329003922" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Say hello to my masai facey! heheheh. Ee, second pose aku tak pers siol. Lika minah like that. Hahahahaha sengaje je. Tapi aku cute kannnnn hehehe. OKAY WTH. Tsk, im so tempted to chop my fringe cause its long alreadyyy and i feel like highlighting my hair suddenly. Tsk!! But not nao, shall wait till year 3 hahehehuehohoe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, was the scariest moment in my life. I accompanied my mum to KK hosp for her checkup and you know what happened? I fainted, infront of everyone. I made my family worried and everyone else there worried :( At first i was worried for mum, i went outside the room, trying to find a seat cause i felt giddy all of a sudden. Before even sitting down, i collapsed and it was my first time ever. Strange huh, it was really unexpected. I'm known for being a strong girl, and now this. I broke my record already how? PLUS! I didn't get to say thank you to my saviors..but i'm glad that at least people were there to catch me before i fall. The nurse gave me milo. Lols. They said i have low bp and i need to eat more. I've been skipping my meals actually. Please force me to eat in future x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-3752365589479635961?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3752365589479635961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=3752365589479635961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/3752365589479635961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/3752365589479635961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/12/say-hello-to-my-masai-facey-heheheh.html' title=''/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-td6_vePD6vM/TuMOt6WApYI/AAAAAAAAHx0/1DS46RJ0iac/s72-c/Snapshot_20111210_5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-7581672326682460829</id><published>2011-12-08T20:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T21:53:52.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>typical siol, uh uh siol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;iStresssssssss. I need to redo my gallery!!!! :( 1) if we never do menu array, minus marks 2) if we work using his codes, also minus marks. Siak je, i worked so hard and now i have to redo everything. Urgh okay today's topic is gonna be about something that annoys me most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People are getting too typical these days. Especially on facebook. "Like this and...like this and blah3", if you do it once, twice its okay, but if you do it everyday, urghhhhh. And seriously, stop with the online wars already! Can't you just be direct and settle things yourselves without letting the whole world know about it? What are you going to do? Cap locks him/her to death? -_-" Based on dressing, people are trying so hard to be a tumblr person. I have to admit, some do have the potential but others mcm paham onieh. And please stop plucking your eyebrows just to draw it back again???? And finally, girls who loves to show their cleavage in EVERY PICTURE just to grab guys attention = fuckin turnoff. I'm a girl and i find it pretty much gross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ps. Im in a relationship with myself because im cool like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-7581672326682460829?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7581672326682460829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=7581672326682460829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/7581672326682460829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/7581672326682460829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/12/typical-siol-uh-uh-siol.html' title='typical siol, uh uh siol'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-6666556532012189754</id><published>2011-12-07T20:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T21:24:11.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-okpZUQ_hzdw/Tt9oH7VFqfI/AAAAAAAAHxo/SMgT2uhA5-U/s1600/tumblr_lss34mM6DX1qbv2cto1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-okpZUQ_hzdw/Tt9oH7VFqfI/AAAAAAAAHxo/SMgT2uhA5-U/s400/tumblr_lss34mM6DX1qbv2cto1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683375740159371762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While i was walking to mars mrt's bustop, i bumped into my 1st ever ex. For the first time after so long, i saw him wearing glasses again. He look so suave. I dint expect that he would wave at me. To be honest, I don't know what's happening to me. I kept ignoring texts, but at the same time i don't wanna hurt anyone :( I hate this feeling, seriously. Met nadiya and syazzeh after sekool today, walked from sch to safra with them. We tak betul sia. Bebual mereps. Nadiya cant stop holding my hand. She's seriously like my boypren oledi. Anyway, things are going well for me. I plan to do my menu array tonight and yeah, i can collect my lappy already, so gonna pollow mai sis and mum pay her sekool pees perst then go collect mai lappy tmr.  Finally can do my work at ease. 5 more days till sch ends. FIGHTING! ^^V Photoshoot coming up, idk what hairstyle to do, waterfall braids maybe but i need someone to do it for me! Tsk! Well i hope i'll figure something out soon!! Ps. I feel like having blonde+pink/blue/green highlights!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-6666556532012189754?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6666556532012189754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=6666556532012189754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/6666556532012189754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/6666556532012189754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/12/hmmmm.html' title='hmmmm'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-okpZUQ_hzdw/Tt9oH7VFqfI/AAAAAAAAHxo/SMgT2uhA5-U/s72-c/tumblr_lss34mM6DX1qbv2cto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-597995746117055560</id><published>2011-12-06T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:57:18.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had lunch with nadiya today before class. Meeting her after so long was a pleasure cause we kept paitao-ing each other x) I nearly paitao-ed her today -__- The last time we met was hari raya. Love her so much, she's so cute can? Before we went our seperate ways, she held my hand and said, "i da rindu you seh!!!" hahahaha how cute is that? and she, is so funny. I can't stop laughing. As usual, we talked about guys. She's so curious to know who I'm contacting, whether I'm still in contact with my ex and such. Well the answer is no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And really, she feels the same way as i do. She met the same type of guys as i do. Quiet ones, boring ones, good-looking ones and many more. Im not really contacting anyone right now, really. Because, i feel different. But currently, I do like someone, i really do. Idk whether it's like or love cause we haven't met yet but like i said, he's different and he makes me happy, always. Now, i chose to distant myself from him cause well...i know I'm not good enough and I don't want him to think that I'm desperate for attention :/ I miss texting him, and im dying to meet him but...i don't think he would want to meet me. Nadiya told me to just wait for him to make a move. Hm, maybe i should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, nadiya told me about her friend who gave up in guys and so she got closer to god. Somehow i was moved by her story. Sometimes i feel that... meeting 50 over guys in my life is enough. I rather be single, and I'm up for arranged marriage. If i don't get married, I don't mind being alone. I don't wanna hurt anyone or get hurt anymore, really. So you see, I'm having mixed emotions...even i couldn't fathom myself (disadvantage of being a gemini...T.T)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-597995746117055560?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/597995746117055560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=597995746117055560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/597995746117055560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/597995746117055560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/12/thoughts.html' title='thoughts'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-3029000749770247720</id><published>2011-12-06T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T00:29:02.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school's school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Zup beetchas. Just a glimpse on what's going on with my life currently. Well, it's not so interesting now. I go school, go home, go school, go home, rot at home, eat at home, eat in school, watch dramas at home, lepak at home, lika no life person. HAHAHA okay so tak pers but seriously?!?!?! Sigh. Well on a brighter note, everything's gonna end next week and I'm soooooo looking forward to my holidays! I love my friends in poly. They're so kind, not bias at all and...everything's good :) Just that I'm really frustrated with my final assignment. I tried solving codes for...4 hours straight and even with my teacher's help, I DINT MANAGE TO ACHIEVE ANYTHING at the end of the day. I really hate that feeling. Seriously :/ But i aint gonna give up yet. Come on, you know me. I don't give up that easy. Let's hope and pray that tomorrow's gonna be a better day for me yah? I hope to complete my gallery asap and move on to the data capture thing on wed onwards :) All the best to me, kudos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-3029000749770247720?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3029000749770247720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=3029000749770247720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/3029000749770247720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/3029000749770247720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/12/schools-school.html' title='school&apos;s school'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-8290645492079199469</id><published>2011-12-05T23:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T00:13:48.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>believing is the first step to achieving, and so, ibelieve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YVeZA7ddKcw/Ttzd14PIfOI/AAAAAAAAHxc/KUn9X6TcFHE/s1600/tumblr_lvpgvw2uy41r2dxq2o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YVeZA7ddKcw/Ttzd14PIfOI/AAAAAAAAHxc/KUn9X6TcFHE/s400/tumblr_lvpgvw2uy41r2dxq2o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682660747533384930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, imma share with you about my interests. I really do hope to achieve them if time permits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1) Learn how to dance and do it in public(picture above)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When i was younger, i absolutely LOVEEEEE street dancing. Uhuh, the streets. I know right i look like those girly kind but seriously, I'm into street dancing. But now, I have more interest in ballroom dancing like salsa, quickstep and many more. At least, it's not typical and not everyone can do it unless they're really into it. That is why i plan to take up dance classes as soon as poly ends :) I love performing arts, really. One day, i wish to dance infront of a huge audience. While listening to britney's tunes, I started dancing as soon as i got off the bus at the bus stop near my house just now. Like who cares, no one's there sooooooo hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2) Brush up on my vocals&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Feedbacks from people, some say my voice gave them goosebumps, some people say okay only, but for me i think I'm not that good :( I can't really sing well but i love to sing! I'll always sing in the bathroom lolol! But, I hope to touch people's heart with my voice and the songs i composed. Ahh yes, did i tell you? I love to compose songs during my free time, especially when I'm sad or happy or angry. But it works okay, as in my band mate love my songs! I only sang my originals to him, only him cause he happen to discover it while browsing through my lyrics book.... -_- No one heard my originals yet except for him. If i have the time I'll record and let you guys hear okay? My plan is to start posting videos on youtube first, and when I'm known, only then i'll join competitions. Let's see :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2) Learn self-defense&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OH hell yes i would love to do that. I used to be so fit back then, but now...hahahaha! But hey i got gold 3 years in a row for napha test in primary school and im good at high jump too. I can even do stunts. BACK THEN onieh. Now cannot lah. But ill be fit again soonage, you'll see :) Ah, reason why i wanna learn self-defense is to protect myself and protect the people i love. Also, i wanna be a girl who can kickass. It's rare to see a singaporean girl kicking a bad guy's ass right. I'll be first. Cheeeeeeywah :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3) Learn fashion design/sewing &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love fashion. And soooooo, instead of buying people's creation i rather wear my own and sell them. Yeah i know how to design and stuff but i don't know how to sew/knit. IF only my sewing machine works now. Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4) Learn different languages and expose myself to journalism and photography.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's my lifelong dream to be a photojournalist. Someone who travels and write about the countries he/she visits. I'm not a person who discriminates, instead I'll appreciate everyone's culture and of course do my best to learn :) That explains why i got a distinction for japanese *winks. OKAY IM NOT BOASTING, just fyi lol! Okay so... languages i would love to learn are french, italian(imma choose this for my final cross disciplinary subject, i hope ill get it!), korean, thailand, arab, javanese, boyanese, dutch, hindi and many more! Besides, I can even be a translator in future! Ah yes, and if i know javanese,  it'll be easier for me to find out more about my ancestors :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5) Be an awesome interactive media designer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The more I expose myself to flash websites, apps etc, my interest in media designing grew. I hate codings, really, but somehow, it's my forte. I'm not a good designer but I'm improving :) I may not be the best designer everyone will come across with but I'll do my best. For designing, I rather be a freelance than working in a company cause it's pretty much flexible :) Besides, as an interactive designer, I'm in demand but it's quite a competition here in Singapore so maybe, after i get my degree, I'll continue my studies abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6) Be a teacher&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love kids. Absolutely love them. My fav subjects are geography and chemistry. Somehow i want to be a teacher cause its a stable job. But i have to admit, it's stressful. I was a relief teacher 2 years ago and i ever cried cause i couldn't control my students :( I had a massive headache marking papers too. But come to think of it...i need to start over again as in read all my notes and study the subjects again...and that is so, uncool. So if not a secondary school teacher, then I'll just be a primary school art/music teacher :) I guess it suits me and my personality best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-8290645492079199469?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8290645492079199469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=8290645492079199469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/8290645492079199469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/8290645492079199469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/12/believing-is-first-step-to-achieving.html' title='believing is the first step to achieving, and so, ibelieve'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YVeZA7ddKcw/Ttzd14PIfOI/AAAAAAAAHxc/KUn9X6TcFHE/s72-c/tumblr_lvpgvw2uy41r2dxq2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-1610979128077291678</id><published>2011-12-03T19:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T19:53:11.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iDream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vylAs_h7HGg/TtoIhJQqT3I/AAAAAAAAHxQ/GA6gCqlOJCI/s1600/208194_214251428586640_100000053547363_878803_2325145_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vylAs_h7HGg/TtoIhJQqT3I/AAAAAAAAHxQ/GA6gCqlOJCI/s400/208194_214251428586640_100000053547363_878803_2325145_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681863245395808114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just had the most awesomest shower ever. I decided to change my shower to 'rain' mode and omg, it felt as if I'm playing in the rain. I love to play in the rain. Absolutely love it. And since it's raining now, all i want to do is to play in the rain! YES play in the rain! Crazy huh? I know. You should know me very well by now :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, let's play a game. I want y'all to imagine this scene. Ready? Okay go. Imagine that you and your lover are walking along mbs at night, and suddenly, both of you experience a heavy downpour. You love playing in the rain, so you decide to stop, appreciating every single drop from the sky. He/she noticed, held your hand and ask you to quickly run to shelter but you decide not to move. You open your eyes, give your lover a little smirk and starts to sing a song, any song, (if me i would love to sing marry you to my guy :P) At first he/she will be like..."what are you crazy? Come on!!" BUT slowly, you manage to put your lover in that mood, that romantic/fun mood, and then he/she decides to join you, and then, both of you will start dancing, holding each other and finally, end off that song with a kiss...Hahahaha ok i know right, it's like a fantasy, like in the movies. Idk whether ill find a guy who is this supportive and this daring. Most guys will say, "dont be crazy". Sigh, but who knowssssss ;) I'll be traveling so...heheh who knows.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So today's post will be about my dream guy. Everyone has a dream guy no. In my previous post, i only state that i want a photographer/designer boyfriend. But what I did not state is that i want a guy with a good heart too. Who is willing to be with me no matter how much of a mess i can be, cause i have non-stop moodswings, really :/ Who doesn't control me and gives me space cause I'm career minded girl and no doubt that I'll be super busy in future. Who makes me feel special every single day by his actions. Who is willing to go for adventures with me, skydive with me, wakeboard with me and do all those stupid stuffs with me. Who is willing to fight for me even if there's a whole bunch of girls chasing him or whole bunch of guys chasing me. Who is willing to go through great heights for me. Not only i want him to be romantic, I also want him to know how to fight so that he can protect me and my kids. Yes, I do have high expectations of a guy, because I'm willing to do that much for him. I have faith in meeting my dream guy. Maybe not now, but few years down the road, if god's willing, i hope i will :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-1610979128077291678?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1610979128077291678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=1610979128077291678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/1610979128077291678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/1610979128077291678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/12/idream.html' title='iDream'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vylAs_h7HGg/TtoIhJQqT3I/AAAAAAAAHxQ/GA6gCqlOJCI/s72-c/208194_214251428586640_100000053547363_878803_2325145_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-2403332607957431899</id><published>2011-12-02T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T23:24:36.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have you seen my childhood?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5DW0jzerBQo/TtjaOeKO7YI/AAAAAAAAHxE/KYTuZd2UNbM/s1600/DSCN1799.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5DW0jzerBQo/TtjaOeKO7YI/AAAAAAAAHxE/KYTuZd2UNbM/s400/DSCN1799.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681530872076889474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love my skin, itz so flawless innit? :P Hmmm today's topic is about my childhood. Yes, my childhood. Let's start off with kindergarten days. Well i can't remember everything so I'm just gonna summarize it. I have 2 bestfriends, nabilah and afiq. But now we're strangers :/ Well i don't have their numbers, that's one of the reasons why. But, we tried meeting 4 years ago and lunched with our moms and and after that we decided to hang out together one day. It went well but kinda awkward cause I seriously can't remember the times i had with them. Sadly, nabilah is a minah...but no doubt she's really pretty. Afiq, i guess he had a crush on me since childhood. Everyone knows, even our moms. Oh i remember my a-b-cs and 1-2-3 classes, it was so cute and i was so cute(REALLY). I wouldn't mind sleeping, singing or dancing infront of my classmates. I love going to school and sing the national anthem loudly and I'll say hi to everyone. I love to colour and rainbow is my favourite colour. I'll always get an A for my colouring and drawing exercises x) I was in K1,K2-Lily. Cute righhhhhhht? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next up, primary school. I was sooooooo innocent in primary school till i get the best conduct award in p3. I was a teacher's pet. I LOVE to carry their books so that i could take the lift with them heheheheh. I became a relief teacher 2 years ago at my old school and all of them REMEMBERS ME! And till now, my students still cherish me as their teacher. The power of being a teacher huh? But I guess.. i really have that impact on people. LOL. My bestfriends were juliana, hy, thanusha, haba, prema, chee chee and s...something something i can't remember her name suddenly! Till now i only contacted three of my bestfs which is haba, thanush and hy :D We're not that close anymore but at least we still contact each other. Im quite close to hy though cause we were in the same sec sch and we're in band. I love her lika sista. I miss her so much. Ah, i told you guys before that alot of boys wanted to woo me and get to know me better right... but to be honest, i don't know how to react to them. When my friends told me, hey yani ade orang nak kenal2, then ill look at that guy and just smile. I could list out all their names here but I shall keep it to myself x) Sadly...most of them are matreps now. So tak cool tapi semaken handsome. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lastly, secondary school. I was in band, concert band, and im proud to be part of mslcb. Reason because i was part of a gold band. I was there at singapore conference hall, playing my clarinet, swaying to the music without looking at my score during syf, playing seventh night of july in sec 2 and der vogelhandler in sec 4. And i was there, at my sch, victoria concert hall and the schools we exchanged with, singing and dancing to songs that we used to play like oteyawarkani, enka vol 1 and 2, sway, this love, high sch musical and many more. The most memorable time was at botanic gardens. My section was the sexiest cause we really did shook our butts infront of EVERYONE. Our KL trip was a memorable one as Mr.Nonami conducted seventh night of july and i was only what? Secondary 2? He even thought my section how to improve on our warmups. I even talked to him personally. It was an honour. He's a japanese composer by the way :) We exchanged with various of bands in singapore, it was a good experience for me. Making new friends and all. But that's just temporary, I'm not close to any of them. Kota tinggi trip was so so fun, I remember i was at the bottom of the waterfall enjoying the coldcold water and when i wanna get out of that place, all em boys was like, "YANI!!!!!" and when i turned, they splashed the water at me till i lost sight of the rocks and slipped hahahahahahah! We hiked mount panti and when we reached on top, we cooked together as a group. So so fun, really. Then there was hongkong. I LOVE HONGKONG. It was so cold we had to wear thick clothings even though the sun shone brightly on us. Victoria peak omaigawdding. The view was simply breathtaking. For a moment i thought i was flying heh. We performed and danced high sch musical medly infront of YMCA students and they all enjoyed our performance. Even i enjoyed myself. I was at the front row for goodness sake!  hahahahahaha. There was this hongkong dude, he's sooooooo cute i tell you. I added him in msn but we never talk at all but all the girls were crazy over him till some of them asked for his number/msn etc. Too bad he has a girlfriend. I love my seniors and juniors so much they're like a family to me. They still respect me as their Mam yani. It's a nice feeling you know. Like wherever i go and when i see them, they'll always run up to me shout my name and hug me tight becaue they misses me. I love them so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay enough of band, now bestfriends. My bestfriends are hy, haj, fizah, atikah, fathin, cheffy, zawa, mar, lulu, cassie, renee, as, irwan, mayor, khaz. I love i love them lika love song bby! They're the aweeeeeesomest people ive met. Till now they're still the best. The best people i ever met. I even fought with some of them due to misunderstandings yet we're still close as ever. They lectured me, fights with me and teases me yet cares for me like my blood brothers and sisters. I'll never forget every moment we spend together. I love it when mar plays with my hair and do up some awesome hairstyles. She can be my mak andam in future :P Secondary 1 and 2 was the most kental moments ever. During ramadhan, me the gang will always go to the library to lepak or bawah tangga near the basketball court to chill. Then, we'll play 'Siapa last anak kambing' game where we will run up and down the stairs and whoever comes last is a sheep's baby hahahahahaha! I KNOW RIGHT SO LAME. And whoever loses, MUST do a dare. I lost once and  had to dance with a broomstick in class before remedial starts. And so i did, but while i was dancing, my teacher came in...it was the most embarassing moment ever. And in class, we'll always sing 'Let you go - Ashley Parker Angel'. One of my fav songs till now. And after exams, we'll always go to fast food restaurants to eat. And we have ntg to do in class, we'll play the pregnant game, uno and police and thief. People in band and my bestfs called me the silent killer because no one will know or get the hint that I am the killer. Every year, I'll have band camp and every year, funny things happen. Some boys will wrap themselves in their sleeping bags and jump around outside the hall. hahahahah it was sooooooo funny okay. Ahhhhhhhh i miss band so much :( And since it's holidays during their band camp, I'll go band camp fo shure and even perform with them soonage. I haven't lost my skills yet :) Maybe overnight-ing too, yayyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, during my times in secondary school, I even had an outside band. As in, I entered national band competition and i was one of the main clarinetists. I only had a few weeks to learn 2 pieces and to be honest, both of them were really tough. So many running notes and the tempo was a killer. BUT i managed to pull through :D I also had a rock band, motionless define. We performed the song girl on a queen street in school and everyone loved us. We got the most supporters btw and the teachers love us too because I was there. Hehehehehe. Imma good student you know! A very hardworking one in fact. *winks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So you see, my childhood is worth remembering cause I met the most awesomest people ever (Y) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-2403332607957431899?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2403332607957431899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=2403332607957431899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/2403332607957431899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/2403332607957431899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/12/have-you-seen-my-childhood.html' title='have you seen my childhood?'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5DW0jzerBQo/TtjaOeKO7YI/AAAAAAAAHxE/KYTuZd2UNbM/s72-c/DSCN1799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-7191400422603848311</id><published>2011-12-02T15:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T15:35:17.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peek-a-boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwjBXQfSg-0/Tth73ZFWuhI/AAAAAAAAHw4/qxATP0th2vY/s1600/Snapshot_20111118_14.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwjBXQfSg-0/Tth73ZFWuhI/AAAAAAAAHw4/qxATP0th2vY/s400/Snapshot_20111118_14.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681427121484249618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey. So today is stay home friday fo me. Okay you must be thinking who the hell stays at home on fridays? Only me. Yeap, i know right. Im sucha loser. Hahahahah, kidding :) IM LIKA BOSS. Im supposed to head out for bowling but i rejected cause...i just feel like staying at home. And now I'm regretting it. I have nothing to do. Okay no, i do have something to do...like deal with xml codings and stuff but iono, i just don't feel like doing anything for now. I plan to chill on the sofa and watch dvds but my dvd player is not working! It turned its back on me for the first time. iSad :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm going crazy, i feel so alone all of a sudden. Y like this. What is thissssss. I wanna go on a moviedate. Well one is coming up on the 9th but...hmm. Idk. I wanna go on adventures, i wanna head to clubs i wanna head to fleas, I wanna get out of this country. Im craving for sakae sushi, im dying to go for gigs. I wanna do everything. BUT well....you can put the blame on me. I've been ignoring texts unless they're from my bestfriends since the start of this block cause I just don't feel like talking or meeting people, especially guys. I've had it you know? The same type of texts and guys kept coming and, I'm getting bored of them, seriously. I'm not giving anyone a chance anymore. I have no idea why am i behaving this way..tell me why? "tell me why, aint nothin but a heartacheeeee" hahahaha okay bai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-7191400422603848311?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7191400422603848311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=7191400422603848311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/7191400422603848311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/7191400422603848311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/12/peek-boo.html' title='peek-a-boo'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwjBXQfSg-0/Tth73ZFWuhI/AAAAAAAAHw4/qxATP0th2vY/s72-c/Snapshot_20111118_14.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-5833765051781726714</id><published>2011-12-02T14:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T14:31:05.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(211, 211, 211); font-family: 'Andale Mono', 'Courier New', monospace; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://ivegotdamoveslikejagger.tumblr.com/post/13625995167/i-want-a-boyfriend-no-im-not-one-of-those-girls-who" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px; font: inherit; color: inherit; text-decoration: none; "&gt;I want a boyfriend. No, i’m not one of those girls who is like “OMG I NEED A BF” but it’d just be nice, you know? To have someone always there for you. To have someone who’s always on your mind, while you know you’re always on theirs. To have someone you can hold hands with, be best friends in public and lovers in private. Someone who really gets you, but doesn’t try to say they understand what you’re feeling. Someone who adores you, and loves you no matter what. It would just be nice.&lt;/a&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/12419179-5833765051781726714?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5833765051781726714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=5833765051781726714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/5833765051781726714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/5833765051781726714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-want-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-9174344142314825732</id><published>2011-12-01T21:06:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T21:27:03.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JUNE BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;You've got the best personality and are an absolute pleasure to be around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;You love to make new friends and be outgoing. You are a great flirt and more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;than likely have an a very attractive partner. a wicked hottie. It is also more tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt; likely that you have a massive record collection. You have a great choice in films&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;, and may one day become a famous actor/actress yourself - heck, you've got the looks for it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Waddya think? True? Or not true? x) I think it's true hahahahah! I tend to act differently infront of different people. If I'm comfortable with you, I'm myself :) Sometimes, i may look fierce and all but actually im nice. So if you're nice to me I'm nice to you and soon you'll see the crazy side of me. About attractive partner...yes i have to admit my exes are all attractive LOL. Great choice in films, maybe true heheheh. &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/12419179-9174344142314825732?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/9174344142314825732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=9174344142314825732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/9174344142314825732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/9174344142314825732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/12/june-baby-youve-got-best-personality.html' title=''/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-6185804713568221595</id><published>2011-12-01T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T01:39:26.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy december! :D Say hello to my 1001th's post.&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/12419179-6185804713568221595?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6185804713568221595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=6185804713568221595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/6185804713568221595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/6185804713568221595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-december-d-say-hello-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-4126421479772175488</id><published>2011-12-01T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T01:23:27.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For my past relationships, none had decent goodbye except for my relationship with azwn. He's my 3rd ex. He, was the first guy who recorded songs dedicated for me to listen to every night. He was perfect, really. Even though our relationship lasted for only a few days...he did so much. So so much. I left him because i was still young, couldn't commit and I fear that I'll hurt him. We're still friends till now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The most decent, quiet quiet and very cute relationship i had was with iryn. He was my first  hahahahah! In primary school...alot of guys wanna kenal kenal with me but i rejected all of them except for him. We din't date, at all. He loved another girl and i'm like okay, no hard feelings yo! Hahahaha primary school sia, masih kental lagi, and i know nothing about true love. My second ex was An. Met at habbo, din't date with him at all but is in a r/s with him. Seriously, damn pathetic. Hahahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then....there was yul and sym. Im still friends with sym but not with yul. Syammy's a nice guy, just that i felt cooped and my love for him faded...our relationship was a mistake. We rushed into it knowing that we barely know each other. As for yul, he gave me silent treatment for one month or maybe less than that, i had to ask around to know his whereabouts. In the end he told me we're better off as friends. I was hurt, but i pretended to understand his feelings and said it's okay. He was silent because he didn't know how to tell me and he's afraid of hurting me. At the same time, he's too obsessed with skating. So yeap, that's how it ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never had a REAL relationship till i met z. After our relationship ended, i cried every single day. God knows how hurt i am. I loved him, really. Just that, the threatenings he gave me were unbearable. I didn't want my friends/family to get involved or get hurt. But you know he's the only guy that i met almost everyday, who chilled at ma crib alot watch movies with me and learn some cool stuffs and cooking from mum. My mum really dotes on him and my mum knows that i can't get him off my mind 100%. My siblings hates him because he's just too...drama mama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But you know, he's the first ever guy who gave me butterflies whenever he kisses my forehead. His soft hands...fits perfectly with mine. When we embrace, the warmness that i felt was so...lovely. The way we danced, with my feet on top of his because of our height difference....i love every single moment that we shared together. We did shuffled together before though while singing lmfao's tunes. SOOOOOO cute i tell you xD When we watch horror movies together, he'll scare the shit of out me but when he's scared, he can't stop making those nonsensical sound effects and i find it superbly adorable. And finally, the way he piggybacked me..ah, his back felt so warm, so good. He ever piggybacked me from one end of mbs to another infront of EVERYONE. It was embarrassing okay! Another time was at bedok reservoir after school and this uncle was like, "wah so sweet ah your boyf, he really loves you huh!" x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love how he'll send me back home everyday even if he's tired especially at night cause he wants to protect me till the end. You know me, i have stalkers xD My relationship lasted for 9 months. And yes, he's the longest. If he did respected me, I bet we'll still be together and strong. Recently, he told my sister that he still loves me, and i have to admit, i still do have feelings for him. Come to think of it, i guess he really do loved me..just that the way he showed it was wrong. We just chose not to be with each other because we're tired of fighting and hurting each other. We want each other to be happy and therefore, we're done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-4126421479772175488?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4126421479772175488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=4126421479772175488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/4126421479772175488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/4126421479772175488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/12/past-relationships.html' title='Past relationships'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-1518590294887603553</id><published>2011-11-30T22:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T23:48:34.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In this post, lemme share you something about my family. I love them so much even though they annoy me at times. We fight everyday yet we'll always end up laughing at each other's reaction. We may look ordinary but actually, i come from a unique family. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Firstly, my family is both modernized and traditional. Modernized as in we're not really religious but we know our morals, what's right and what's wrong. Traditional as in we believe in traditional stuff like how to protect our house from spirits/thieves..how to protect ourselves when we're pregnant, how to avoid this and that...and we ate traditional javanese dishes made by my mum. She's a great cook, really. All my friends LOVE her cooking. My friends will always chill at ma crib so to be honest, all my best friends know where i live. Yes, ALL. Hahahahah! I'm willing to learn every single dish with her, it's just that I'm busy so I don't really have the time but i really do love cooking ^^ I would love to cook up something with someone I love, or just bake something nice with him. That'd be great. I haven't tried that with any of my exes, cause my relationships are short-term. I'll post something about my past relationships in my next post okay? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next, each of my family members has a habit. Shall not reveal everything here but their habit is really funny. My habit too heheheheh. My habit is talking / laughing / smiling / singing / headbanging to myself or to my teddybear, alfred. LOL! And if i sleep, I'll bungkus myself lika cocoon and i love to kick my sister hahahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next, my siblings and I are music lovers. We used to be in band too. My bro was a percussionist, my sis flautist and me, clarinetist :D My sis is good in playing the guitar too, my bro the drums duh, and me more to vocals. All of us has our own band but my sista is the most active one in the music scene. Used to be a bassist but I'm not that good, really :) I know how to play the keyboard too but still a noob! My bro and sis used to bully me like alot, but as we grow older, we share the same sentiments about everything. And now we love exchanging/using each other's stuff and we will always buy things for each other. I really love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next, my parents. Their love story was so cute okay. My dad was so cute. He really look like P.Ramlee, seriously. He still look like him and sound like him. He was a singer at a club last time, and mum was a really good promoter. She worked for dick lee before at a boutique. He love her so much he gave her alot of stuffs including nice coats and blazers. I wore one of them before while working as a promoter for microsoft 2010 and the brand name is yani. Cool righhhhhhht? Heheheh. I'm so glad that my family is happy and well now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-1518590294887603553?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1518590294887603553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=1518590294887603553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/1518590294887603553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/1518590294887603553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/11/family.html' title='family'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-6428483183795330554</id><published>2011-11-30T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T22:23:27.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohmaimum</title><content type='html'>HAAAAAAAAAAI. Today is my happy day and dress-up day. I dressed up to school today for fun and people say i look like a vampire because of my eyes. Hahahaha! I rarely wear contacts to school so can say it's the first time after SO LONGGGGG! or should i say since the start of year 2? Lol! Cute guy attended class today, i was so happy my heart raced when i see him. I entered  class likaboss cause I was late x) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to cute guy, he smile/laugh when my lecturer consulted him. and HE, will always, and i mean always glance at me when i talk to my friends/do my work. I sat at the front and he sat at the back. I wanted to check out my friend's work and SHE happened to sit behind him. My heart skipped a beat when he look at me in the eyes and smiled. Zettttttt. Heheh. Seriously...he looks like the actor in dirty dancing:havana night. Go check it out. I wonder if he can dance like him too. IF, if kan, i manage to get close to him, i want him to be my dance partner heheheheheh cause i plan to take dance classes soon. OKAY WTH YANI STOPPIT lol! I went home early so he didn't board the bus with me....I think he lives in woodlands sio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway....I decided to play a game in the bus..which is to close my eyes, count to ten, open em and the person who loves me will appear. When i opened my eyes..no one appeared and i was like okay....then a few seconds later, my ex appeared IN THE BUS. I was so shocked i decided to just look outside and pretend i didn't see him. He's my sec 3 ex. Tengku muhammad syamirul to be exact. Or in short, yul. Till now i still get butterflies whenever i see him. He's my first love :)
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-6428483183795330554?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6428483183795330554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=6428483183795330554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/6428483183795330554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/6428483183795330554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/11/ohmaimum.html' title='ohmaimum'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-59499703018465391</id><published>2011-11-29T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T12:11:07.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>windowshoppingzxzx</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gJ4DGIe_lF4/TtRYnUra3LI/AAAAAAAAHwg/zaZRFYCGbi4/s1600/DSCN1541.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gJ4DGIe_lF4/TtRYnUra3LI/AAAAAAAAHwg/zaZRFYCGbi4/s400/DSCN1541.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680262462610005170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dXzdf6Y9m9k/TtRYmpFOYcI/AAAAAAAAHwU/4jAumlVmGFI/s1600/DSCN1542.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dXzdf6Y9m9k/TtRYmpFOYcI/AAAAAAAAHwU/4jAumlVmGFI/s400/DSCN1542.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680262450907079106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i4nEBKDYsl4/TtRYlz0_f2I/AAAAAAAAHv8/pBeA14tmruU/s1600/DSCN1503.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i4nEBKDYsl4/TtRYlz0_f2I/AAAAAAAAHv8/pBeA14tmruU/s400/DSCN1503.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680262436611915618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So this is bby. I love her so f.much. Meeting her will always brighten up my day. She knows exactly how i feel. Even if i kept quiet, SHE KNOWS. She's lika mindreader somehow. Had so much fun shopping with her. Okay we din't really shop, just window shopping. Roaming around town and all. I was sick, yeah i was and i was freezing cause we can't go outside cept for the mall. The most annoying part is, everywhere i go i can't stop sneezing T.T &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ps. I really love that cheetah shades(more in facebook), and it's only 10 bucks?! But... i spent my moolah on my cappuccino already. Damn. Plus!! The owl ring she bought was ubberly gorgeous...and it's only 5 bucks. F21 ftw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-59499703018465391?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/59499703018465391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=59499703018465391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/59499703018465391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/59499703018465391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/11/windowshoppingzxzx.html' title='windowshoppingzxzx'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gJ4DGIe_lF4/TtRYnUra3LI/AAAAAAAAHwg/zaZRFYCGbi4/s72-c/DSCN1541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-6764770103156942097</id><published>2011-11-29T11:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T11:49:28.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>top 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hai. I want a boyfriend who loves travelling and arts. Especially photography. Can i have a photographer/designer boyfriend please? Here are some of the places i HAVE to visit before i die :) It'll be great if someone is willing travel along with me. He must be fit and adventurous cause I'm always on the go x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PARIS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q6zWluwFdLw/TtRVfAD8fvI/AAAAAAAAHvA/udFNIGXzFdE/s400/tumblr_lhtnqjaPmk1qaqpero1_500.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680259021101891314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ROME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IoE8mhOsy60/TtRVf-RZGeI/AAAAAAAAHvk/yXo6tZzXQ2I/s400/tumblr_lvdzkusq921r51m3jo1_500.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680259037801290210" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CUBA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f_CLQiyEIxY/TtRVfhE-SZI/AAAAAAAAHvY/-Co4-21ViUQ/s400/tumblr_lv4uphJi3s1ql488wo1_500.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680259029964573074" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MALDIVES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MfQIxQUodzs/TtRVgLJgU-I/AAAAAAAAHvs/R3E4kfmzQEg/s400/tumblr_luyb32tjv01qby53mo1_500.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680259041257870306" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;EGYPT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-26ZQ0klMjMs/TtRVfYLGuSI/AAAAAAAAHvM/QjKeyT9CVYk/s400/tumblr_llazwrDQ5v1qbgggqo1_500.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680259027574372642" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-6764770103156942097?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6764770103156942097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=6764770103156942097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/6764770103156942097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/6764770103156942097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/11/top-5.html' title='top 5'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q6zWluwFdLw/TtRVfAD8fvI/AAAAAAAAHvA/udFNIGXzFdE/s72-c/tumblr_lhtnqjaPmk1qaqpero1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-7693324781894623963</id><published>2011-11-26T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T23:41:51.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, i told hajarah everything. Esp who im contacting. I told her, "you know what babe, he's the first guy that ever made me this happy. Im really happy and im really glad to have met him. I hope we'll contact each other for years, and if we do, I'll make him my special someone." Yeah, fancy loving someone whom i met for just two times. I barely know him but yet i love him. I don't think that i love him. I do love him. For idk what reason, i do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now, that hope is crashed. But it's okay, I'm strong enough to keep calm and carry on. I'm a strong girl :) For a moment i thought i was just a failure in love and I'm just...destined to get hurt time and again. Come to think of it, if one has faith in everything, the test that Allah has in store for him/her will always be a challenging one. I thought we shared something special, but i was wrong. Well what can i say, all guys are the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i promise myself never to get too close to anyone in future. This promise will stay in my heart forever. If i'm not destined to get married or whatever, then so be it. I iz independent woman :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-7693324781894623963?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7693324781894623963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=7693324781894623963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/7693324781894623963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/7693324781894623963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/11/yesterday-i-told-hajarah-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-1505755923185216250</id><published>2011-11-26T18:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T18:21:50.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love, what is love? Am i just dreaming that you love me too? There's so many questions in my mind right now i suddenly felt lost. Suddenly, i felt that my heart is being toyed by someone. You know how sucky this feels? I tried to love again, I really did my very best to open my door for someone but still...i don't know why but I'm hurt. I don't know if the one you're referring to was me. I don't know how many girls you have a crush on or isit just me. I don't know. To be honest, I had enough of being a spare tyre or just a doormat for someone to say i love you too, and i don't love you the next day. I'm meeting bby tomorrow, and i hope she'll make me happy. Gonna have a heart to heart talk with her again. Well that's what we'll do usually. She's been there for me since..forever. Thank you bbyz. MBS here i come. And like i said in twitter, I'm so gonna play in the rain if it rains. I might just ask her to take a photo of me. Let's see how things go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-1505755923185216250?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1505755923185216250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=1505755923185216250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/1505755923185216250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/1505755923185216250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/11/love-what-is-love-am-i-just-dreaming.html' title=''/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-3672884177220372226</id><published>2011-11-26T12:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T12:47:31.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hajarahA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oEAL8cSL4yE/TtBraDO-zaI/AAAAAAAAHu0/OynIZwBJhps/s1600/DSCN1461.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oEAL8cSL4yE/TtBraDO-zaI/AAAAAAAAHu0/OynIZwBJhps/s200/DSCN1461.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679157225403108770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pKfJ10A6_Fs/TtBrZhWt8EI/AAAAAAAAHuc/KzbHqueoquA/s200/DSCN1444.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679157216308752450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HAI. SEE OUR TIRED FACES? We actually took this after 5 hours of SHOPPING ONLY AT HAJI LANE. Seriously....so many shops, too many lovely stuffs, but expensive :( So after which we had KFC and resumed shopping at bugis junction, illuma and bugis street. Oh maiii. We're supposed to head to HNM too but then right, we're too tired and it's far. Well it's okay! Next time we're going to queenstown to shop and i'll bring this girl to hnm soonage. I love her so much, been a long time since i had a good laugh. We noticed that diva has nice themes and therefore, we plan to follow diva's themes for our photoshoots. Upcoming photoshoot's theme will be nature! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;



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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And you wanna know somethin? I am soooooooo glad that I'm able to chill this month. I only have 3-6 classes but I'll always end up waking up damn early. I can't wake up late anymore. I need rest but i can't sleep. Geeesh. Anyway, i can't wait to meet shah tomorrow! :D :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fina&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;lyyyyyyyyyyy. A new b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;loc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt; has begun =D And naoooooooooooo, i on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;ly have 3-6 c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;lasses. he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;l yeah. I iz happy gur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;lz. Its been one he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;l of a ride i te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;l you. I strugg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;led, and cried truc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;loads. No one understood hw much ive suffered. The amount of pain and stress they went through is nowhere near, at a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;l. I hate it when pp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;le &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;ept comp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;laining about their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;life. Serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;ly, whatever sia. Spent my w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;nd with my doggone bestfriend. As usua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;, we wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;ed home and this time he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;ept beatboxing singing and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;a orang gi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;a. cause he had carame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;l frappe, and it'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;l a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;lways ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;e him HIGHAH. hahahahahah!  As for me, I HAD MY GREEN TEA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;ATTE. AWESOMESHIZZZZZZZZ. It was....stressfu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;l though cuz i had to teach two more peeps ytd and i dint get my wor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt; done. By e time i got hme i was too tired, i cou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;ldn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;t move a musc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(184, 109, 20, 0.0976563); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;e. Goednacht.&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/12419179-8537017031139004083?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8537017031139004083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=8537017031139004083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/8537017031139004083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/8537017031139004083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/11/fina-l-lyyyyyyyyyyy.html' title='woofwoof'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lbO3sscsQ0E/TspqQ_79hXI/AAAAAAAAHts/93gkM4iXxHA/s72-c/387850_10150373030353445_704438444_8613542_158707343_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-1148608685222842824</id><published>2011-11-18T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T22:07:04.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>right on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81Jse03k1kQ/TsZmF54SzmI/AAAAAAAAHsA/6QZ_i19X7oU/s1600/Snapshot_20111118_6.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81Jse03k1kQ/TsZmF54SzmI/AAAAAAAAHsA/6QZ_i19X7oU/s320/Snapshot_20111118_6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676336631969402466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imma geek. I have messy hair. I sing as and when i want to. I speak fluent sarcasm. Deal with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-1148608685222842824?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1148608685222842824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=1148608685222842824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/1148608685222842824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/1148608685222842824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/11/right-on.html' title='right on'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81Jse03k1kQ/TsZmF54SzmI/AAAAAAAAHsA/6QZ_i19X7oU/s72-c/Snapshot_20111118_6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-891643616524655980</id><published>2011-11-18T21:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T21:55:21.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;to a gentleman who will never fail to make me smile. One who has big ambitions, who sees the world like i do, who is forever optimistic, never gives up in everything he do and knows how to hold a spontaneous conversation.
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I'm always afraid to love but you taught me how to endure the pain. I remember our first conversation, and suddenly, boom! we text each other everyday like we've known each other for years. There's no reason to why i love you, but what i like about you are all stated above :) And, my heart helplessly chose you. I love you and i hope to see you soon x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-891643616524655980?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/891643616524655980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=891643616524655980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/891643616524655980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/891643616524655980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/11/dedicated.html' title='Dedicated'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-5445928380800044929</id><published>2011-11-14T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T21:00:07.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smile! you're on candid camera :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TAFz63h-RCk/TsEJ8iWBb-I/AAAAAAAAHr0/mY9NxBXFspw/s1600/DSCN1338.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TAFz63h-RCk/TsEJ8iWBb-I/AAAAAAAAHr0/mY9NxBXFspw/s400/DSCN1338.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674827941079511010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey homos. Sup? I did a good deed today, i'll always do when people are in need. Mak kate, kalau tolong orang, pahale besar. Nnti orang pun tolong kite balek bile kite susah :) I love mai mum. Oh as for me, life's good. Got an extension to do up my portfolio so imma take advantage of the time i have to come up with a better design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Movin on, this morning was chaotic. I saw everyone of his friends. From ite simei especially. I got pissed when they kept mentioning his name and asking each other to sit beside me. But well, cakap je besar tapi dorg tk buat lah. Normally i'll have my earpiece on so when i see them i don't get affected. Today i decided not to listen to music till i got up the bus. I swear sume bende merepek keluar dari mulut dorg. Annoying beetchas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't wait for this weekend. "Lookin forward to the weekend~" Meeting haj darlin and cheffy darla. Mai favourite gurlz. YESYESYES. Maybe irwan too. Iono. I'll see how it goes. But i can't wait to go all around singapore and find some cheap stuff to wear or d.i.y for my next photoshoot. Ohhhhh these days i can't stop smiling to myself because of someone. He's so lame, yet i'll always miss him :) Fyi i'm only contacting one guy. The rest sume da kene reject. Hahahahah serious shit, i ignored every single one of them. Fact: Gemini breaks many hearts. Did that since primary school man. I'm tired of it already. I'm tired of guys wanting to know me, just to take advantage of me, just to TEST DRIVE me. Urgh. But this one's different. He's different no matter how much he denies it x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-5445928380800044929?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5445928380800044929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=5445928380800044929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/5445928380800044929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/5445928380800044929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/11/smile-youre-on-candid-camera-p.html' title='smile! you&apos;re on candid camera :P'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TAFz63h-RCk/TsEJ8iWBb-I/AAAAAAAAHr0/mY9NxBXFspw/s72-c/DSCN1338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-4767792766273949022</id><published>2011-11-13T17:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T18:01:56.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>before i die</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1u48NJBeHb0/Tr-VICrNzLI/AAAAAAAAHrQ/3YpL87K4DHY/s400/tumblr_ltc0wiH3XD1r29t5yo1_500.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674418020899736754" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--AV3uCnjBXY/Tr-VIxXkjwI/AAAAAAAAHrs/togMG4qCu0Q/s400/tumblr_ltl4q1BMTw1r29t5yo1_500.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674418033433808642" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qbNTX2A9iT4/Tr-VIdVPbzI/AAAAAAAAHrc/duZqXbGOVzo/s400/tumblr_ltkzcgNy3s1r29t5yo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674418028055326514" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-4767792766273949022?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4767792766273949022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=4767792766273949022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/4767792766273949022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/4767792766273949022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/11/before-i-die.html' title='before i die'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1u48NJBeHb0/Tr-VICrNzLI/AAAAAAAAHrQ/3YpL87K4DHY/s72-c/tumblr_ltc0wiH3XD1r29t5yo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-1965104847918241181</id><published>2011-11-11T18:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T18:39:08.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6J01fV42kUg/Trz4Y1O0NyI/AAAAAAAAHq4/kQkXDE-xHOk/s1600/tumblr_ludfkupbAk1r556eno1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6J01fV42kUg/Trz4Y1O0NyI/AAAAAAAAHq4/kQkXDE-xHOk/s1600/tumblr_ludfkupbAk1r556eno1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6J01fV42kUg/Trz4Y1O0NyI/AAAAAAAAHq4/kQkXDE-xHOk/s400/tumblr_ludfkupbAk1r556eno1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673682736069752610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xHDvuFUS9Zg/Trz4ZInYdII/AAAAAAAAHrE/TvX4C9bAIU4/s400/tumblr_ludbwe8yV81qhkchgo1_500.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673682741273064578" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. A collection of snowglobes(they're so prettttttty! i can't help but to shake em &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;time and again. I hope when we visit korea next year, it'll snow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Sit on a rooftop and skygaze/stargaze(i did that once, and the place was beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; We ran when we saw a police car heh. My legs...were literally hanging okay no joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Sakae buffet. (I WANT BUT I NO MOOLAH. HAO?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. A brand new bag or shoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. All em sweet stuffs. Like...brownie w icecream/caramel or white choco frappe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Or, carapino icecream from gelatio! I wanna try orchard icecream too. AH :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-1965104847918241181?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1965104847918241181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=1965104847918241181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/1965104847918241181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/1965104847918241181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/11/wants.html' title='wants'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6J01fV42kUg/Trz4Y1O0NyI/AAAAAAAAHq4/kQkXDE-xHOk/s72-c/tumblr_ludfkupbAk1r556eno1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-4656047941616609432</id><published>2011-11-11T18:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T18:25:58.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sniffsniff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NOECfRnR8vA/Trz3RAFz9PI/AAAAAAAAHqI/_9jdWZ4ic-U/s200/DSCN1072.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673681502034195698" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sick. I hate it when I'm sick. I feel weak. But I'm glad I'm still able to do my work :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-4656047941616609432?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4656047941616609432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=4656047941616609432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/4656047941616609432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/4656047941616609432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/11/aiyomah.html' title='sniffsniff'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NOECfRnR8vA/Trz3RAFz9PI/AAAAAAAAHqI/_9jdWZ4ic-U/s72-c/DSCN1072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-8156958071130881407</id><published>2011-11-08T12:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T18:14:30.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);   line-height: 19px; font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;ol style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;A scar? - None&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Age? - &lt;/span&gt;18&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;How are you feeling? -&lt;/span&gt; Moodless&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What did you do last night? - &lt;/span&gt;Nothing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The last person to hug you? - &lt;/span&gt;Dont remember :X But i want a hug can? Especially in this kinda weather heh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Favourite word? - &lt;/span&gt;LIKABOSS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Opinion on homosexuality? -&lt;/span&gt; It's fine with me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What did you do last weekend? - &lt;/span&gt;My work o.O&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Three most important things in your life? - &lt;/span&gt;Money, Clothes, Food(Without them i can't survive) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Last time you cried?&lt;/span&gt; - Like really really cried due to my break up was 3 months ago or so :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The last text you received? - &lt;/span&gt;Few hours ago from shah :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What makes you feel better when you’re upset? - &lt;/span&gt;My friends, family and kdramas(w my fav actors acting)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What you look for in a guy/girl - &lt;/span&gt;Sense of humour.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What  are you worried about at the moment? - &lt;/span&gt;Flash :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What did you have for breakfast? - &lt;/span&gt;Maggie and fries.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ever had your heart broken?&lt;/span&gt; - Of course.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Countries you’ve been? - &lt;/span&gt;Hongkong, KL, Kota tinggi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Last person you texted? - &lt;/span&gt;Shahari.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dumbest thing you have ever done? - &lt;/span&gt;Too many hahahahah!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Opinion on drugs/alcohol? - &lt;/span&gt;Bad for your health.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Last person to kiss you? - &lt;/span&gt;Meself. Hahahaha no, uhm my daddy before he went to work :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Favourite book? - &lt;/span&gt;Meg cabot's queen of babble. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ever dated someone younger than you? - &lt;/span&gt;No. Too immature&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Last person you saw? - &lt;/span&gt;Mai mum. Shes beside me lah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Do you love anyone? - &lt;/span&gt;Well it's for me and allah to know :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Who is your best friend? - &lt;/span&gt;Cheppy, forever my favourite girl. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Three people on tumblr you would like to meet? - &lt;/span&gt;vanitywreck, errr who else, i dont rmmbr :O&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Where you live, and what you like/dislike about it - &lt;/span&gt;Near marsiling hill. I love where i live cause its forever windy here.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;How many hours of sleep did you get last night? - &lt;/span&gt;Around 7.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The person you like? - &lt;/span&gt;Dontwannatellyou. Haha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Your opinion on dating your ex - &lt;/span&gt;Never&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ever kissed a stranger? -&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What you want to do with your future - &lt;/span&gt;Photojournalist/designer/teacher?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Are you happy? - &lt;/span&gt;Not so.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ever been in love? - &lt;/span&gt;Duh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The meaning behind your url - &lt;/span&gt;This? Its just a song.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Anyone on tumblr you don’t like? -&lt;/span&gt; I love every single one of them please.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A question of your own - &lt;/span&gt;I can't think of one right now&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-8156958071130881407?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8156958071130881407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=8156958071130881407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/8156958071130881407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/8156958071130881407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/11/yo.html' title='yo'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-812253410161137621</id><published>2011-11-07T17:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T17:20:37.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Is9dESL4CIE/TreipM5yjGI/AAAAAAAAHpk/UiAyVZdtSvM/s1600/tumblr_lu0jwxcBFz1qzcwzbo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Is9dESL4CIE/TreipM5yjGI/AAAAAAAAHpk/UiAyVZdtSvM/s400/tumblr_lu0jwxcBFz1qzcwzbo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672181084418378850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I won't find it but I'll open a door for that heart anytime :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-812253410161137621?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/812253410161137621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=812253410161137621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/812253410161137621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/812253410161137621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/11/ohyes.html' title='ohyes'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Is9dESL4CIE/TreipM5yjGI/AAAAAAAAHpk/UiAyVZdtSvM/s72-c/tumblr_lu0jwxcBFz1qzcwzbo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-8986140248837863485</id><published>2011-11-07T16:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T17:18:09.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>absolutely exhausted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imma panda nao. I've been having minimal amount of sleep. I'm supposed to wake up at 7 this morning but sleep was too delicious so i snoozed my alarm till 9. I kinda went bonkers yesterday night. My scratch disk was full and I couldn't start illustrating. But jyeah, finally I'm done with my proposal. I did a 20 page proposal and it's like double the amount I'm supposed to do. I bet everyone would be like omg yani you're crazy. Yeah i am but i don't care. It took me 6 hours to complete everything including final sketches. I've been researching alot for a week and i think it did paid off. Wanted to burn the midnight oil yesterday but no, my brain couldn't function any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And guess whaaaaaat, dan's back in Singapore!!! We're supposed to pick him up today at the airport but I can't, so yeah. He lives in Ireland anyway, he was from my school, yeap and he was the one who called me a green-eyed smurf. Fuckeu. Can't wait for our reunion though. Me, irwan, lu, him and the rest. I miss every single one of them. Idk why but i wanna hug them all cause i MISS THEM SO MUCH I WANNA CRY lol. I didn't even meet them during my holis. Damn you guys are missed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-8986140248837863485?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8986140248837863485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=8986140248837863485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/8986140248837863485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/8986140248837863485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/11/absolutely-exhausted.html' title='absolutely exhausted'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-2449294685613954130</id><published>2011-11-05T21:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T22:26:50.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>music lovah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hhv4ZILCONI/TrVHOwnMncI/AAAAAAAAHo0/GZJDUBej5oM/s1600/223781_261949583816824_100000053547363_1124360_6750232_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hhv4ZILCONI/TrVHOwnMncI/AAAAAAAAHo0/GZJDUBej5oM/s400/223781_261949583816824_100000053547363_1124360_6750232_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671517624636054978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/b&gt; No love - Save Ferris.&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I remember lovin youuuuuuuu, but now our love is all gone away, gone away, gone awayyyyyyy~" Woooohoo great great song. I don't know why but my voice suits ska music most. Save ferris is my favourite ska singer, followed by Gwen stefani. I love don't speak too. "You and meeee, we used to be together, everydayyy together, always~" Heheh. Hardcore, rock..not so. Jazz/rnb/pop yes. I've been wanting to go solo, as in to be known for my choice of songs...but it is so hard to find people with the same taste as me nowadays. I prefer songs that were produced in the 80s or 90s. Like songs by Mariah carey especially hero, without you. Not forgetting Britney's born to make you happy and sometimes. Plus!!! Destiny's child songs. All of them. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;


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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you're talking about the 20th century, well...Leona Lewis' yesterday, Christina Aguilera's hurt, Little bit's forget about me, and Rihanna's Unfaithful could bring me to tears while singing them. So to sum it all up, love songs are my favourite no matter how much i hate listening to them after a break up x) Catchy ones are my fav too. If my friends are with me, I'll definitely dance on the streets. But alone? Hahahaha wait long long to see yani dance alone LOL.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yes, I LOVE MUSIC. I can't go a day without music cause music makes me wanna lose control~ Hahaha music is one of my stress-reliever. Everytime i listen to em, I'll instantaneously cheer up cause I'll always feel like dancing and singing to da rhythm. And believe it or not, i love classical music too. Especially the ones that i used to play when i used to be a band member. Oh i miss my baby clarie so much~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-2449294685613954130?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2449294685613954130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=2449294685613954130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/2449294685613954130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/2449294685613954130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/11/music-lovah.html' title='music lovah'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hhv4ZILCONI/TrVHOwnMncI/AAAAAAAAHo0/GZJDUBej5oM/s72-c/223781_261949583816824_100000053547363_1124360_6750232_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-888876355516583497</id><published>2011-11-05T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T16:45:45.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A cup of love anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N0N6Rv7s1cM/TrT0GFIr6fI/AAAAAAAAHoo/MgonFRY5CwE/s1600/tumblr_ltx73rTvyn1qka1dco1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N0N6Rv7s1cM/TrT0GFIr6fI/AAAAAAAAHoo/MgonFRY5CwE/s400/tumblr_ltx73rTvyn1qka1dco1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671426216061299186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been wanting to do something like this. Or maybe something like macchiato with milk decoration as the topping. Oh so lovely~ Tell you what. I love seeing myself happy. Especially when it involves a particular person who is special or who is able to make me smile. If you're reading this, thank you for being there for me, always :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-888876355516583497?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/888876355516583497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=888876355516583497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/888876355516583497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/888876355516583497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/11/cup-of-love-anyone.html' title='A cup of love anyone?'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N0N6Rv7s1cM/TrT0GFIr6fI/AAAAAAAAHoo/MgonFRY5CwE/s72-c/tumblr_ltx73rTvyn1qka1dco1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-3029824922753374053</id><published>2011-11-05T00:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T16:50:48.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>remeniscence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The schedule this month is pretty much unrelenting. No holidays, no time off. Despite that, everything went smoothly so far, especially with some motivation from the people i love. You know me, I'll always venture farther out ;) Even though I'm the youngest, I know that it's my oblige to make my parents proud. I'm 18 for goodness sake. And I'll be 20 in 2 years time. I'm getting old, and time is precious. If i don't make every moment count, I'll regret living. Somehow, right at this very moment, I have the confidence that I could achieve great results in life, as long as I work hard for it. Cheywah, now that sound conceited x) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For today's post, lets go back in time, shall we? If i could characterize my life in high school (especially in upper secondary), I think I'd say it was full of 'might have known', 'should have thought' and wouldn't have guessed in million years'. As soon as I got my O lvl results, my spirit plummeted as my hopes were high. I cried for weeks, I felt a huge burden on my shoulders, I didn't know what to do. I should have done better. In fact, it is still the same in college. My results were horrendous in Year 1. But look at me now, never regretting the decisions I've made, and no longer looking back. I did get to the school I want anyway and slowly, my results are getting better no matter what the circumstances were and no matter how much pain and suffering i went through last year. As time pass, I've learnt that it's a lot less scary when you recognize what you're feeling instead of trying to hide it from yourself. Being crestfallen over something is totally normal for a teenager, but hey, isn't that what makes us stronger? :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, 'Incredibly Alice' is absolutely incredible. Status: Currently hooked. Gonna resume reading before heading to bed later at night. Now, it's time for me to do my work. Sayonara readers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-3029824922753374053?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3029824922753374053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=3029824922753374053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/3029824922753374053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/3029824922753374053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/11/remeniscence.html' title='remeniscence'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-8009263739280759013</id><published>2011-11-04T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T00:22:35.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lika lengthy only</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While laying on a heap of pillows, here I am blogging, reading a goodnight text from someone and watching a drama at the same time :D #fact: Geminis are good at multitasking. And i've proven it lika pro. But its kinda bad cause I tend to sidetrack :/ Today, i figured film and edit our video before 1pm but guess what? We submitted on time. Our video turned out great and the whole IMD cohort loved how our futuristic PDA work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Allow me to share something that many aren't aware of. Since the start of year 2, I've been hanging with my current group mates like alot. But it was awkward at first cause I don't usually hang with them in year 1. They are nice people anyway, that was why i joined them. The reason to that was.. I had this conflict with my former cliques. One of em hated me for who i am, and was jealous of me so she went around bitching about me. The online war gotta stop so I decided to back off and keep it low in school which explains why I've been keeping quiet and doing my work lika loner. I knew she wanted the limelight anyway. Till now she thinks that she's boss. With her around, everyone will automatically listen to her. But whatever, Im just gonna sit there likaboss listening to music, talking, laughing and ignoring whatevershit she's saying. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back to the main story, after a few months of hanging with my new cliques, i slowly found myself back. The Yani i used to be. The renegade I always was. (cheywah). After this project, I seriously seriously love them more than ever. It's been a long time since I laughed this hard. It feels like I'm back in high school. Hugging them, highfive-ing them, singing with them, doing all those tak perlu sound effects to further explain animations, eating lika prangai gemuk together, helping each other through rough times, i really love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, thought of going home straight since I felt drained but mat kens paks sels tings tings wanted me to join him for lunch with diana, yani, nadhirah and shah. So i did. It was fun. Hahaha and i WAS myself. Kecoh bro kecoh yo! After which took 168 home and when we alighted at woodlands, roamed around causeway lika budak sesat, went to uniqlo and saw this awfully awesome turtle neck sweater and hoodie omg i feel like buying them but NO. I have to stop myself. Hahaha! And while flipping through some books in popular, I suddenly had the urge to read so, uhuh you guessed it! I borrowed 3 books and they are a mix of romance/comedy/adventure. Phyllis Reynolds is now in my list of favourite authors. I've forgotten about Cathy Hopkins but when I saw the book I used to read in high school, the moment was so epic kay. I kept omaigawdding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We wanted to waste time cause the afternoon was still young so we walked back home cause the weather's sho naise. We joget-ed tarian, did the smurf dance, walked lika mat/minah kens in the middle of the walkway, shared lame jokes. It was so lol-ing i tell you. A man noticed me and he looked gave me the Wh....? look. Hahaha! Out of the blue he said that he's like my bodyguard. I second that x) Then i asked him to imagine like what if we're still bestfriends when we're 20+ to 30. It'll be so cool right? Damn i really love him as a brother. Hahahah he said when he got his pay he wants to go shopping and buy for me something, for us to wear together. Cheywah cheywah. Don't get me wrong but we always couple wear for fun. That is why people normally mistook us for being lovers. Yesterday we went home around 8+.The gate was locked so we did some stunts lika ninja. HAHAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-8009263739280759013?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8009263739280759013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=8009263739280759013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/8009263739280759013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/8009263739280759013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/11/lika-lengthy-only.html' title='lika lengthy only'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-5053209686880883098</id><published>2011-11-03T14:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T15:14:33.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);   line-height: 19px; font-family:'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; clear: both; "&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); "&gt;* 1. What is your best friends name? Chefika, Syazwan, Huiying, Hajarah, Hafizah, Atikah, Marhamah, Zawani, Fathin alyia, Lulu, Nadia, Irwan, Mayor, Khazin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(253, 253, 253); "&gt;* 2. What color underwear/boxers wearing now? Errr alamak i cant remember. Oh wait, pink! Hahahaha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; "&gt;* 3. What are you listening to right now? Yesterday - Leona Lewis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(253, 253, 253); "&gt;* 4. Whats your favorite number? My numbahhhhh beetch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; "&gt;* 5. What was the last thing you ate? FAMOUS AMOS COOKIES&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(253, 253, 253); "&gt;* 6. If you were a crayon what color would you be? Orangeeeee/pink.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; "&gt;* 7. How is the weather right now? Cold :/&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(253, 253, 253); "&gt;* 8. Who was the last person you talked 2 on the phone? I think syammy &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; "&gt;* 9. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? Eyes, lips, hair!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(253, 253, 253); "&gt;* 10. Do you have a significant other? Iono yo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; "&gt;* 11. Favorite TV show? Spongebob Squarepants/CSI miami/Dua Kali Lima Dol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(253, 253, 253); "&gt;* 12. Siblings? 3, including meh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; "&gt;* 13. Height? 155cm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(253, 253, 253); "&gt;* 14. Hair color? Brown&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; "&gt;* 15. Eye Color? Brown&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(253, 253, 253); "&gt;* 16. Do you wear contacts? Yes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; "&gt;* 17. Favorite Holiday? Hongkong!!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(253, 253, 253); "&gt;* 18. Month? June. Cause its my birthday haha! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; "&gt;* 19. Have you ever cried for no reason? I usually cry when im stress up about somethin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(253, 253, 253); "&gt;* 20. What was the last movie you watched? Paranormal act 3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; "&gt;* 21. Favorite Day of the Year? Valentines day? Or teachers day or father's day, or mother's day LOL :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(253, 253, 253); "&gt;* 22. Are you too shy to ask someone out? Nope&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; "&gt;* 23. Can you do a headstand (not using the wall)? Nope&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(253, 253, 253); "&gt;* 24. Hugs or Kisses? Both but prefer hugs. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; "&gt;* 25. Chocolate or Vanilla? Vanilla!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(253, 253, 253); "&gt;* 26. Do you want your friends to respond to this? No its okay if they want then why not.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; "&gt;* 27. Who is most likely to respond to a text from you? Everyone LOL. But most likely shahari.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(253, 253, 253); "&gt;* 28. Who is least likely to respond to a text from you? Atikah lol she forever mia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; "&gt;* 29. What books are you reading? None at the mo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(253, 253, 253); "&gt;* 30. Piercings? Hot for some people :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; "&gt;* 31. Favorite movies? Romance comedy. Too many to list out x)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(253, 253, 253); "&gt;* 32. Favorite football Team? Brazil haha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; "&gt;* 33. What are you doing right now? Err blogging,class havent strt yet but im so tired.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(253, 253, 253); "&gt;* 34. Butter, Plain or Salted popcorn? BUTTER!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; "&gt;* 37. Dogs or cats? Cats&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(253, 253, 253); "&gt;* 38. Favorite flower? Roses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; "&gt;* 39. Been caught doing something you weren't supposed to do? YA hahahahhaha! You wouldnt want to know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(253, 253, 253); "&gt;* 40. Do you have a best friend of the opposite sex? Of course.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; "&gt;* 41. Have you ever loved someone? Yes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(253, 253, 253); "&gt;* 42. Who would you like to see right now? Someone :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; "&gt;* 43. Are you still friends with people from kindergarten? Yes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(253, 253, 253); "&gt;* 44. Have you ever fired a gun? No&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; "&gt;* 45. Do you like to travel by plane? Yes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(253, 253, 253); "&gt;* 46. Right-handed or Left-handed? Right.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; "&gt;* 47. How many pillows do you sleep with? 2 huge pillows lolol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(253, 253, 253); "&gt;* 48. Are you missing someone? Yes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; "&gt;* 49. Do you have a tattoo? Nope&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(253, 253, 253); "&gt;* 50. Anybody on Tumblr that you'd go on a date with? 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&lt;span style="outline-width: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ron Weasley&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Something you’re afraid of - Clowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 19px; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);   line-height: 19px; "&gt;

&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;Hermione Granger&lt;/strong&gt;- A subject you know a lot about - Design/Arts and Chemistry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 19px; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);   line-height: 19px; "&gt;

&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;Draco Malfoy&lt;/strong&gt;- Closest green item to you - Table cloth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 19px; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);   line-height: 19px; "&gt;

&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;Severus Snape&lt;/strong&gt;- Your favorite Alcoholic beverage - Vodka. Hahahaha ok i have to admit i drank before but only a little during a catering event. But that was 2 years ago. Now no more kay. I quit :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 19px; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);   line-height: 19px; "&gt;

&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;Rubeus Hagrid&lt;/strong&gt;- Your favorite animal - Kittenssssss meeeeeeow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 19px; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);   line-height: 19px; "&gt;

&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;Luna Lovegood&lt;/strong&gt;- Something about you other people find weird  - They say I'm unpredictable. Sometimes I'm loud, sometimes I'm quiet, sometimes I'm arrogant, sometimes I'm friendly etc. I act differently infront of different people, that's why :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 19px; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);   line-height: 19px; "&gt;

&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;Neville Longbottom&lt;/strong&gt;- Your favorite flower - Roses. Really. Red roses, not so. I prefer peach/pink/purple roses. Nak bunga please? *keningnaeknaek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 19px; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);   line-height: 19px; "&gt;

&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;Nymphodora Tonks&lt;/strong&gt;- Something you would change about your appearance - Nothing. I appreciate god's gift :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 19px; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);   line-height: 19px; "&gt;

&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;Fred and George Weasley&lt;/strong&gt;- The last prank you pulled on someone, or someone pulled on you - Syaz: "EH YANI, LIPAS!" Me: *SCREAMED TTM and jumped likaboss. In the end no lipas. Irritating bugger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 19px; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);   line-height: 19px; "&gt;

&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;Voldemort&lt;/strong&gt;- If you were to make a Horcrux, it would be… - Idk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 19px; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);   line-height: 19px; "&gt;

&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;Moaning Myrtle&lt;/strong&gt;- The last thing to make you cry. - K-drama :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 19px; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);   line-height: 19px; "&gt;

&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;Sirius Black&lt;/strong&gt;- Have you ever taken the blame for something you didn’t do? - Yah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 19px; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);   line-height: 19px; "&gt;

&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;Dobby&lt;/strong&gt;- What is your most loved article of clothing? -Teenage/Kerrang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 19px; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);   line-height: 19px; "&gt;

&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;Peeves the Poltergeist&lt;/strong&gt;- What is the best/funniest insult you’ve used/heard? - Omg, i can't remember. Hahahah maybe its been a long time since ive heard one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 19px; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);  line-height: 19px;  "&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);   line-height: 19px; font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;Sybill Trelawney&lt;/strong&gt;- When was the last time you experienced Deja Vu? - 2 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;Filius Flitwick&lt;/strong&gt;- What is your favorite spell from the Harry Potter series? - EXPECTO, PETRONUM!&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;Lily Potter&lt;/strong&gt;- Is there anyone you love so much you would die for? - There was.&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;Arthur Weasley&lt;/strong&gt;- What piece of “Muggle” technology fascinates you most? - Anything hologram related.&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;Mundungus Fletcher&lt;/strong&gt;- Have you ever stolen anything? - Nope&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;Viktor Krum&lt;/strong&gt;- If you were a Quidditch player, what position would you play? - Seeker.&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;Fleur Delacour&lt;/strong&gt;- What physical attribute do you like most about yourself? - I have...no idea. Someone tell me please? lol.&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;Hedwig&lt;/strong&gt;- What was your all-time favorite pet, or, if you’ve never had one, your all-time favorite birthday gift - Favourite pet; my ex-hammy, Mokmi. So gemuk, kuat makan and soooooo cuteeeeeee. Can i answer my favourite bdae gift as well? Its alfred :)&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Albus Dumbledore&lt;/strong&gt;- What is your proudest accomplishment? - To be able to do something no one can't.&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/12419179-1499657714253638969?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1499657714253638969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=1499657714253638969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/1499657714253638969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/1499657714253638969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/11/harry-potter-asks-p.html' title='Harry Potter &apos;asks&apos; :P'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-104988696690276081</id><published>2011-11-01T17:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T18:19:44.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fickle,random day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ULlyz6TwOxU/Tq_CF2lo6tI/AAAAAAAAHoE/a1Kj_Xht6LY/s200/DSCN0873.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669963861691263698" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lA543o5ox9c/Tq_CE8LXZFI/AAAAAAAAHns/xeGhu8xjvnc/s200/DSCN0838.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669963846011806802" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YtXgoK5y8IE/Tq_CHHZ0qeI/AAAAAAAAHoQ/mTp7wF_OQIc/s200/DSCN0874.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669963883384973794" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6UO8WhnLFfo/Tq_BlsdNEmI/AAAAAAAAHng/6beqwR2v69A/s200/DSCN0832.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669963309215715938" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kj45Q-RQc_Y/Tq_Bk8KCk9I/AAAAAAAAHnU/by23HObJJTs/s200/DSCN0828.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669963296250434514" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zprx9qP-_uo/Tq_C1eSwCqI/AAAAAAAAHoc/7OE5TEeUCZc/s200/DSCN0772.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669964679803308706" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got shoeeeeeees, they're multiplyin'! And I'm looooosing controool hol~ Ola amigo! I think right, I'm getting chubbier. But i think I'm getting skinnier at the same time. Lolol. Idk why but i look damn mature all of a sudden. K lah, ade mcm little kid juga la. Okay what the hell? Ahh, i think today is my 'ICANTMAKEUPMYMIND' day. I seriously can't. While queueing up for food, I can't decide what to eat. In class, i can't decide what to do first cause I always ask myself, "do this..or...that?" -_______-" I also can't decide whether to work on maritime museum or LTA for my handheld device. Geeeesh. Ficklemindedmuch. Oh yes, this is me without makeup :) On normal days, I'll only apply light make up like eyeliner/mascara. School days, no make up. Photoshoot/event days, light make up plus eyeshadow. So you see, am not like those girls who put on heavy make up ttm. Its annoying sia. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know this is random but you know, i hate being warded. Experienced that when i was in kindergarten. I kept seeing weird things. I even thought i saw my mum outside the window. But good thing is, my ayah took care of me every night for a week. Oh i was warded due to food poisoning by the way. Last time i used to get sick, like alot. But ever since i entered poly, i rarely have get sick unless i overworked. Weird righhht. I think because i ate sufficient food. HAHAHA normally I'll skip my meals x) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-104988696690276081?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/104988696690276081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=104988696690276081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/104988696690276081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/104988696690276081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/11/cheeeeeeks.html' title='fickle,random day'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ULlyz6TwOxU/Tq_CF2lo6tI/AAAAAAAAHoE/a1Kj_Xht6LY/s72-c/DSCN0873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-3976136442125746572</id><published>2011-10-31T19:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T19:16:34.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#fact: Do you know that i almost took wakeboarding as my cca? I got in but i din&apos;t go for training due to assignments -_-'/><title type='text'>Top 10 things that i feel like doing/crave for</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FMMclOPKOSM/Tq6DEtK95jI/AAAAAAAAHm8/jJWE2n7ksP0/s1600/tumblr_lteifrRqRg1qe49wpo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FMMclOPKOSM/Tq6DEtK95jI/AAAAAAAAHm8/jJWE2n7ksP0/s400/tumblr_lteifrRqRg1qe49wpo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669613097774343730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bVnopE6soP8/Tq6BWJ5yzPI/AAAAAAAAHmw/iC8X2XsBYKg/s400/tumblr_lssi7t0FBy1qmdgfdo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669611198521462002" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Surfing/wakeboarding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Skydiving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Riding a hot air balloon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Photoshoot :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Sakae sushi's buffet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Starbucks' green tea latte or white choco/caramel frappe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Cafe galilee's brownie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. Reading books (Im so going to the library soon)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. Going for a drive all around town in a lamborghini or ferrari(it costs 98 bucks :/)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. Going to art science museum for titanic exhibition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-3976136442125746572?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3976136442125746572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=3976136442125746572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/3976136442125746572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/3976136442125746572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/10/top-10-things-that-i-feel-like.html' title='Top 10 things that i feel like doing/crave for'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FMMclOPKOSM/Tq6DEtK95jI/AAAAAAAAHm8/jJWE2n7ksP0/s72-c/tumblr_lteifrRqRg1qe49wpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-8983136702116796154</id><published>2011-10-31T18:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T18:48:07.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='likaboss'/><title type='text'>idk why</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ohHBuHAvl_c/Tq58pedE5wI/AAAAAAAAHmk/VFlv_ugTE9o/s1600/DSCN0601%2521.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ohHBuHAvl_c/Tq58pedE5wI/AAAAAAAAHmk/VFlv_ugTE9o/s400/DSCN0601%2521.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669606032897533698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey. School's school :) Idk why but, I feel euphoric today. To able to correct some errors and solve 8 pages full of action scripts without my lecturer's help, am i fierce or whaaaaat? Finally, a sense of achievement. And idk why I'm like my old self today. The super loud, super friendly and super high yani is back in da haus! I even sang in class while doing my work. Maybe today is my 'I FEEL GOOD~tehnehnehnehnehnehnehneh' day kot :P And yes, I've decided. Imma further my studies at Singapore University of Technology and Design :D I've come to that decision cause some of my close friends in poly are going there too. But before that imma work for a year or two and do the things i love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I love it when I have the inspiration to compose songs. If only I'm really damn good at playing the guitar, I would have gotten the tunes out myself, record and put em up on itunes. Oh wait, I'm able to do that using a keyboard too righttttt?! OMG IDEA! Chey, imagine a whole album based on Yani's life. I have no worries about promoting my songs though. I have bands and artists following me on twitter, both from singapore and mostly overseas *winks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-8983136702116796154?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8983136702116796154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=8983136702116796154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/8983136702116796154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/8983136702116796154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/10/idk-why.html' title='idk why'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ohHBuHAvl_c/Tq58pedE5wI/AAAAAAAAHmk/VFlv_ugTE9o/s72-c/DSCN0601%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-1801386929508667999</id><published>2011-10-31T01:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T02:23:43.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hell to the yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P3YPf5Y5mfg/Tq2L80DHXKI/AAAAAAAAHmM/yk-LQzVpFnU/s1600/tumblr_ltak4a99M31qb8ikqo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P3YPf5Y5mfg/Tq2L80DHXKI/AAAAAAAAHmM/yk-LQzVpFnU/s400/tumblr_ltak4a99M31qb8ikqo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669341382809443490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The feeling of letting go is just awesome nah? But there is one thing that pretty much bothers me :/ Anyway I've decided to reactivate my facebook for the sake of others. I'm surprised that when i did that, people kept visiting to my profile. Is my life really that interesting? -_- Goodnight y'all! I've finally solved my coding errorsssssssss. Whoooopsiedaisy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-1801386929508667999?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1801386929508667999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=1801386929508667999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/1801386929508667999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/1801386929508667999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/10/hell-to-yeah.html' title='hell to the yeah'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P3YPf5Y5mfg/Tq2L80DHXKI/AAAAAAAAHmM/yk-LQzVpFnU/s72-c/tumblr_ltak4a99M31qb8ikqo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-7622866972026494083</id><published>2011-10-30T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T22:40:23.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let the good times roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--OOGz6HfjVY/Tq1bySwfckI/AAAAAAAAHmA/G9FOLKbNSms/s1600/29500_130594340285683_100000053547363_335257_5872320_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--OOGz6HfjVY/Tq1bySwfckI/AAAAAAAAHmA/G9FOLKbNSms/s400/29500_130594340285683_100000053547363_335257_5872320_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669288425516134978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Princess yani&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - a nickname that i had when i was a relief teacher. No kidding, my students called me princess cause on that day when i relieved them, i wore a top with a crown at the back. I was relieving a primary 3 class and i swear, they were the AWESOMEST batch ever. I sang  MJ's songs with them (especially heal the world), they sang and danced infront of me after doing their work(YES, near the teacher's table), they told me everything about them and they'll always ask me whether i have a boyfriend or not cause to them I'm the most beautiful relief teacher ever. They will always admire me wherever i go. They made paper crowns and paper friends for me to keep. One even bought for me cookies and wrote me a letter. And all that happened in ONE day. And when it's time for me to go, the class leader will shout 'okay everyone, say thank you to princess yani!!' And they'll be like thaaaaaank youuuuu princess yaniiiii. I blushed real bad okay?! It was so embarassing x) But really, I was damn touched, i love them truckloads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then there was once where i played om om chaki chaki and also some games with a p6 class and yes, sang to them too. To be honest, all of them are taller than me and they kept asking, "cher, y u so short?'. Then im like, aiyah how i know, short cute what. HAHA! You know what's the weirdest thing? Whenever i had my break time, be it in the morning or afternoon, I'll always go to the canteen to grab some light food. And when i enter the canteen, EVERYONE in the canteen will call me 'Miss yaniiiiiiii or cikgu yani' and wave real hard. And i'll be like smiling from ear to ear. Some even followed me around which is sometimes annoying, some even ran up to me and hugged me tightly despite having other teachers around. I can sense some jealous though. I WAS SIXTEEN FOR GOODNESS SAKE! Hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And when it comes to p1/p2 students,they'll touch my bangle, my body, my skirt, my omg they love to touch me, seriously! LOL. Especially when I read to them e epic big book of something something. But most of the time they'll read together with me cause they seem to know the book inside out. And when they read, omg my ears will bleed i tell you. Hahahahahah ok joke. But seriously, sakit sia telinga. You guys remember the song oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah song by jj lin? Some of my students will sing, "oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah...NI!" to me wherever i go. They sang that because my friends told their younger siblings about it -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some students even had a crush on me. After 1 or 2 months of relieving, the seniors and juniors in e school will tell me that someone from this class likes me and the story goes on and on. Oh my god, being a relief teacher was the loveliest thing ever. Till now, I'm still in contact with them. They never fail to call me cikgu yani, miss yani or kak yani when they see me outside. They'll always respect and love me for who I am. So basically i relieved almost every class from p1-p6 so most of them know me.And that is why, i would love to be a full-time teacher some day. I hope it'll come true though, aminnn :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-7622866972026494083?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7622866972026494083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=7622866972026494083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/7622866972026494083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/7622866972026494083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/10/let-good-times-roll.html' title='let the good times roll'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--OOGz6HfjVY/Tq1bySwfckI/AAAAAAAAHmA/G9FOLKbNSms/s72-c/29500_130594340285683_100000053547363_335257_5872320_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-2552987927744352032</id><published>2011-10-30T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T22:10:20.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old skewl yow momma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BYw4JAe1Bwk/Tq1aRMEMCgI/AAAAAAAAHlo/4fSBynjp3dM/s200/DSCN0505.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669286757272390146" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wjAQk5PpY70/Tq1aRhHcdXI/AAAAAAAAHl0/CQWsnlTaFEw/s1600/DSCN0525.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wjAQk5PpY70/Tq1aRhHcdXI/AAAAAAAAHl0/CQWsnlTaFEw/s200/DSCN0525.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669286762923193714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family :) I was so cute and fair last time...tsk i miss my fair skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-2552987927744352032?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2552987927744352032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=2552987927744352032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/2552987927744352032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/2552987927744352032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/10/old-skewl-yow-momma.html' title='Old skewl yow momma'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BYw4JAe1Bwk/Tq1aRMEMCgI/AAAAAAAAHlo/4fSBynjp3dM/s72-c/DSCN0505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-2286996339003962026</id><published>2011-10-30T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T14:53:04.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mostly regarding r/s. Y OH Y</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it? &lt;/b&gt;Of course, my friends said it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Would you date an 18-year-old at the age you are now? &lt;/b&gt;I'm 18 so i prefer to date 18 yr olds. Younger, no. Older, 2 years max. Hahah x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. When’s the last time you were aggravated and happy at the same time? &lt;/b&gt;Yesterday! heheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Would you ever smile at a stranger? &lt;/b&gt;Why not :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are? &lt;/b&gt;Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today? &lt;/b&gt;Nooope~ I'll listen to songs later when I'm out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. What exactly are you wearing right now? &lt;/b&gt;Red tee, shorts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. How often do you listen to music?&lt;/b&gt; Everyday. It's part of my life or should i say, daily routine ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Do you wear jeans or sweats more? &lt;/b&gt;Jeans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Do you think your life will change dramatically before 2012? &lt;/b&gt;It has.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Are you a social or an antisocial person? &lt;/b&gt;Depends on who I'm with. But normally, I'm a social person :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. Have you ever kissed someone whose name begins with the letter ‘A’? &lt;/b&gt;Nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. What about ‘R’? &lt;/b&gt;No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. Can you drive a stick shift? &lt;/b&gt;Nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Do you care if people talk badly about you? &lt;/b&gt;Of course. I hate when that happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. Are you going out of town soon? &lt;/b&gt;Neh. I'll be busy with school :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. When was the last time you cried? &lt;/b&gt;Yesterday night while watching kdrama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. Have you ever told someone you loved them? &lt;/b&gt;Duh. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. If you could change your eye color, would you? &lt;/b&gt;Yes, i want it be blue or purple :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. Is there a boy who you would do absolutely everything for? &lt;/b&gt;Hmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;21. Name something you dislike about the day you’re having.&lt;/b&gt; My submission is the day after, and I had to fix some things in my relationship. Totally hate that. Our fight left me broken and distracted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. Is it cute when guys kiss you on your forehead? &lt;/b&gt;Of course haha i love that most :P Oh the butterflies~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;23. Are you dating the last person you talked to? &lt;/b&gt;Errr, idk? hahahha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. What are you sitting on right now? &lt;/b&gt;Sofaaaaaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. Does anyone regularly (other than family) tell you they love you? &lt;/b&gt;Yes my guyfriend. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;26. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have? &lt;/b&gt;You know me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;27. Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night? &lt;/b&gt;Shahari x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;28. Do you get a lot of colds? &lt;/b&gt;Nopeees, i iz very healthy nao. When i was in high school, i got sick often. Idk why o.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;29. Where is the shirt you are wearing from? &lt;/b&gt;No idea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;30. Does anyone hate you? &lt;/b&gt;Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;31. Do you have any empty alcohol bottles hidden somewhere in your room? &lt;/b&gt;Of course not, I'm not an alcoholic beetch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;32. Do you like watching scary movies? &lt;/b&gt;Sometimes. Hahahah! But yeah i'll love it if it's scary enough. Oh the mysterrrry~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;33. Do you want your tongue pierced?&lt;/b&gt; Nope, its scary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;34. If you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be? &lt;/b&gt;This year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;35. Did you have a dream last night? &lt;/b&gt;Nothing at all, i think I'm super tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;36. When was the last time you told someone you loved them? &lt;/b&gt;Yesterday. I was like, "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"larpchuu bby, see you next week! muacks!!" to cheffy. Hahahah! Gonna go for a jog next weekend :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;37. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years? &lt;/b&gt;Iono. Maybe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;38. Do you think someone has feelings for you? &lt;/b&gt;I think so. But i'm unsure of it. hmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;39. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now? &lt;/b&gt;Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;40. Did you have a good day yesterday? &lt;/b&gt;Okay lah can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;41. Think back 2 months ago; were you in a relationship? &lt;/b&gt;Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;42. In the next 48 hours, will you hang out with a girl? &lt;/b&gt;Er yeaaaaah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;43. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you? &lt;/b&gt;Ya, but in the end don't care about me also. Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;44. What’s the best part about school? &lt;/b&gt;Learning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;45. Do you have any pictures on your Facebook? &lt;/b&gt;Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;46. Do you ever pass notes to your friends in school? &lt;/b&gt;That's so old school. Not anymore :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;47. Do you replay things that have happened in your head? &lt;/b&gt;Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;48. Were you single over the last summer? &lt;/b&gt;No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;49. Is your life anything like it was two years ago? &lt;/b&gt;Different. Way different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;50. What are you supposed to be doing right now? &lt;/b&gt;My flash exercise but I'm not doing anything #likaboss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;51. Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with? &lt;/b&gt;Nooooo -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;52. Are you nice to everyone? &lt;/b&gt;Yeap. If you're nice, I'm nice. If you're not, screw you. Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;53. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to? &lt;/b&gt;Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;54. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat? &lt;/b&gt;Been there. I don't cheat please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;55. Are you good at hiding your feelings? &lt;/b&gt;From the person i like, maybe? But from my friends and family, no hahahaha! They know me inside out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;56. Do you think you like someone? &lt;/b&gt;Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;57. Have you kissed someone whose name starts with a ‘J’? &lt;/b&gt;Noooooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;58. Do you prefer to be friends with girls or boys? &lt;/b&gt;Both but i prefer boys. Cause they don't go around hatin and bitchin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;59. Has anyone of your friends ever seen you cry? &lt;/b&gt;Most of them had seen me cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;60. Do you hate anyone? &lt;/b&gt;Nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;61. How’s your heart? &lt;/b&gt;It's functioning well :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;62. Is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about? &lt;/b&gt;Yap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;63. Have you ever cried over a guy? &lt;/b&gt;DUH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;64. Who is probably talking a load of crap about you right now? &lt;/b&gt;Idk, idc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;65. Are your toenails painted pink? &lt;/b&gt;No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;66. Will your next kiss be a mistake? &lt;/b&gt;I hope not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;67. Girls love it when boyfriends cry; correct? &amp;lt;- &lt;/b&gt;No i don't. Cause later I'll cry too :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;68. Have your pants ever fallen down in public? &lt;/b&gt;No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;69. Who was the last person you were on the phone with? &lt;/b&gt;Cheffy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;70. How do you look right now? &lt;/b&gt;Masaaai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;71. Do you have someone you can be your complete self around? &lt;/b&gt;Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;72. Can you commit to one person? &lt;/b&gt;Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;73. Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to? &lt;/b&gt;Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;74. Have you ever felt replaced? &lt;/b&gt;Obviously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;75. Did you wake up cranky?&lt;/b&gt; Nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;76. Are you a jealous person? &lt;/b&gt;Depends on the situation&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;77. Are relationships ever worth it? &lt;/b&gt;Only some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;78. Anyone you’re giving up on? &lt;/b&gt;Yes. Right this second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;79. Currently wanting to see anyone? &lt;/b&gt;Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;80. Name something you have to do tomorrow? &lt;/b&gt;Answer some qns in class and do some in class exercises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;81. Last person you cried in front of? &lt;/b&gt;It happened so long ago but i know it was syazzeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;82. Is there someone you will never forget? &lt;/b&gt;Yaaa i never forget anyone :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;83. Do you think the person you have feelings for is protective of you? &lt;/b&gt;Idk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;84. If the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing right now? &lt;/b&gt;Hahahah maybe making a fool of ourselves? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;85. Are you over your past?&lt;/b&gt; Yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;86. Have you ever liked one of your best friends of the opposite sex? &lt;/b&gt;Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;87. Is there anyone you can tell EVERYTHING to?&lt;/b&gt; Hey that's been asked before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;88. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept? &lt;/b&gt;Er maybe. But I'm over him so I'll just accept his apology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;89. So, the last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3AM; do you let them in? &lt;/b&gt;NO. That's crazzzzzy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;90. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated? HAHA yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;91. Will you be in a relationship in 2 months? &lt;/b&gt;N-O. No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;92. Is there anyone you know with the name Michael? &lt;/b&gt;Michael jackson hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;93. Have you ever kissed a Matthew? &lt;/b&gt;No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;94. Were you in a relationship in January? How was it going? &lt;/b&gt;Yes, going fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;95. Were you happy with the person you liked in March? &lt;/b&gt;I was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;96. Don’t tell me lies, is the last person you texted attractive? &lt;/b&gt;Average :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;97. Who do you have texts from? &lt;/b&gt;Mostly my classmates or my outside friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;98. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say? &lt;/b&gt;Good for you! Go for it :D haha because I want him to be happy~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;99. Have you ever kissed someone older than you? &lt;/b&gt;Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;100. Who’s in your profile picture with you? &lt;/b&gt;No one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;101. Ever kissed under fireworks? &lt;/b&gt;Yes, exactly a year ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;102. Has anybody ever given you butterflies? &lt;/b&gt;Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-2286996339003962026?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2286996339003962026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=2286996339003962026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/2286996339003962026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/2286996339003962026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/10/mostly-regarding-rs-y-oh-y.html' title='mostly regarding r/s. Y OH Y'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-7981753901722628479</id><published>2011-10-30T02:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T02:37:22.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let it snow, let it snow, let it snow~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qSC4t8ooaf8/TqxDK6jsB8I/AAAAAAAAHlc/mBrOMNd-YQs/s1600/tumblr_lq9ue5k1621qch30go1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qSC4t8ooaf8/TqxDK6jsB8I/AAAAAAAAHlc/mBrOMNd-YQs/s400/tumblr_lq9ue5k1621qch30go1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668979885749307330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Beautiful isn't it? How i wish it'll snow every year. I hope to experience the snow before i dai. Heh ikr, i iz so emomomo. Well if I'm going to Japan or Seoul in winter next year, then alhamdulillah for meeeeee! It would be better to experience it with someone I love though. Tralala~ Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, two days ago was one of the days that i 'nearly cried' again. Not everyone knows that everytime I listen to sad songs(especially in the bus on the way to school or back if im alone), it'll pretty mind remind me of him and the happy memories we had together. I'll get all emotional when we fought, even after we broke up. I cried truckloads yet no one noticed cause I'll always look out the window when I cry. But ever since 2 months ago, I managed to hold back my tears. Time did heal my wound and of course, my friends and family. They did so much and tried so hard to make me happy and move on. I thank them with all my heart for taking their time out, just to meet me and cheer me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was once childish to get you back, but now, i don't care anymore about how well you are living your life. I don't even bother reading your tweets, or your facebook. I don't even get affected when i hear anything about you from anyone. Well, for a moment I did plan to fuck up your life but well, it's better to donate my old toys to the needy and pray for my well being and my family's health instead of dwelling about you. That's what I've learnt from this downfall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-7981753901722628479?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7981753901722628479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=7981753901722628479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/7981753901722628479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/7981753901722628479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/10/let-it-snow-let-it-snow-let-it-snow.html' title='let it snow, let it snow, let it snow~'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qSC4t8ooaf8/TqxDK6jsB8I/AAAAAAAAHlc/mBrOMNd-YQs/s72-c/tumblr_lq9ue5k1621qch30go1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-2001973747717437907</id><published>2011-10-30T01:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T02:15:01.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuuuuwenty</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;1. Five ways to win my heart- &lt;/b&gt;Make me happy by just being honest, sincere, silly, protective and kind :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Some things you feel strongly about - &lt;/b&gt;Future and the relationship i have with my family and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. A book you love - &lt;/b&gt;Queen of babble - Meg cabot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Things you want to say to your ex - &lt;/b&gt;I've put up with your shit for too long. I've let you manipulate me, and lead me on, all for it to lead to this. Us being strangers. Of course I won't find someone like you. That's the point innit? I deserve someone better and I've successfully erase you from my memory. I hope you're happy with your life being with a 15 year old who knows nothing about love. You barely know her. She doesn't know your true colours. Karma will hit you hard. I have a salty mouth, so whatever I say will definitely come true. You moving on quickly came true, so why not she leaving you? By the time you realize that I'm the best, don't coming running back to me. What a shame. First, you din't put your ego aside and apologize to me after all the things you did. Where's your manners? Please, face me like a man for once. You never did. Second, even though you're in debt, you treat as if you owe me nothing. Third, thank you for making me realize that you're not the only guy in the world who could make me happy. I went through 12 months of suffering, crying for you, standing up for you because I hoped, prayed and wished that you are not what people say. For the first time, i sacrificed everything i had for someone. I even lost the friends I cherished all because of you. I actually did loved you that much. Yet, you dint realize. But they're right. I'm just a fool for you. I changed you, I stopped you from smoking, i helped you in your academics, got you a job, celebrated my birthday with you, gave you anniversary gifts and yet you din't appreciate all the things i did. And you wanna know why I got over you so quickly? Because I suffered for too long. Now that I'm free, I am definitely happier (sry if it's lengthy decided to vent it all out)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Your views on mainstream music - &lt;/b&gt;Hmmm no comments? haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. What you ate today - &lt;/b&gt;Nasi lemak x 2, hotdogs, nuggets, milo cereal, bread with mixed fruit jam and butter, and maggie :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. How important you think education is - &lt;/b&gt;VERY. Without a diploma or a degree, you seriously can't go far or survive here :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Your family -&lt;/b&gt; Is the awesomest people alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. 5 guys who you think is attractive - &lt;/b&gt;Can i list out more? Lee Min ho, Lee Jun Ki, Gong-chan, Jae hee, John abraham, Hitrik Roshan, Zayed Khan, Shahrukh Khan, Aizat, Orlando Bloom, Rain, Zayn Malik and some tumblr boys. Wahahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Your zodiac sign and if you think it fits your personality - &lt;/b&gt;Gemini. Yes it does fits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Something you always think "what if" about - &lt;/b&gt;My life. Especially about love/education/career/adventures/dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. Something you're proud of - &lt;/b&gt;Being in the best design school in Singapore :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. Your fears - &lt;/b&gt;Clowns. I hate clowns. Absolutely hate, clowns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. How you hope your future will be like - &lt;/b&gt;Bright and beautiful :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Your academics - &lt;/b&gt;A-okay, not so wow-ing, yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. Something that you miss - &lt;/b&gt;To have someone by my side and my childhood of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. Five words/phrases that makes you laugh - &lt;/b&gt;1. Me want cookie!! An yamyam 2. pondan, monyet, sombong!!! 3. i nak milo ais tapi ais die... i yang buat 4. mat kens paks sels tings tings mac anj. 5. I'm sexy and i know it! wriggle wriggle wriggle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. Things you like and dislike about yourself - &lt;/b&gt;Lol ive listed down the things i like and dislike in my previous post x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. A quote you try to live by - &lt;/b&gt;Always charge forward and never look back - Yani :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. 5 weird things that you like - &lt;/b&gt;1. Singing and headbanging likaboss while doing my assignments (release tension sia this one!), 2. Sniffing people who smells good (can't help it!!) 3. Staring into space (Idk it comes naturally but sometimes its good to not think about anything for a few mins hmm) 4. Eating kimchi with maggie 5. Hugging alfred before, during and after sleep and talking to him and poking him and making him dance infront of me when i'm bored or sad over something. It works you know, it does cheer me up. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-2001973747717437907?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2001973747717437907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=2001973747717437907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/2001973747717437907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/2001973747717437907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/10/20.html' title='Tuuuuwenty'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-1926759013283045293</id><published>2011-10-29T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T19:41:38.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>true?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ojLOBwADmc/TqvmQP5SPkI/AAAAAAAAHek/lonS8areIjI/s1600/tumblr_ltt2g3870R1qb8ikqo1_500.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 172px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ojLOBwADmc/TqvmQP5SPkI/AAAAAAAAHek/lonS8areIjI/s400/tumblr_ltt2g3870R1qb8ikqo1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668877722794999362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-1926759013283045293?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1926759013283045293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=1926759013283045293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/1926759013283045293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/1926759013283045293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_3669.html' title='true?'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ojLOBwADmc/TqvmQP5SPkI/AAAAAAAAHek/lonS8areIjI/s72-c/tumblr_ltt2g3870R1qb8ikqo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-4422863964283338617</id><published>2011-10-29T17:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T17:50:16.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B_paRqwdjzo/TqvLhqBm3oI/AAAAAAAAHeM/xb1Nhtgxuf0/s1600/tumblr_lt1wotBt4V1qaed7vo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B_paRqwdjzo/TqvLhqBm3oI/AAAAAAAAHeM/xb1Nhtgxuf0/s400/tumblr_lt1wotBt4V1qaed7vo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668848335053053570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want to be one of the happiest individual on earth. Imagine right now, I'm in spain or anywhere abroad and I suddenly, i met someone who changed my life, changed the way i see things or even sleep under the stars with him or dance with him under the moonlight. Aww but ya, #inyourdreamsyani. Whatever it is, im so gonna work hard for kachingz and go abroad asap. Idc if I'm going alone. Whatever i face, even if it's a downfall, I'll live every single moment of my life to see the world. Every three months, different country. Syioook. Hahahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-4422863964283338617?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4422863964283338617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=4422863964283338617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/4422863964283338617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/4422863964283338617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/10/dreams.html' title='dreams'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B_paRqwdjzo/TqvLhqBm3oI/AAAAAAAAHeM/xb1Nhtgxuf0/s72-c/tumblr_lt1wotBt4V1qaed7vo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-2081892258271213147</id><published>2011-10-29T16:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T16:39:40.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gemini</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bHxUKsL6e58/Tqu4bQXelJI/AAAAAAAAHeA/K1eimeJCAM4/s1600/DSCN0393.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bHxUKsL6e58/Tqu4bQXelJI/AAAAAAAAHeA/K1eimeJCAM4/s400/DSCN0393.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668827334365320338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well that's me alright :P Found this at Candylicious yesterday! Is it true that a Gemini's match is aquarius? :) I chanced upon a tweet stating that I'm most compatible with an aquarius, followed by aries or libra. Idk if i met a libra before though. Hahahah! I don't fully trust horoscopes 100% but idk, it's fun to believe it once in awhile nah? Most of the things I read via @Zodiacfacts are true especially about how we react to things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Disadvantages of being a gemini? People may mistook us for a flirt cause we're TOO friendly. Also, we're so fickle-minded. Its tough for us to make a decision instantaneously :( Advantages of being a gemini? We adapt fast to changes, people and we love challenges. We're likely to be a lawyer, retailer, journalist or politician ^^ And when in a fight or a debate, a gemini is most likely to win. Since young till now, I always win and I'll always bring it. Fierce right? I know hehehe. K bai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-2081892258271213147?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2081892258271213147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=2081892258271213147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/2081892258271213147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/2081892258271213147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/10/gemini.html' title='Gemini'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bHxUKsL6e58/Tqu4bQXelJI/AAAAAAAAHeA/K1eimeJCAM4/s72-c/DSCN0393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-7638134196255329356</id><published>2011-10-29T15:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T16:22:33.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maritime Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T8d7uYZ9PxE/Tqu0S8MQfwI/AAAAAAAAHc4/tYX3cC8NwI0/s400/DSCN0069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668822793464086274" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 140px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ddjf0QgQIWY/Tqu0TNfup0I/AAAAAAAAHdE/S97-01doqqg/s400/DSCN0353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668822798109157186" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 140px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ORZC84O7uk4/Tqu0TwHpEBI/AAAAAAAAHdQ/HNRtPsLhDbg/s400/DSCN0363.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668822807403368466" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 140px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FooFTV67K4w/Tqu1MbhOaxI/AAAAAAAAHdc/viNhdr8eaQQ/s200/DSCN0121.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668823781126073106" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kV2EgN2Yv-Y/Tqu1NPRZf0I/AAAAAAAAHd0/2qLPptyqLgc/s200/DSCN0464.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668823795018334018" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uWVX66fu8HA/Tqu1MuQNUcI/AAAAAAAAHdo/EnCcKNTupUw/s200/DSCN0325.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668823786154971586" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Zup. Im supposed to go out today but i'm not in the pink of health so..sigh. Was looking forward to meeting shah though. Anyway, the excursion yesterday was a-okay. Had fun in the typhoon theatre. Got drenched while seeking for shelter -_- Gelatio icecream was so nice okay...had carapino(caramel+cappucino) and cookies icecream. Meltz in the mouth i tell youuu. Heh. But what we saw are mostly what we've learnt in social studies :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-7638134196255329356?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7638134196255329356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=7638134196255329356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/7638134196255329356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/7638134196255329356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_29.html' title='Maritime Museum'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T8d7uYZ9PxE/Tqu0S8MQfwI/AAAAAAAAHc4/tYX3cC8NwI0/s72-c/DSCN0069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-5288440876963175520</id><published>2011-10-27T22:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T22:39:37.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>informal+singlish post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mVZjfP4zK9s/Tqlmlc0N21I/AAAAAAAAHcs/XNjFo_i625k/s1600/284151_258531780825271_100000053547363_1111503_5134260_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mVZjfP4zK9s/Tqlmlc0N21I/AAAAAAAAHcs/XNjFo_i625k/s400/284151_258531780825271_100000053547363_1111503_5134260_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668174399598877522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BOOHOOO I MISS MY PURPLE HAIR and my original curls. Setupiwwwwwd. Should have bleached it. Grrrrrrr. Oh well it's okay, next year it is. Short hair yani and a unique colour hair. YEAP! Duh, it's so obvious that I'm not the type of person who follow trends. I'm a unique individual bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ahah omg you know what. After class, it was so damn awkward in the lift. There's this guy, he came in after me. He's supposed to face front but he faced me instead and smiled all the way. LOL. The formality was so tak perlu please. Me apologizing and stuff hahahahah. Seriously, everyday i'll face this kinda people one. Last time when I was in year 1, there's this dude ah, everytime he sees me right, he'll always try to catch up with me, walk beside me and smile but I'll always ignore cause I don't know him heheh. Too bad he's attached now. Imagine if I'm in the same course as him heheheh. Omg yani perangai suke seh. Okay stoppit yani HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, went home with mayor just now. Bought my caramel pretzel from auntie anne and had macdols. He mentioned macdols as macdoooooooooools. TAK PERLU PLEASE. While in the cab we saw a hummer and he asked me to imagine him riding one and him talking like a nigga and all. Damn funny. I can't stop laughing. And he thinks he's sexy. Whatever siaaaa hahahaha. From first to last I can't stop laughing. God. He's going bali tomorrow. YAY i can't wait to get my bag and dress from him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To be honest, the situation after school was so damn different from the situation when I was in school. I rarely talk and did my in-class exercises all the way. I swear it was damn awkward. #fact: I don't talk to my classmates as much as I talk to my close friends and my only close friend in my course is syazzeh. No kiddddin. The others like mai, nadia and haq are in other courses so it's difficult for me to hang with them. There's a reason to why I became like this la. Normally when i masuk class I'll always go, HAI EVERYONE! And talk to everyone. But now, no more liao. Sad eh. I miss my old self :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-5288440876963175520?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5288440876963175520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=5288440876963175520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/5288440876963175520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/5288440876963175520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/10/informalsinglish-post.html' title='informal+singlish post'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mVZjfP4zK9s/Tqlmlc0N21I/AAAAAAAAHcs/XNjFo_i625k/s72-c/284151_258531780825271_100000053547363_1111503_5134260_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-5775658440799326748</id><published>2011-10-27T21:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T22:02:24.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that yani hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;When it comes to people, i absolutely hate:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Latecomers (I'm very impatient. If someone's 5-15mins late, its okay. But if its more than that, i'll be freakin pissed)&lt;div&gt;2. Paitao-kia (Aku da plan penat2, da siap, abeh last minute paitao. Paling benci orang gini ah tapi kalau ade good reason then i dont mind la :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Judgmental peepos/arrogant/hypocrites (Damn, you dont even know me and you wanna bitch about me? Fuck off)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Lazy people (You expect me to do everything and you just shake leg? Banyak cantik muke kau?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. People who loves to ask the obvious (Jangan jadi annoying and tanye soalan bodoh boleh tak?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. People who are too noisy or annoying (Skali skale can ah but if everyday, i seriously cnnt tolerate, i'll be like "bitch, shut the fuck up") hahahah but it depends on the person la :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. People who are freakin fickle-minded (Like me ah hahahah, even i am annoyed at myself LOL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. People who loves to take advantage of others (Mentang2 aku baik kat kau.....nak tu, nak ni, sikit2 merajuk. Ew stoppit please)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. People who is dependent on others (Skejap2 carik aku, skejap2 carik aku. Eee annoying!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. People who doesn't work hard for money (Someone who acts lika spoilt kid. Only know how to use parent's money and claim that they're rich. *rolleyes whatever beetch its not your money)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;When it comes to situations:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. When i spot something nice while shopping, and its f.expensive, i hate it but i can't do anything what. So i'll just walk away sadly. Haish. Haahahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. When I'm broke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. When i can't stop crying due to a heartbreak (I'll cry ttm till my heart aches bad. REAL BAD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. When i din't get the grade i want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. When i can't decide on what to wear (Sigh, one of the disadvantages of having too many clothes :/)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. When i had a bad haircut (I'll seriously feel insecure i tell you xD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. When i crave for food (I'll crave lika pregnant woman. Seriously annoying. Omg kalau betul2 pregnant i think lagi worst. Habes ah sesape jadi laki aku hahahah!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. When i don't have the time to finish up my assignments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. After i watch malay horror films (They will ALWAYS disappoint me k. Sigh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. When my contacts expired and i dint realize (Confirm later my eye pain and red nak mampus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-5775658440799326748?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5775658440799326748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=5775658440799326748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/5775658440799326748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/5775658440799326748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/10/things-that-yani-hate.html' title='Things that yani hate'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-3881485644540533867</id><published>2011-10-26T22:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T22:32:56.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fN_eQj-oOc8/TqgZRPl3RiI/AAAAAAAAHcg/qySTFBt7wcE/s1600/312777_2522424665703_1405928404_33007761_538058234_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fN_eQj-oOc8/TqgZRPl3RiI/AAAAAAAAHcg/qySTFBt7wcE/s400/312777_2522424665703_1405928404_33007761_538058234_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667807915079583266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eh usah eh usah usah usah eh, hey! Yo yo yoooooooo im back yo, baru habis main yo yo bro! HAHA omg merepek nye aku. Hai. So i spent yesterday night with mayor. And after spending the night with him, i realize that no matter how close we are, we absolutely have no clue about each other cause usually we'll hang in groups. Chilled with him and talk about our past, our future and ghosts since we watched paranormal 3 yesterday. It was okay, not that scary but the suspense was good. The last part? Two words. Super scary. I kept maki-ing, "eh nabei, babi pe, sial ah, cb!!!" hahahahahaha oh well. Annoying sia the movie but its alright :D There were no music when the credits were out so there was actually an awkward silence before leaving the theatre. Watching another movie this saturday w my primary sch friend. Three musketeers yo! Yayeeeeeeeee~
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the way, how's school? School's alright. I was pressurized for a moment but I promise myself not to panic, chill and just do my best in everything. I can do this shit and get it over and done with in 3 weeks! Fighting!!!! Anyway I'm supposed to design a handheld device for a museum and we're going to the maritime museum at RWS this friday. For my flash module, I'm not too sure though. So i'll be a busy woman and sleepless nights here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;


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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ps. My friend said i look like nicki manaj. DISAGREE PLEASE? Hahahah omg so damn different la :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-3881485644540533867?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3881485644540533867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=3881485644540533867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/3881485644540533867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/3881485644540533867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/10/eh-usah-eh-usah-usah-usah-eh-hey-yo-yo.html' title='hmmmmm'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fN_eQj-oOc8/TqgZRPl3RiI/AAAAAAAAHcg/qySTFBt7wcE/s72-c/312777_2522424665703_1405928404_33007761_538058234_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-4564678748218630218</id><published>2011-10-26T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T16:09:26.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris, I'm in love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g3guVuhqFwA/Tqe2b9TY6zI/AAAAAAAAHcE/6Din6yDymcQ/s1600/tumblr_ltnw2auAR31qjyj9co1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g3guVuhqFwA/Tqe2b9TY6zI/AAAAAAAAHcE/6Din6yDymcQ/s400/tumblr_ltnw2auAR31qjyj9co1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667699247497669426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Afternoon readers! Today imma post about something i would love to do. I would love to travel. Countries that I wanna visit; Paris, Rome, Greece, Venice, Mexico, Russia, Egypt, Hawaii, London, Japan, Seoul, Dubai, Las Vegas, Sans Francisco, India(Maldives), New Zealand, United Kingdom, Ireland, Germany, and New York, Bandung, Langkawi :D Reasons to that? I have friends over at some countries. Having them as my tour guide would be way awesome nah? Idk how you guys live your life but i live my life socializing. Twitter and tumblr are the main reasons why I love being friends with strangers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, the fun me is the true me. The crazy me is the true me. I'm very choosy when it comes to friends and I don't show my true colours to my schoolmates or relatives. If I find you awesome, I'll be awesome. I am happier this way because i prefer to have a handful of friends that are lame, crazy and fun rather than friends who are two-faced. So I'm basically the type that, if you wanna be friends w me, talk to me first bitch. Hahahaha :P Trust me, my life is pretty much exciting and its more than what you think. If you think I'm the anti-social type, think again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If i show my true colours to people around me, people would judge me and for sure, I'll gain haters. No doubt cause I've been there :') I don't mind that though, it's just that, I prefer to lead my life in silence for now. My life will change after college or university. Some of you might prefer studying over working but I prefer to work and pursue my hobbies after that. I wanna do something that I love. I wanna learn something that I love. I wanna be someone who is known who I am. And that is why, my dream is to become a great photojournalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been blogging for 7 years now, and it doesn't tire me at all :) My reason for not putting a tagboard in? People rarely tag and socialize here. They only want me to visit their blog so jyeah. But if you, YES YOU! The person reading this right now, wants to talk to me, sure. Just find me on twitter @dontyoumesswme :D Sayonara~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-4564678748218630218?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4564678748218630218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=4564678748218630218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/4564678748218630218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/4564678748218630218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_26.html' title='Paris, I&apos;m in love.'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g3guVuhqFwA/Tqe2b9TY6zI/AAAAAAAAHcE/6Din6yDymcQ/s72-c/tumblr_ltnw2auAR31qjyj9co1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-3276485494011704326</id><published>2011-10-24T17:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T18:01:26.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sup beetch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VrhkcK1Z-NI/TqU3LQMM3zI/AAAAAAAAHbk/Ymz-sM63fhk/s1600/300620_2522534308444_1405928404_33007938_493709147_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VrhkcK1Z-NI/TqU3LQMM3zI/AAAAAAAAHbk/Ymz-sM63fhk/s400/300620_2522534308444_1405928404_33007938_493709147_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666996372579868466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oops. So i have class this morning and i dint attend it. Great. It's all about action-scripting and everyone's stressing over it. I'm still not looking forward to school but heck, at least i finally get to eat my favourite uncle pancake and mini hot pot. Warghahahah! Ikr. My perangai tk berubah. Forever like pregnant woman :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll sleep early today. Imma aim high this semester and will just pray for the best. Insyaallah everything will go smoothly. People have faith in me and so I'll have faith in myself too. Amin. I have nothing much to blog about but yeah, I really prefer this kind of life. No restrictions, no disturbance. Ah life's great. BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-3276485494011704326?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3276485494011704326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=3276485494011704326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/3276485494011704326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/3276485494011704326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/10/dumdumdidi.html' title='sup beetch'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VrhkcK1Z-NI/TqU3LQMM3zI/AAAAAAAAHbk/Ymz-sM63fhk/s72-c/300620_2522534308444_1405928404_33007938_493709147_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-3934243258267096069</id><published>2011-10-24T17:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T17:47:19.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questionares</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1:Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?&lt;/b&gt; Closed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2:Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel?&lt;/b&gt; YES hahahahah! They smell nice okay x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3:Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out?&lt;/b&gt; Depends. But most of the time tucked in :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4:Have you ever stolen a street sign before?&lt;/b&gt; LOL no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;5:Do you like to use post-it notes?&lt;/b&gt; Yes, because I tend to forget things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;6:Do you cut out coupons but then never use them? &lt;/b&gt;Most of the time hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;7:Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of a bees?&lt;/b&gt; NONE? But i thin i rather be attacked by bees. A bear can tear my skin off :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;8:Do you have freckles?&lt;/b&gt; I guess sooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;9:Do you always smile for pictures?&lt;/b&gt; Haha of course :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;10:What is your biggest pet peeve?&lt;/b&gt; Wait whut?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;11:Do you ever count your steps when you walk?&lt;/b&gt; Yes, especially when I'm bored or just do it for fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;12:Have you ever peed in the woods?&lt;/b&gt; No, never. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;13:What about pooped in the woods?&lt;/b&gt; No. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;14:Do you ever dance even if theres no music playing?&lt;/b&gt; I'll make my own beats and dance most of the time heheheheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;15:Do you chew your pens and pencils?&lt;/b&gt; Lol no that's gross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;16:How many people have you slept with this week?&lt;/b&gt; No one but my sister. She sleeps beside me x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;17:What size is your bed?&lt;/b&gt; So kaypo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;18:What is your Song of the week?&lt;/b&gt; You don't see me - Josie and the pussycats!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;19:Is it okay for guys to wear pink?&lt;/b&gt; Of course, that's totally hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;20:Do you still watch cartoons?&lt;/b&gt; Yes, there's still a kid in me yknow *wink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;21:Whats your least favorite movie?&lt;/b&gt; I can't remember. Most of the movies i watched are awesome so yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;22:Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had some?&lt;/b&gt; It's for me to know and you to find out! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;23:What do you drink with dinner? &lt;/b&gt;Normally hot tea or just pepsi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;24:What do you dip a chicken nugget in?&lt;/b&gt; Curry sauce, chilli, cheesespread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;25:What is your favorite food?&lt;/b&gt; I love mum's cooking. Junk food too. Okay i love everything. Hahaha! Except for pork ya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;26:What movies could you watch over and over and still love?&lt;/b&gt; A walk to remember, kdramas!!!!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;27:Last person you kissed/kissed you? &lt;/b&gt;My dad before he went to work. Hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;28:Were you ever a boy/girl scout?&lt;/b&gt; Nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;29:Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine?&lt;/b&gt; No -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;30:When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper? &lt;/b&gt;A year ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;31:Can you change the oil on a car?&lt;/b&gt; Er no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;32:Ever gotten a speeding ticket?&lt;/b&gt; No i don't have a license yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;33:Ever ran out of gas?&lt;/b&gt; No. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;34:Favorite kind of sandwich?&lt;/b&gt; Bacon and egg/tuna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;35:Best thing to eat for breakfast?&lt;/b&gt; Maggie with nuggets or fries or just fried rice or toast with butter and sugar :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;36:What is your usual bedtime?&lt;/b&gt; 1 or 2am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;37:Are you lazy?&lt;/b&gt; Sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;38:When you were a kid, what did you dress up as for Halloween?&lt;/b&gt; I don't celebrate halloween.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;39:What is your Chinese astrological sign?&lt;/b&gt; Rooster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;40:How many languages can you speak?&lt;/b&gt; 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;41:Do you have any magazine subscriptions?&lt;/b&gt; 8 days, teenage, kerrang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;42:Which are better legos or lincoln logs?&lt;/b&gt; Legos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;43:Are you stubborn?&lt;/b&gt; Yes, very.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;44:Who is better...Leno or Letterman?&lt;/b&gt; ER idk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;45:Ever watch soap operas?&lt;/b&gt; Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;46:Are you afraid of heights?&lt;/b&gt; Nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;47:Do you sing in the car?&lt;/b&gt; Of course i do, only w the people i love. With strangers, never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;48:Do you sing in the shower?&lt;/b&gt; Everyday without fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;49:Do you dance in the car?&lt;/b&gt; Depends. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;50:Ever used a gun?&lt;/b&gt; Yes, a toy gun hahahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;51:Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?&lt;/b&gt; Few .weeks ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;52:Do you think musicals are cheesy?&lt;/b&gt; Nehhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;53:Is Christmas stressful?&lt;/b&gt; I don't celebrate xmas sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;54:Ever eat a pierogi?&lt;/b&gt; Whats that? Hahha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;55:Favorite type of fruit pie?&lt;/b&gt; Apple pie, mango pie, strawberry/blueberry pie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;56:Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?&lt;/b&gt; Teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;57:Do you believe in ghosts?&lt;/b&gt; Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;58:Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?&lt;/b&gt; YES I DID ONCE. The same things kept happening over and over again when i was with hajarah at treehaus 2 years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;59:Take a vitamin daily?&lt;/b&gt; Not so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;60:Wear slippers?&lt;/b&gt; Yeap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;61:Wear a bath robe?&lt;/b&gt; Nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;62:What do you wear to bed?&lt;/b&gt; Tshirt and shorts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;63:First concert?&lt;/b&gt; PARAMOREEEEEEEEEE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;64:Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?&lt;/b&gt; None of the above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;65:Nike or Adidas?&lt;/b&gt; Nike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;66:Cheetos Or Fritos?&lt;/b&gt; Fritos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;67:Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? &lt;/b&gt;Both, but i prefer peanuts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;68:Ever hear of the group Tres Bien?&lt;/b&gt; Yeappp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;69:Ever take dance lessons? &lt;/b&gt;Yes, malay dance. But in future i wanna be in a contemporary dance group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;70:Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?&lt;/b&gt; Hmmmm no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;71:Can you curl your tongue?&lt;/b&gt; No i can't hahahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;72:Ever won a spelling bee?&lt;/b&gt; Yes. I'm the best when it comes to spelling heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;73:Have you ever cried because you were so happy?&lt;/b&gt; YESS i cried few weeks ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;74:Own any record albums?&lt;/b&gt; Yup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;75:Own a record player?&lt;/b&gt; No&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Bold" border="0" class="gl_bold" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;76:Regularly burn incense? &lt;/b&gt;No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;77:Ever been in love?&lt;/b&gt; Of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;78:Who would you like to see in concert?&lt;/b&gt; The artists i love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;79:What was the last concert you saw?&lt;/b&gt; Linkin park at the grand prix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;80:Hot tea or cold tea?&lt;/b&gt; Hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;81:Tea or coffee?&lt;/b&gt; Tea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;82:Sugar or snickerdoodles?&lt;/b&gt; Sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;83:Can you swim well?&lt;/b&gt; Not so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;84:Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?&lt;/b&gt; Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;85:Are you patient?&lt;/b&gt; It depends on situation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;86:DJ or band, at a wedding?&lt;/b&gt; A band&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;87:Ever won a contest?&lt;/b&gt; Yes, 2 times. I won a gundam action figure when i was in p3 and won an mp3 for a coca cola contest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;88:Ever have plastic surgery?&lt;/b&gt; Nope. I'm natural.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;89:Which are better black or green olives?&lt;/b&gt; Black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;90:Can you knit or crochet?&lt;/b&gt; I can knit abit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;91:Best room for a fireplace?&lt;/b&gt; Living room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;92:Do you want to get married?&lt;/b&gt; Yes. I want to build a beautiful family with the person who loves me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;93:If married, how long have you been married?&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;94:Who was your HS crush?&lt;/b&gt; I, Z, S and F.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;95:Do you cry and throw a fit until you get your own way?&lt;/b&gt; Most of the time when I'm pissed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;96:Do you have kids?&lt;/b&gt; Nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;97:Do you want kids?&lt;/b&gt; Duh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;98:Whats your favorite color?&lt;/b&gt; Preferably vibrant colours. Anything unique except for dull colours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;99:Do you miss anyone right now?&lt;/b&gt; I do :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-3934243258267096069?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3934243258267096069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=3934243258267096069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/3934243258267096069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/3934243258267096069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/10/questionares.html' title='Questionares'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-2274328148596458834</id><published>2011-10-23T19:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T19:55:32.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 things that makes yani happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;. Treats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; DIY stuff (It really shows how sincere someone is)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; Sweet stuff (Chocolates, Cupcakes, Brownies, Ice-creams)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; Photoshoots/Roadtrips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt; Children (Especially babies or any sweet and innocent kids! :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.&lt;/b&gt; A stroll in the park/beaches or anywhere nice and calm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.&lt;/b&gt; Moviedates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.&lt;/b&gt; Reading romance novels/watching k-dramas during my free time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9.&lt;/b&gt; Birthday surprise/celebration (Makes me feel extra special :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.&lt;/b&gt; Doing something i never did before (Learning self defense, skydiving, wake boarding etc) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-2274328148596458834?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2274328148596458834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=2274328148596458834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/2274328148596458834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/2274328148596458834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/10/top-10-things-that-makes-yani-happy.html' title='Top 10 things that makes yani happy'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-5849744243754265704</id><published>2011-10-23T18:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T18:47:42.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>away from the limelight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qzhmr_uYwJY/TqPrlxeAVTI/AAAAAAAAHac/kN8sDKF2hKo/s1600/P1000749.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qzhmr_uYwJY/TqPrlxeAVTI/AAAAAAAAHac/kN8sDKF2hKo/s400/P1000749.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666631790329091378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ironic isn't it. I posted something about how everyone's acting on fb and for the very first time, no one likes my status. Siape makan chili die lah yang rase pedas kan. I guess sume orang makan chili. HAHAHAH! Kesian. Facebook is full of fake people and attention seekers. It's getting boring. I shall join cheffy, haj and zawani from today onwards. Life without facebook is fine with me. I don't have anyone to stalk anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, if I'm not in facebook, would anyone care? The only way to talk to me is through twitter and the best way to stalk me is here. For the past few days I'm not into tweeting as well. I have no idea what the hell is happening to me but I guess I prefer to keep a low profile, for real this time. Believe it or not. But yeah, I'm happier this way :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm so not ready for school. Luckily briefing's on tuesday so there's no school tomorrow! :D I so wanna buy uncle pancakes tomorrow. Paranormal activity with mayor on tues! I hope it'll turn out good aye. And i am so damn happy, cause i got my favourite lecturer for my 3rd major project wohweeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-5849744243754265704?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5849744243754265704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=5849744243754265704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/5849744243754265704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/5849744243754265704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='away from the limelight'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qzhmr_uYwJY/TqPrlxeAVTI/AAAAAAAAHac/kN8sDKF2hKo/s72-c/P1000749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-5568137149241322697</id><published>2011-10-23T00:25:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T01:33:30.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little things about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X1_iQNTlX2o/TqL9ezPgW0I/AAAAAAAAHZk/gcFxX3AxpbQ/s400/34913_404760938444_704438444_4644888_3587355_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666369986778651458" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To be honest, I can't sleep. Airagoooo. I know this is totally random but yeah, I've been watching alot of korean dramas, and before i met zin, rewatched few last episodes of sassy girl chunhyang. WAH i cried lika watertank. But my mong-ryong is so hot. Anyway, if you wanna know, i absolutely love kdramas. No kiddin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My fav actors are lee min ho, jae hee and lee jun ki. All know how to fight shioooool. Woohoo! I love fighters and i love protective guys. But i rarely see them in action in real life. I guess Singapore's too safe x) What if I'm abroad right now...hmmmm. Who knows someone will save me out of nowhere and I'll be like omg thank youuu *meltzxzxzx. Hahahah! Lol i gotta snap out of it. In your dreams yani. Tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, lemme recommend you some kdramas to watch. City hunter is no.1 on my list. Watch it on epdrama.com kay! Followed by sassy girl chunhyang, witch yoo hee, my girl, iljamae, personal taste, full house, boys over flowers, princess hours, time between the dog and the wolf, the king and the clown, my fair lady, playful kiss, my princess and stairway to heaven. Out of all the movies i listed here, i own 3/4 of em x)
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Trust me, I could really converse in korean language. If i were to go to seoul, life would be easy for me. I would love to stalk my lee min ho too. HE is so my type. Tall, attractive, dimple face, smart, protective, looks good in any type of clothing...stubborn yet freaking sweet. HAISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay moving onnnnn, many of you might think that I wanna be a teacher/designer since young. But neh, in fact I would love to be a crime investigator, prosecutor or a spy. I actually chose gerontological studies as my first choice. It's a mix of law, tourism and psychology. Sounds chim and so not me but heck, i just wanna try something new and challenging. You know me, i love challenges *winkwink But too bad, i din't work hard enough for O's. If i did, confirm best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a wide variety of interests. I am so fickle minded right now idk where to go. I love singing, I love arts and design, I love teaching, I love baking, I love dancing, I would absolutely love fighting(I plan to take some classes after poly for defense purpose :P) SO YAH. Time will tell i guess. Hmmmmmm i wonder. Okay yay, i feel sleepy now. Off i go to lala land~ Can't wait to hug alfred! Chao chin chi!!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-5568137149241322697?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5568137149241322697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=5568137149241322697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/5568137149241322697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/5568137149241322697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/10/little-things-about-me.html' title='Little things about me'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X1_iQNTlX2o/TqL9ezPgW0I/AAAAAAAAHZk/gcFxX3AxpbQ/s72-c/34913_404760938444_704438444_4644888_3587355_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-4774497926426462829</id><published>2011-10-22T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T23:03:58.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sesssssssion!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HAI! Went to RP today with zin. (He's my bandmate btw) Well to sum everything up, it was smurftastic! After hearing our recordings, we actually sounded good and i projected my voice for the first time despite having people passing by and lookin at us. Some even complimented on our originals. It was a good and nice experience indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, bumped into shah and hadi too! Haha i was shocked yet happy x) Sorry, no pictures from today cause i totally forgot to take some. Zin taught me some chords and bullied me by pressing my fingers against the strings real hard cause the sound dunwan come out. Omg i nearly cry sia, it was really painful k. I can play guitar but only tabs. I hate chords. Goshhhhh. And finally had burgs rams after so long! Lepakzxzx at titanic for awhile and bumped into wan and his mummy! :D He's supposed to join us today but s'ok, next week it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Managed to cover rolling in the deep, lazy song, warmness of the soul, here without you, ignorance, only exception, kiss me and many more. Next week we're gonna try my immortal and don't see me. Due2 lagu emo tapi sedap yo! I'll stop here for now, cheerios! Goodnight~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-4774497926426462829?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4774497926426462829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=4774497926426462829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/4774497926426462829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/4774497926426462829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/10/sesssssssion.html' title='sesssssssion!'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-5692478850232544056</id><published>2011-10-21T21:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T21:39:29.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new look</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0mZfwenXP0U/TqF0EoUEm6I/AAAAAAAAHWI/bLm0wTKnL6k/s1600/aku3%2521.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0mZfwenXP0U/TqF0EoUEm6I/AAAAAAAAHWI/bLm0wTKnL6k/s320/aku3%2521.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665937429098699682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uJTd4xQl1rI/TqF1Q3MDzBI/AAAAAAAAHXE/rnuFNbynm9g/s200/aku1%2521.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665938738761681938" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LPdlyd_WlI4/TqF15reJlOI/AAAAAAAAHXQ/xtTASetPys8/s200/yaniseh2.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665939439990969570" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tro4V6X5zWA/TqF15qmINCI/AAAAAAAAHXg/t4dIMhh34zc/s200/aku%2521%2521.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665939439755998242" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
By the way, all of you noticed that i changed my hairstyle right? Its supposed to be purple and now it's copper brown. LOL it's gonna be full brown soon. Serve me right for not bleaching my hair. Well imma change it again next year. Get ready to say hello to short hair/bleached hair yani. OR yani with 5 colours in her hair next year! Hahahahha no kidding, i might do that :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-5692478850232544056?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5692478850232544056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=5692478850232544056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/5692478850232544056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/5692478850232544056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-look.html' title='new look'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0mZfwenXP0U/TqF0EoUEm6I/AAAAAAAAHWI/bLm0wTKnL6k/s72-c/aku3%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-7184350746095184329</id><published>2011-10-21T21:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T21:13:16.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dark past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay people must be curious why i broke up with my boyfriend. The answer is soooooo obvious right. Some had seen us fought in twitter and facebook. I mentioned before isn't it, "lets all catch the free show" and tada! He has a new girlfriend. Aw how sweet..........not. HAHA oh well I'm much prettier and awesome. One day he'll regret it for sure and karma will hit him hard. And by the way, he girl he's with? They barely know each other and suddenly, bam! In a relationship. Can i laugh my ass off? I bet they won't last. She doesn't even know his true colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm over him anyway, all the things that he did, of course I won't forget but I chose to forgive him and halalkan all the things he owed me. It might sound stupid but he'll receive a greater punishment from God. Only god knows what really happened between us. He's just someone who is dying for attention and can't stand on his own two feet. All he's good at was sweet talking and threatening. You wouldn't want to know what I've gone through. Being with him was like being in hell. All those happy moments were just for play and all he wanted was to take advantage of my feelings and my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, my friends dint trust him and even my family hates him. I was a fool not to listen to them but well, whatever, let bygones be bygones. I don't regret it anyway. He made me stronger and made me realize to not fall for a guy that easy anymore :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-7184350746095184329?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7184350746095184329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=7184350746095184329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/7184350746095184329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/7184350746095184329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/10/dark-past.html' title='dark past'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-7735208313946556038</id><published>2011-10-21T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T21:00:29.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haideeyeppidoo! So, i guess everyone is curious about my love life right? I know. I'll make one thing clear  before i go on. I, Nuryani Bte Idris is not interested to be in a relationship till I've become a successful working adult. If i personally ask you to back off and don't wait for me, you better leave me alone. If i give you chance to talk to me or text me, that doesn't mean i like you so don't get your hopes high and don't fuckin annoy me with stupid questions. I don't wish to entertain people who wants to be more than friends with me. Or worse case scenario, not even my boyfriend yet so jealous of me and is a control freak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And, the reason to that; I'm tired of getting hurt, tired of crying day and night because of a guy. All the guys i encountered said that I'm someone extraordinary and they are different from others too. But come on, that's just words innit? What I expect from a guy are his actions. Don't make me fall for you helplessly if you have no intention to catch me, love me and cherish me as your girlfriend. If you wanna know me better just to take advantage of me or my money, then don't. I may look sweet but once you mess with me, oh wait no. Don't even think about messing with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I may sound like 'geesh, who does she think she is? jual mahal pe ni budak? bebual world sia..." YA i get that alot. I play hard to get and i have expectations. So? I have the rights to be this way and if you can't deal with me,  give up and go away. Up to date, 50+ guys wanted to woo me, I can name every single one here but I'm not a slut. I know where I stand. What if i have guyfriends and hang with them most of the time? They are people i trust, not the ones i cling onto when i need someone or a shoulder to cry on. I don't depend fully on guys. People tend to label me but beetch, i know you're jealous because I'm awesome the way I am. Besides, I don't dress to impress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Duh, I know how we humans work. I'm just being nice to everyone, and people mistook me from there. I don't give a damn about what others think about me but I do make a stand if people judge me without knowing my true colours and situation. Yes, Yani do have alot of enemies. Well not alot lah, only a handful of them. I have the world behind me dude. *wriggle eyebrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-7735208313946556038?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7735208313946556038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=7735208313946556038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/7735208313946556038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/7735208313946556038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/10/love-life.html' title='love life'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12419179.post-1204289174997920986</id><published>2011-10-21T19:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T21:41:46.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ICEKIMOOOOOOOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tvkEP69uHaA/TqFcPvJX2uI/AAAAAAAAHTs/8PWcax2n8u8/s1600/DSCN9941.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tvkEP69uHaA/TqFcPvJX2uI/AAAAAAAAHTs/8PWcax2n8u8/s200/DSCN9941.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665911231632366306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ye7otwhwvFc/TqFcPdhandI/AAAAAAAAHTg/Mfqas05e2o0/s200/DSCN9956.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665911226901372370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFQo2fKuriY/TqFe0n0SE8I/AAAAAAAAHT4/KJS0RrNOCLw/s200/DSCN0038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665914064343274434" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YGtgwWEBYA4/TqFe123kVVI/AAAAAAAAHUE/BnwM1Jwf86M/s200/DSCN0041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665914085563454802" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-82GYoF-jNgg/TqFfdek0LII/AAAAAAAAHU4/YiNN9tbkH1E/s200/DSCN0042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665914766237117570" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday i had one of the randomest time of my life. First i went grocery shopping with mummy at semb shopping mall, then i went icekimo with cheffy and then we 'fetched' syazzeh after work. I really had a long day. When i got home, bathed, ate a little and head to bed straight. I still feel tired though :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well you know, lemme share with you something about two of my bestfriends, cheffy and syazzeh. They were the ones who's been there for me through thick and thin. They know me best even though i have the others. Whenever I'm with them, somehow they'll know when I'm happy and when I'm extremely sad. I will always pour everything out to them and tell them every single detail about what's happening in my life. I even cried infront of them and got 'high' at times x) No kidding. If I'm tired, I'll get drunk, I'll talk crap, I'll sing my lungs out, out scream and shout like i own the world. I swear they are the lamest people I've met but they will always bring a smile to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love you guys so much, thank you for putting up with my nonsense all this while. And come on now, please don't be mistaken about me and syazzeh. He's my freakin bestfriend, not boyfriend. We cherish each other like siblings, that's all :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12419179-1204289174997920986?l=lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1204289174997920986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12419179&amp;postID=1204289174997920986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/1204289174997920986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12419179/posts/default/1204289174997920986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastnightsgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2011/10/yesterday-i-had-one-of-randomest-time.html' title='ICEKIMOOOOOOOO!'/><author><name>Nuryani Bte Idris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450457840288083901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM5-oQ1mW0o/Tp5vWqqUv4I/AAAAAAAAG9w/XZeDL4JU-vQ/s220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tvkEP69uHaA/TqFcPvJX2uI/AAAAAAAAHTs/8PWcax2n8u8/s72-c/DSCN9941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
