<?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-553987602087650729</id><updated>2011-07-08T17:12:18.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Naked</title><subtitle type='html'>about a girl,</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>124</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-9118573597063398720</id><published>2010-06-27T20:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T22:53:23.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People, I've shifted. This is now dead to me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://skinny-dip.tumblr.com"&gt;www.skinny-dip.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-9118573597063398720?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/9118573597063398720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=9118573597063398720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/9118573597063398720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/9118573597063398720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2010/06/people-ive-shifted.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-5935134885111977840</id><published>2010-02-19T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T17:59:46.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, been pretty caught up with things lately. I have yet to start on my project. Not really a project, more like a favour to my cousin. I hope it does go well. I mean, I need to wait for them to send me the necessary things before I can begin. Till then, I'm nervous I'd screw the 'project' up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be biting my nails till then. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-5935134885111977840?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5935134885111977840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=5935134885111977840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/5935134885111977840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/5935134885111977840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2010/02/long-time.html' title='Long Time.'/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-3380962498820547314</id><published>2010-01-06T23:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T23:44:23.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results &amp; Plenty Emotions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Rumour has it, the results will be out between the 11th to 13th Jan. Not sure how far it is true, but at least I would be ready. Or I hope to be ready. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shucks.&lt;/span&gt; I am burying myself in novels to block out any unwanted nerves. Up to now, the year has been smooth. My guess is probably cause I am no longer in school, a huge relieve. I have suffered my fair share of school burden to last me a lifetime. Reality is harsh, once you step outside of the comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am very worked up right now. I have no clue why, but what to do. Oh wait, I do know the reason. PMS. (; I am PMS-ing. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Darnit!&lt;/span&gt; I think I need to crawl under a rock and stay there till.. forever! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fk!&lt;/span&gt; I hate this whole PMS thing. It's making me depressive. Actually, more like &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;manic depressive&lt;/span&gt; state of &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;irritation&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;frustration.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh shit,&lt;/span&gt; the emotions are too overwhelming. I don't know what to do. Seriously, delirious! I should prolly go off so that I can cool myself down before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-3380962498820547314?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3380962498820547314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=3380962498820547314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/3380962498820547314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/3380962498820547314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2010/01/rumour-has-it-results-will-be-out.html' title='Results &amp; Plenty Emotions!'/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-3875790408774581882</id><published>2009-12-09T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T22:36:47.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worst Comes First.</title><content type='html'>Monday's outing with A &lt;i&gt;(guy)&lt;/i&gt; was a disappointment. I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO NOT EVER WANT TO GO OUT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with A again! So, this afternoon, I went out with E &amp;amp; K! I had such a great time. I mean, it was so much more better than A. On Monday, we went to Vivocity. I don't like that place at all. A forced me to go there. Ass, right? I mean, he is a guy for crying out loud. A forced me to watch a movie that I did not intend to watch. Made me arrive home late, made me pay for a damn movie that I had no intention to watch. What an ASS! Seriously. The next day, I found out that A lied to me. YES, A did lie to me! A does not know that I know that A lied to me. Makes sense? I know, sorry about the whole initial thingy. I like it like that. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon's outing was so cool. It was so much more better than I thought it was going to be. Even though we met up pretty late, 3 pm, we were so relaxed. Like everything was so normal. It definitely was better than Monday. I mean, everything is normal,  I guess. Some things are just left unsaid. Nah, seriously, I enjoyed myself. Should go out with them more often. However, I shall reconsider going out anymore because I am tight on cash. Extremely tight. I still have 2 more outings. Wait, make that 3. With the little money I have left, I am going to be very, very frugal with it. Scary as it may sound, I will survive. More like, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I HAVE TO.&lt;/span&gt; Until the eve of Christmas. I left some money aside, cause I do not want to spend it all, you know what I mean? As it is, I regret purchasing some of the things I purchased. As you can see, I am not the &lt;i&gt;'save-for-the-rainy-day'&lt;/i&gt; type of person. It is highly depressing. Going to have to ask for reimbursements. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Friday evening, manicure/pedicure with Y. Excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-3875790408774581882?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3875790408774581882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=3875790408774581882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/3875790408774581882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/3875790408774581882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/12/mondays-outing-with-guy-was.html' title='The Worst Comes First.'/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-3007470787725708554</id><published>2009-12-03T18:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T18:32:46.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Errands</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I have been busy all week with running trivial errands for myself and for people at home. So little time for myself, really. I try to make time to read. I am somehow just no longer interested in books any longer. It is highly depriving, cause I love reading. Furthermore, I have been going out with my friends like almost everyday, like 4 times per week. Trouble is looming though, cause I am tight on cash. (; I will get by, I guess. Only time will tell how much I will actually save &amp;amp; spend. I am a survivor (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to be short one, cause I am worn out. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-3007470787725708554?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3007470787725708554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=3007470787725708554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/3007470787725708554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/3007470787725708554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-been-busy-all-week-with-running.html' title='Errands'/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-7264714747500973027</id><published>2009-11-29T20:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:34:11.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Low Down.</title><content type='html'>I have watched &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in the cinemas already. It's so much more better than Twilight. Plus, the duration of New Moon is longer too. Even though the final scene was a major cliff-hanger. If you read the book, you'd understand why they left the last scene as that. Anyway, I watched it with my close cousin &amp;amp; my sisters. Oh, man. I just love New Moon so much. I thought I was going to dislike it because Jacob &lt;i&gt;(aka Taylor Lautner)&lt;/i&gt; would be in &lt;b&gt;3/4&lt;/b&gt; of the scene, surprisingly, I didn't mind Jacob being in the scenes. I mean, the werewolf guys were pretty good- looking. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I am still a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Team Edward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;(the book version of Edward, not the movie)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; We bought the tickets damn early, like 3 hours early cause we could not book online nor call &lt;i&gt;(no credit card).&lt;/i&gt; That plus the fact that we were so scared that the tickets would be sold out early. Hence, the early departure from home &amp;amp; the early arrival of us. We walked around Orchard Road, cause 2 hours is a lot of time to kill. To end of this paragraph, New Moon is a must watch. No matter if you have read the book or not. However, reading the book, will allow you to understand the character more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined &lt;b&gt;LM&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; the sister + nephew this afternoon. The reasons: &lt;i&gt;(1)&lt;/i&gt; She asked me to join her. &lt;i&gt;(2)&lt;/i&gt; I did not have anything planned for the day. &lt;i&gt;(3)&lt;/i&gt; She  was nearby my place. It was fun. Her nephews are so cute &amp;amp; her sister is so nice. Diplomatic description, but it is true. Honestly. Itinerary for the next day is, go out to Orchard Road with my uncle &amp;amp; aunt. This is going to be a busy week, cause of the week's outing, running errands &lt;i&gt;(my iPhone is giving me trouble - again)&lt;/i&gt;, plus a whole lotta things that I cannot recall at the moment. Busy, busy week. As busy as a bee, or was it as busy as an ant? Oh well. I need to get loads of things at bargained prices too. I am being thrifty, all right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, did I tell you that GRAD NIGHT was the BOMB. I tell you, even though it is cliche to the core, I enjoyed myself a lot. I mean, the dressing up and the companions I have. It is just an icing of my whole 5 years in the school. Even though I hate school so much, I enjoyed myself a lot. There was actually so many things that I did not like on  the day itself &lt;i&gt;(my tablemates, my lucky streak was at an all-time low &amp;amp; so much more)&lt;/i&gt;, but I was really looking on the bright side of life. Literally. It was held at a HOTEL, for the first time in many, many years! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;Goodbye school hall&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;HELLO HOTELS.&lt;/span&gt; (; So, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;FRIGGIN' AWESOME! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-7264714747500973027?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7264714747500973027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=7264714747500973027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/7264714747500973027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/7264714747500973027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-watched-new-moon-in-cinemas.html' title='The Low Down.'/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-3157306154861895994</id><published>2009-11-18T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T20:19:54.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truths Surfaced, Secrets Revealed</title><content type='html'>Late last night, my cousins &amp;amp; I sat at the dining table and started talking &amp;amp; talking about anything that came to mind. Everything about past, present &amp;amp; future came up. We laughed, we laughed &amp;amp; we laughed. It was nice to know that I am still close to my cousins even up till now. Weird how my family dynamic works. &lt;i&gt;Oh well.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now though, the feeling is bittersweet. Seriously, bittersweet. There isn't anything that can be done to overcome this feeling. Sad, but true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grad Night &lt;i&gt;(aka Prom)&lt;/i&gt; is coming. 2 more days to go. Scary stuffs, scary stuffs. No one will be helping me get ready for it, I  think. Might as well just go, I mean, I already paid the full price for it. So expensive. Anyway, the problem is the transportation &amp;amp; the getting there. Troublesome &amp;amp; cumbersome, I tell you.&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/553987602087650729-3157306154861895994?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3157306154861895994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=3157306154861895994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/3157306154861895994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/3157306154861895994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/11/truths-surfaced-secrets-revealed.html' title='Truths Surfaced, Secrets Revealed'/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-3700090061504293665</id><published>2009-11-15T19:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T19:37:28.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving.</title><content type='html'>I hope my parents will be having a huge send off. This weekend has been quite quick for me, but since I have nothing to worry about other than my results next year, I think it was rather good. My family held some form a thanksgiving for my parents before they go off &amp;amp; do their duty. My cousins from KL have come here to send my beloved parents off too. I think, no matter how they raise me up &amp;amp; all that stuff that parents do, I will still love them dearly. I mean, they are my parents for heaven's sake. Plus they have raised me up in a weird way. Which is good, right? Oh well, everyone is starting their own family soon. Which means, my sisters and I are left. Does that even make sense? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-3700090061504293665?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3700090061504293665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=3700090061504293665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/3700090061504293665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/3700090061504293665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-hope-my-parents-will-be-having-huge.html' title='Thanksgiving.'/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-5772300254377231201</id><published>2009-11-12T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:46:33.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bottled Anger.</title><content type='html'>I changed my blogskin, again. The previous one was just temporary. &lt;em&gt;I couldn't have left my blog without a skin, now can I? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my dad didn't allow me to go exercising with K. I was pissed, it is an understatement. If he is going to be like that towards be, then fine, I will wait till he goes away to do what I want to do. Without his permission &amp;amp; knowing. Beat that, Dad! Whenever I ask him for permission, he says no. Then, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;how the hell am I supposed to do anything if everything he will do is turn me down? How can he expect me to tell him anything? Why do I even bother asking for permission when this is what I get?&lt;/span&gt; I feel like I have been rejected more times from my dad than anyone combined. Honestly. I would have understood him if he won't allow me to go during the year. But, COME ON! My examinations are over for crying out loud. What irritates me more is that he doesn't give reasons for not allowing me to go out. I don't care if he is the &lt;em&gt;'Man of the house'&lt;/em&gt;. Seriously, I need &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;freedom, space.&lt;/span&gt; It's like, &lt;strong&gt;"GOD, forbid she go out!"&lt;/strong&gt; My maid thinks that my dad does this cause he is afraid I have a boyfriend. Lame excuse. Why can't he just snap out of the fact that keeping me 'locked' up is doing more damage than good. My mum isn't better off too. Sheesh. I sometimes wonder if this is what their parents did to them. However, with the stories that I hear, I doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy something. I am keeping my fingers crossed that my mum would allow me to buy the stuff that I want. Wishing, hoping, praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like an ugly duckling, really, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the reocrd, I DO NOT have a boyfriend &lt;em&gt;(even though sometimes I wish I do).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think boyfriends at this age is a waste of precious time for me. Immature, basically.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-5772300254377231201?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5772300254377231201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=5772300254377231201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/5772300254377231201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/5772300254377231201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/11/bottled-anger.html' title='Bottled Anger.'/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-1691611518389635789</id><published>2009-11-11T21:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:32:01.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything in Between</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Oh yeah, finally the wait is over. I am now as free as a bird. As free as I ever was, really. Looking forward, though very, very afraid of my results. It's due early January next year. (: I sat for my last paper this afternoon, Science &lt;em&gt;(Physics/Chem)&lt;/em&gt; paper 1. As much as I was elated that it was my last paper, I felt a wee bit nauseous. I mean, cause it was MCQ &amp;amp; there were so many options that are closely related that you kinda have to pick the exact right answer. In other words, paper 1 was a tough nut, tricky too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Anyway, I got the consent form for Grad Night &lt;em&gt;(aka Prom)&lt;/em&gt;. Copthorne King Hotel, 4 Havelock Road. Yeah well, go figure. Question is, &lt;strong&gt;"Does anyone actually know how to get there?"&lt;/strong&gt; Cause as far as I know, it's close to Zouk &lt;em&gt;(useless information from my favourite Social Studies teacher)&lt;/em&gt; Actually, she's the only Social Studies teacher that has ever taught me, so yeah. Closest MRT station &lt;em&gt;(from the gossip I overhear)&lt;/em&gt; is City Hall? Huh. All I know is that getting back wouldn't be such a problem for me. The only major problem is getting there, what to do &amp;amp; whether to hail a cab from the closest train station. (: The rest, i have already prepared for. Hopefully, it turns out right on the day itself. Sometimes, my mind doesn't work as well as on the actual day itself. From what I see though, there's going to be a lot of girls with 'naturally curly' hair do. Yeah, a handful of them acutally permed their hair already. Nice timing, I must say, for the &lt;em&gt;'biggest'&lt;/em&gt; event of our whole secondary school year. As much as I want to make it big deal out of this whole Grad Night, I will try not to. I mean, I find it so superficial &amp;amp; shallow. With so many Hollywood movies I have watched, Grad Night is so cliche for me. But oh well, girls being girls, they dress to impress everyone, me included. I mean, indirectly, it is the last time anyone is going to see anyone for God knows how long. That is, unless you have good friends, then it is a night to remember. &lt;strong&gt;Learn from High School Musical 3: Senior Year.&lt;/strong&gt; Graudating ladies/ girls should learn from Hollywood movies. You should learn &amp;amp; breathe prom night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hey, I think I want to shed some kilos, maybe 2 to 3 kg, to satisfy myself. I haven't been in shape for like 3 months. I tried resorting to not eating &lt;em&gt;(not being anorexic),&lt;/em&gt; just didn't have to appetitie to eat, that's all. Now, I am resorting to being healthy, which means, EXERCISING! As you can see &lt;em&gt;(read)&lt;/em&gt; I am not a being fan of physical activities, so this may come as a surprise to people close to me. They see me as the girl who wouldn't get off the chair for anything. &lt;strong&gt;Damn lazy, huh? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I am going for the Red Camp. It's actually a full 3 day camp, no sleepovers &lt;em&gt;(thank God!).&lt;/em&gt; Ngeen Ann Poly is organising it. A few of my friends signed up for it, but one kinda 'forced' me to it, really. As much as I wanna lazy my ass off the next few days, I cannot. I will be too busy this week. Exercising, hopefully get some shopping done. Like I said, shopping is a hopeful yearning. Might as well get this over and done with cause the week after Grad Night will be as mundane as my life. Which says a lot, cause my life wasn't so happening to begin with. LOL. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Anyho, I have got to ask my dad permission for the many activities that I want to do before he says no. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;NJ (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-1691611518389635789?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1691611518389635789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=1691611518389635789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/1691611518389635789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/1691611518389635789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-yeah-finally-wait-is-over.html' title='Everything in Between'/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-6786137795460721397</id><published>2009-10-14T16:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T20:37:08.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go APPS.</title><content type='html'>So, I just downloaded this app that allows me to blog, on-the-go! &lt;i&gt;Cool or what?&lt;/i&gt; Anw, just afternoon's Hari Raya 'gathering' was fun stuff even though I am not really close to the juniors except for a special few. The secondary ones were such snobs, so why bother wasting time with these people yeah? I want O's to be over &amp;amp; done with. Ah well. It is going to happen though in a month or so. Then, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;F-R-E-E-D-O-M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I did spell it correctly right? My sister's friends are coming over for Hari Raya. I'm not even ready to go for something. I was supposed to reach there at 4.30pm. It's 4.45pm &amp;amp; I have yet to take my bath, get dressed or done anything much, really. I have got a tummyache now. What say I skip my whole plan? Sounds tempting, but I wanna get this over &amp;amp; done with. Which reminds me, I must inform Cikgu about our consultation timing. I forgot that this coming Monday is a public holiday - Deepavali. Ok, ok. Better get going before I get beheaded by someone. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;NJ (posted through Blogpress)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-6786137795460721397?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6786137795460721397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=6786137795460721397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/6786137795460721397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/6786137795460721397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/10/go-apps.html' title='Go APPS.'/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-4336664288735889920</id><published>2009-10-09T14:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T16:38:54.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogskin/GradNight</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Guys, what do you think of my new blogskin?&lt;/i&gt; I am thinking of changing it.. again. This blogskin is so nice. Now though, I am having second thoughts about this blogskin. Oh well, if I have the time or if I remember, I will actually change the skin. However, now is not the time do waste time on such trivial things. Well, I am going for our Graduation Night &lt;i&gt;(aka PROM)&lt;/i&gt; after O levels. I know it is finally being held in the hotel. I don't really know how to spell the hotel name out, but there's a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;KING HOTEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in it. (: I didn't really have any intentions to go cause most of my classmates said they weren't really going. I have paid my deposit as of today. (: A plus, I just found out that almost all my classies are going to this. Oh well. I don't really like the idea of prom. It's so cliche, you know? You could say that this will be the last time I will ever see the prettier/presentable sides of my classmates. Like for me, I don't really give a damn about how I look in school, honestly! I look like crap half the time in school. Just ask my classmates. It is a wonder to me how I normal I look in most of my class pictures &amp;amp; photos with me wearing my school uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's finally the end of my school. From Monday henceforth, it is consultation week. You meet with the teachers, ask them all your unanswered questions &amp;amp; hopefully, you ace your exam papers. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;(: God bless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Raya month this year is so mundane. I think &lt;i&gt;(actually, I know)&lt;/i&gt; that it is due to O's being so close. Science practical starts on the 22 Oct. &lt;b&gt;SHIT!&lt;/b&gt; I forgot to check my shift allocation. Hopefully, I'll be in shift 2 or 3. I mean, the confinement period is like 3-4 hours. Like, &lt;b&gt;OMG!&lt;/b&gt; Scary shit, no? I wanna get O's over &amp;amp; done with without regrets. &lt;b&gt;OH WELL..&lt;/b&gt; I must do my best from now till the end of my O's, 11 Nov. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-4336664288735889920?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4336664288735889920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=4336664288735889920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/4336664288735889920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/4336664288735889920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/10/guys-what-do-you-think-of-my-new.html' title='Blogskin/GradNight'/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-4825510311216331737</id><published>2009-09-22T23:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:31:58.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya, O-Nine.</title><content type='html'>Hey, hey, hey! (: So the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;first day of HARI RAYA rocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; seriously. Anw, I was a bit disappointed with a few of my friends. Oh well. No school cause I don't have papers to sit for, until Thursday. That is my last paper, Science &lt;i&gt;(Physics/Chemistry)&lt;/i&gt; MCQ. Scary stuff, even though it is only an hour. Then no school til next week. That'll be my last week in school as a student. I think it goes like that. It's just inching closer &amp;amp; closer to the big day. The first O' level paper that I have to sit for is my Science Practical. Then after that, it's full speed ahead till November 11. Let's hope freedom will be a fun one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't take &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;HARI RAYA&lt;/span&gt; pictures. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;HARI RAYA&lt;/span&gt; was kinda bittersweet. I mean, you have this satisfied feeling cause after all the fasting &amp;amp; waking up early to eat our meal, it's finally paid off &amp;amp; you finally get to eat to your hearts' content. That's the sweet part. The bitter part is too hard to put in words cause i tried putting/ explaining to a friend the bitter part &amp;amp; he did not really get it, so I won't try to explain the bitter part already. Let's just say, the souls go back to wherever they came from. It's a polar opposite as the Chinese 7th Month. Absolutely, positively opposite to that. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-4825510311216331737?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4825510311216331737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=4825510311216331737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/4825510311216331737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/4825510311216331737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/09/raya-o-nine.html' title='Raya, O-Nine.'/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-1958893158169018510</id><published>2009-09-16T14:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:33:32.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prelim 2.</title><content type='html'>There isn't much to blog about. Other than the fact that Prelims 2 is stressing me out, it is definitely hard for me to cope. I mean, talk about a huge gap! (: Add that to the fact that my ex &lt;i&gt;'crush'&lt;/i&gt; is on SI! I mean, I'd be seeing it on telly every week! Just when you thought it couldn't get any harder, it did! I tried squeezing all the spring cleaning in 2 days, but it is impossible. It really is. The amount of junk I keep year after year after year. I really feel like a pack-rat. I cleared out my junk pretty well, I must say. Though I took a long time, cause I tend to reminisce. &lt;i&gt;(: Such a sentimentalist at heart.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I am going to continue my cleaning tomorrow, after my Principles Of Accounts &lt;i&gt;(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;POA)&lt;/i&gt; Paper, which reminds me that I have got to finish up Malay homework whilst studying for POA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, does anyone of you guys know where to download songs from? Really in need of a reliable website. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am so psyched that Hari Raya is coming! It's coming! It's finally coming! After all the fasting &amp;amp; waking up uber early in the morning, it is coming! Gosh! I don't know why I'm so excited this year as compared to last year. Don't know, don't care. Cause &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;HARI RAYA IS COMING! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-1958893158169018510?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1958893158169018510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=1958893158169018510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/1958893158169018510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/1958893158169018510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/09/there-isnt-much-to-blog-about.html' title='Prelim 2.'/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-7027431268302927062</id><published>2009-08-28T22:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:22:46.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High on BLG!</title><content type='html'>Screwed my English Oral. Everything got the better of me. English Prelim 2 was a tough one. English Paper 1, section 2, especially. So distracting. Oh well, I did my very best for everything. Hopefully it pays off. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;BLG - Love Drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Love, love, love them! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes, befriending someone you have never talked to is actually a breath of fresh air. Exciting. (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-7027431268302927062?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7027431268302927062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=7027431268302927062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/7027431268302927062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/7027431268302927062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/08/screwed-my-english-oral.html' title='High on BLG!'/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-3390821493436727542</id><published>2009-08-20T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T21:10:00.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>English Pre-Oral Jitters.</title><content type='html'>The title kinda says it all. I will be the last few students/ candidates to sot for oral on that particular day. How unfortunate &amp;amp; fortunate at the same time. Fortunate because I get to make a last impression. Unfortunate because they examiners would be stressed &amp;amp; tired. That's it. I am going to faint/die of jitters. I hope that being the last few wouldn't affect my results. I mean, it is &lt;b&gt;ENGLISH&lt;/b&gt; after all. Most important subject to pass. That &amp;amp; a few other subjects that even though not mentioned, must ace. Furthermore, it's on &lt;b&gt;MONDAY! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NJ. ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s: Good night!&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/553987602087650729-3390821493436727542?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3390821493436727542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=3390821493436727542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/3390821493436727542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/3390821493436727542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/08/english-pre-oral-jitters.html' title='English Pre-Oral Jitters.'/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-6715785390706990214</id><published>2009-08-20T20:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:53:33.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pandemonium Week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This just in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to sit for my MT paper - &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN.&lt;/strong&gt; The reason, &lt;em&gt;(1)&lt;/em&gt; I am not satisfied with the grade that I got. &lt;em&gt;(2)&lt;/em&gt; I know I can do so much more better than whatever grade I got. I told Dad to sign the form. So, ladies &amp;amp; some gents? I am sitting for my MT O' level paper 1 &amp;amp; 2. FYI, you do not get to sit for paper 3 again. I do not really mind cause the stress from paper 3 is overwhelming. Let me just sit &amp;amp; start praying for a miracle to happen to me. I need to get better than what I got. It comes to a point &lt;i&gt;(for me)&lt;/i&gt; where it's a need rather than a want. I hope to go to Junior College &lt;em&gt;(JC)&lt;/em&gt;, though I am having seconds thoughts because I am failing my Math &amp;amp; Sci &lt;em&gt;(Chemistry/Physics)&lt;/em&gt;. I am doing everything I can to ace both my weakest subjects. Well, almost everything. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me reflect on how this week went so far. I think it has been quite uneventful especially during the recent Wednesday. Some teacher who was in charge of discipline scolded &amp;amp; commanded me to buy a pair of school socks because I wasn't wearing them (the school socks, I mean). Weird, cause she scolded me in English to buy the damn socks, when I didn't exactly react immediately, she shouted in Malay &lt;em&gt;(like I was so dumb, I couldn't understand English! Whatthehell!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chinese/Discipline teacher shouted, "SEKARANG!" &lt;/span&gt;It's Malay for, "NOW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious, I tell you. I was laughing my butt off when I was finally allowed to enter the parade square. I bought the pair of socks, just showed it to her &amp;amp; walked off. I got to the parade square without actually wearing the school socks for the whole day. Wasted my &lt;em&gt;(how much IS the school socks?)&lt;/em&gt; money. Oh well, all for a cause. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have set for so many tests that I now feel as if there is always a test everyday of the school week. The fact is, 4/5 of the school week, there's bound to be a test or a surprise test. Secondary 5 is hard, for me at least. I wonder how you clever people do it. I know it's all hard work &amp;amp; practice, practice. I just can't sit still &amp;amp; do revision for more than 2 hours at a time. I think it's because there is so many distractions in the room. Like my phone, or my iPod for example. I should just get rid of these distractors from the room or hide it till I forget where I hid it. (: That sounds like a marvellous idea for me, actually. I wonder, whether it will work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck &lt;em&gt;(for so many things)&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-6715785390706990214?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6715785390706990214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=6715785390706990214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/6715785390706990214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/6715785390706990214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-just-in.html' title='Pandemonium Week.'/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-2903268984661257580</id><published>2009-08-10T00:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T20:20:29.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NDP/ SI.</title><content type='html'>I have loads of homework that I have yet to do. Shucks. Then, I have loads of class tests I have to sit &amp;amp; study for. This coming week is not going to be fun at all. I want to sleep, but I am still in the midst of downloading songs by Snow Patrol &lt;i&gt;(cause I just finished watching MTV World Stage).&lt;/i&gt; I want to go to Sunway Lagoon KL, just to watch MTV World Stage. Let me see who is going to person there; Boys Like Girls, All-American Rejects, Kasabian, Hoobastank, Pixie Lott &amp;amp; a few of their local artistes. Dayyymnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Idol '09 auditions debut on tv was hilarious. Some contestants are delusional, yeah? Especially the 'Asian Avril Lavigne!' &lt;b&gt;GOD!&lt;/b&gt; She is a sad person. I give her props for having the guts to embarrass herself. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, good night/ early morning! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-2903268984661257580?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2903268984661257580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=2903268984661257580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/2903268984661257580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/2903268984661257580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-loads-of-homework-that-i-have.html' title='NDP/ SI.'/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-2524323075554852745</id><published>2009-08-07T20:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T20:19:38.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Celebration, ND '09</title><content type='html'>This mornings' ND celebrations in school was uber, uber, uber fun! I had loads of fun. Sitting at the gallery with classmates/ schoolmates I have known for close to 5 years was amazing. The guys were especially entertaining! Joining the flag we received to create the longest national flag thingy was hilarious. I joined in cause I got nothing else to do &amp;amp; cause, "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em!" Furthermore, I wanted to remember my last year celebrating ND celebrations with the school. Well, it WAS a fantastic day to remember, albeit a short one. Actually the celebrations itself was a short &amp;amp; boring one. Obviously the sec 5's got bored &amp;amp; started doing something ridiculous. Our quest to make the longest flag was interrupted (more like it) by the lower secondary students. God! I was too pissed! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brb, dinner is served.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-2524323075554852745?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2524323075554852745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=2524323075554852745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/2524323075554852745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/2524323075554852745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/08/ndp-09.html' title='School Celebration, ND &apos;09'/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-7915213772588320768</id><published>2009-07-31T15:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T16:03:01.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prelim 1.</title><content type='html'>IDK how well I did for my Prelim 1 because I did not exactly sit for 3/4 of the papers. What I sat for was; English, Social Studies, Science (Chemistry) &amp; Math. Half of which I failed miserably badly. I passed English &amp; Social Studies. Mediocre grades was all I got. I have been constantly doing my Ten- Year Series (TYS) for most of my subjects. I did the timetable like most of  the teachers encouraged us to do. Now, all I need to do is follow it religiously. I am working hard to achieve my grade goal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, Mother Tongue O' level results coming out in the two weeks time. OH. MY. GAWD. Hyper-ventilating already. Seriously, no matter how well I think I did for my paper, I know there is obviously someone who does better than me. Not that I am afraid of losing out the majority of the student population, but not achieving my goal is what worries the shit out of me. I think I should leave the rest to God to decide. (: Cause I know I did my best. A week or two after the national holiday, I will be sitting for my English Oral. Scary shit, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional wreck this week. I do not really know why. Anyway, I feel absolutely better after talking &amp; venting out on Y &amp; UJ. It is as though a heavy burden has been lifted. Or simply evaporated. However, I do have a nagging feeling that it will be short-lived. As with most things. Even though I feel much discouraged by my Math results. Nevertheless, I will take this stupid Prelim 1 as a bloody huge stepping stone &amp; work so much more harder for Prelim 2. Which, might I add is also coming. Either the 3rd week of August or the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me get the grade that I want &amp; need to get for Malay O's so that I will be able to do something worthwhile during my Malay lessons. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-7915213772588320768?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7915213772588320768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=7915213772588320768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/7915213772588320768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/7915213772588320768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/07/idk-how-well-i-did-for-my-prelim-1.html' title='Prelim 1.'/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-8014147298204940698</id><published>2009-07-19T20:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T20:39:48.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New York City!</title><content type='html'>I WANT to, actually it's more than a want. It is a NEED. I NEED to go to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;NEW YORK CITY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Just cause. Maybe even live there. I happened to watch 'The City' marathon weekend last night &amp;amp; I was so transfixed by NY. It's like everything magical &amp;amp; everything disastrous can happen all at once. They &lt;i&gt;(Idk which they they are)&lt;/i&gt; say that if you have lived &amp;amp; survived in New York City, you can survive anywhere else. Don't really know how much truth is in it. Still, I just want to go there, get my own apartment &amp;amp; create a whole new life. Away from my pasts. Easier said than done, though. Maybe I will get the chance. Then again, maybe not. Oh well, just as long as I get to actually to visit the city is fine by me. Both fun &amp;amp; scary at the same time, don't you think? Starting in a new city all by yourself. Gives me the shudders, just thinking about it. New York, the big apple, the city that NEVER sleeps. I know I won't get to actually live there, so fine. Just let me explore the city. I don't think I will even have a chance of visiting NY cause Mum doesn't want to travel there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Too modern. What's there to see in NY?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, finished up the present that I made for Y. Her birthday's coming. Well, technically still 3 more weeks or so to go. I just thought that doing it earlier would give me ample time to concentrate on something else, like studying for example. Of which I have yet to do. The urgency to study is still not there. Someone give me a wake up call. This is where I get off. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-8014147298204940698?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8014147298204940698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=8014147298204940698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/8014147298204940698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/8014147298204940698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-to-actually-its-more-than-want.html' title='New York City!'/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-1560714459816082806</id><published>2009-07-12T20:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T20:38:21.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS-ing.</title><content type='html'>Getting periods always make me edgy. Prior to getting my periods, my emotions run high. Absolutely high. I get too emotional. Too angry, too sad &amp;amp; too irritated easily. None of which are the least bit comforting. I get upset &amp;amp; cry over the littlest things. If I were to get shouted at by anyone &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(esp Dad)&lt;/span&gt;, I would cry my heart out. I don't know why this happens. Whatever the case, Mum does not believe in PMS. She thinks I am forever in a state of angst. It is hard, really when you emotions jumble up all at once &amp;amp; you start being so pessimistic.  The first few days of my periods are the worst, cause I feel like the whole world has turned against me. Even my loved ones. It's impossible to deal with. I cry, cry &amp;amp; cry til my tear ducts can't cry no more. I cry til I God knows when. Every little thing gets me upset. I feel like I am being isolated from my friends. Once the sadness goes away, anger kicks in. Not anger per se, more towards revenge. I  think. Oh well, I will try live with it. Life is full of problems, but half the time, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I pull together whatever strength left in me &amp;amp; smile. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Cause most of the time, smiling keeps you from crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-1560714459816082806?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1560714459816082806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=1560714459816082806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/1560714459816082806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/1560714459816082806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/07/getting-my-periods-always-makes-me-edgy.html' title='PMS-ing.'/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-6896141232006049721</id><published>2009-07-10T22:11:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T20:40:13.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oral.</title><content type='html'>This week has been both mentally &amp;amp; physically tiring for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay O' lvl orals took the bulk of it all. Being the weakest person in all of the O' level candidates, I knew that I would be at a disadvantage. This time though, I didn't cry though I screwed it big time. Maybe it was cause of the fact that I none of my friends were actually taking the same oral as me. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; was supposed to be there, but she was on medical leave. I was the only girl. I thought I would be the last girl to go through oral from our school. Turns out, I wasn't even close to last. I was the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;FIRST GIRL,&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;FIRST SCHOOL to go.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;YCK&lt;/b&gt; Secondary was the school after us. Not many students were taking the oral exam today. I made &lt;b&gt;LM&lt;/b&gt; accompany me. Firstly, cause I was so damn scared. Secondly, I didn't know how to get &lt;i&gt;(neither did she).&lt;/i&gt; Thirdly, being the only Secondary 5 person &lt;i&gt;(the rest being the 3 higher Malay Secondary boys)&lt;/i&gt; made me freak out. I mean, as it is, going to a foreign school where you usual get everyone staring at you is daunting. Let alone walk into the school &amp;amp; wonder around the compound. Anyway, not one student stared at any of us. They were absolutely accommodating, honestly. The vibe in the school was nice. The toilet was so darn clean, dry &amp;amp; comfortable. Unlike our toilets. (: Couldn't find the canteen at all. I didn't even get a chance to get a glimpse of it. Let alone taste any of their food. &lt;b&gt;LM&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; I purposely didn't want to eat lunch there cause we were afraid it would have been the same case as last year. I shudder at that memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, before my Malay O' oral, I went to hysteria-mode. It was so scary for me. I could not finish my homework on time, just mentally freakin' myself out made me not think straight at all. I was all over the place. Scattered. Everything was falling apart at such a drastic rate that eventually, I broke down &amp;amp; cried my heart out. I cried my heart out, in the dark. Whilst everyone else was eating dinner. When Mum came in, she didn't notice anything out of place. Yeah, I was that good. The fact that not a single person at home asked me whether I was anxious for oral, is beyond me. Not one person noticed that I had just finished crying, except for my maid. You would think Mums know best. &lt;b&gt;LM&lt;/b&gt; reminded me to have faith in God. It was difficult for me because I sometimes think that I don't deserve to be treated nicely. Mostly, it was because I did not think I studied enough to deserve that grade. I know everything is eventually decided by God, cause He knows best. To me, it felt like I think I can control everything &amp;amp; not God. That was where I was obviously wrong. God knows what is best for us. Even if we suffer now, I am sure He has His reasons for doing so. He knows we will get through this; &lt;i&gt;stronger, wiser, better.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best. I did my best. Honestly, frankly, I did my best. Now, I pray that my best was enough to get the grade that I want and the grade that I deserve. :D Keep your fingers crossed for me. Pray for me, really. Please do. I will greatly appreciate it. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-6896141232006049721?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6896141232006049721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=6896141232006049721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/6896141232006049721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/6896141232006049721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-week-has-been-both-mentally.html' title='Oral.'/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-2633262249830214696</id><published>2009-06-27T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:23:52.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The KL trip was the best. I mean, even though it was quick &amp;amp; short, it rocked. (:&lt;br /&gt;I miss my cousins already. I am now waiting for Dods to upload the pictures on FB. Apparently, I have a &lt;i&gt;'boyfriend'&lt;/i&gt; back there. Hilarious I tell you. The whole time, Dods was making fun of him &amp;amp; me. (: You will know when the time comes who my &lt;i&gt;'boyfriend/couple/partner/other half'&lt;/i&gt; is. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-2633262249830214696?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2633262249830214696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=2633262249830214696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/2633262249830214696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/2633262249830214696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/06/kl-trip-was-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-3709682159545190149</id><published>2009-06-21T12:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T13:24:25.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is what I have been doing for the last 2 hours, &lt;b&gt;VACUUMING!&lt;/b&gt; I mean, I did not take that long to vacuum the whole house. I took an hour to do so. Have you seen my house? I did not realise it was that &lt;b&gt;BIG,&lt;/b&gt; until I started vacuuming. At least &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I am useful after all. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot understand why people like cooking. Frankly, I would rather vacuum the house &lt;i&gt;twice&lt;/i&gt; then actually cook. I am a hazard in the kitchen &amp;amp; to my family when I am in the kitchen. Washing the dishes, I don't mind. Wiping the counter top, I do not mind that one too, but cooking? It will be my last option. I am not domesticated when it comes to cooking. I think I will most likely burn the kitchen down when I do start to cook. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;You see, c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;ooking &amp;amp; I, we go way back, way, way, WAY back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my secondary one home-economics final practical exam, we were all supposed to cook something. I obviously decided to cook the simplest form of food - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Scrambled Eggs.&lt;/span&gt; I tried practising it a few times before the actual day. Naturally, I asked my mum to guide me through it &lt;i&gt;(cause she makes the BEST scrambled eggs)&lt;/i&gt;. It came out &amp;amp; tasted all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the actually day came &lt;i&gt;(if I am not wrong, it was the fasting month for me. Okay, maybe it wasn't).&lt;/i&gt; I started cooking. I forgot what my mum said to me about the salt &lt;i&gt;(apparently you only put one TEASPOON)&lt;/i&gt;. Only, I forgot how small the teaspoon was, you see I was inept when it came to cooking. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt; Instead, I put &lt;b&gt;one &amp;amp; a half TABLESPOON&lt;/b&gt; of salt cause when I asked my teacher how it tasted &lt;i&gt;(I think I put a quarter tablespoon of salt then).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;"Put more salt."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cooking, we all had to present our food to the teacher. All of our &lt;i&gt;'creations'&lt;/i&gt; were gathered on a huge table. My teacher went around tasting every one's. I was up first, cause I was so damn confident mine tasted good &lt;i&gt;(I followed my mum's instructions and remembered the steps).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, the first thing that came out of her mouth was, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;"Too salty."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my classmates were like, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;"Wah, really ah? I want to try." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my classmates told me the next day that after she ate my scrambled eggs, she had diarrhoea. Word got around about that incident. Soon, the whole class knew about it. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; am a legend,  for all the wrong things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, I cannot see myself cooking. I'll end up poisoning at least one soul. I am a highly dangerous person when it comes to cooking. (: &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Consider yourself warned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;when you try anything that I make &lt;i&gt;(which is improbable because I do not intend to cook at any point of my life).&lt;/i&gt; You only get to taste/ try cakes that my mum bakes &lt;i&gt;(if I bring it to school &amp;amp; if I see you).&lt;/i&gt; Mum bakes the meanest brownies &amp;amp; cakes. Ask any one of my friends, they'll agree &lt;i&gt;(without a doubt).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-3709682159545190149?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3709682159545190149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=3709682159545190149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/3709682159545190149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/3709682159545190149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-what-i-have-been-doing-for-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-5633906875319589804</id><published>2009-06-19T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:58:00.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shopped til I dropped a few days back. Still recovering. (: I just  realised that I have a week before school reopens. OMG. Evidently, I am going to KL during the last week of the holidays. Kinda scary cause the first day of school is my Math paper 1. Weird, but oh well. I miss my cousins there. Wonder if Dad will allow me to do some shopping. (:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt; Father's Day&lt;/span&gt; is coming. Got all the things ready for Father's Day. Write cards, &lt;b&gt;CHECK.&lt;/b&gt; Printed picture, &lt;b&gt;CHECK.&lt;/b&gt; What else am I forgetting? Oh yeah, making sure my sisters write the cards too, &lt;b&gt;CHECK.&lt;/b&gt; I think I am ready. Though Dad hardly expects anything from us, but c'mon! It's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;FATHER'S DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I want to watch the movie, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Across The Universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; again. I happened to watch it on cable last week &amp;amp; since then, I have been failing miserably to download the movie to my computer. I so like Jim Sturgess &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(must that damned! British accent)&lt;/span&gt;. H made me make a lists of famous guys I would love to date. Hilarious, really. Her first choice was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;what'shisnameagain&lt;/span&gt;? Shucks, I forgot. My number one was Orlando Bloom, then I decided that he is just a wee bit too old for me. Hence, my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;new number 1 guy&lt;/span&gt; is... wait for it, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;CHACE CRAWFORD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aka Nate Archibald &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(in GG)&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, another hot guy. No hot accent, but I do not mind. (: Hopefully I got the spelling right, cause I forgot how to spell his name. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: HAPPY 13th BIRTHDAY JU! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-5633906875319589804?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5633906875319589804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=5633906875319589804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/5633906875319589804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/5633906875319589804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-shopped-til-i-dropped-few-days-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-6830012165793121529</id><published>2009-06-14T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:01:19.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been tortured to doing household chores since my maid left for a 2 week break. Though I am not complaining, I feel tortured. oh well. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-6830012165793121529?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6830012165793121529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=6830012165793121529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/6830012165793121529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/6830012165793121529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-been-tortured-to-doing-household.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-2205844752295286450</id><published>2009-06-10T15:01:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:10:43.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am a twitter user already! (: I do not know why I got it, honestly. Oh well. I think it is kinda like facebook.&lt;br /&gt;I still have to figure out how to use it though. So hopefully, I will get it to operationally work &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(eventually)&lt;/span&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway click on the link &amp;amp; follow me on twitter &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(whenever, wherever?)&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/n_jeff"&gt;http://twitter.com/n_jeff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;now, how do I get it to work? &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/553987602087650729-2205844752295286450?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2205844752295286450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=2205844752295286450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/2205844752295286450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/2205844752295286450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-twitter-user-already-i-do-not-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-5507299263040530862</id><published>2009-06-09T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:25:04.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH! I finally got a friggin' tag board. &lt;br /&gt;Now stop pestering/ harassing me already! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-5507299263040530862?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5507299263040530862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=5507299263040530862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/5507299263040530862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/5507299263040530862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah-i-finally-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-875806999781684059</id><published>2009-06-09T20:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T13:25:21.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel as if I have a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'mini' &lt;/span&gt;fan club. The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Netball juniors&lt;/span&gt; are like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;the bomb! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning as I was walking to my Math class, the Netballers were having their warming up activities; stretching, etc.&lt;br /&gt;My classmate, SW was ahead of me when suddenly, the majority of the Netballers started shouting my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ST went, "Wah, you got fan club ah!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda dumbfounded if you ask me. I do not normally have that huge welcoming from anyone, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I replied, "Yeah. Cool, huh?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Netball juniors, actually only &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; is particular is harassing me to get a tag board.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I am finally getting one! (:&lt;br /&gt;This is where that particular person claps her hands &amp;amp; shouts, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"LIKE FINALLY!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Math class was really a waste of time. I mean, I would have preferred to stay at home &amp;amp; sleep. I do not get to do so because it is Math &amp;amp; I suck at Math.&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I have no lessons tomorrow! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOO-HOO! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-875806999781684059?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/875806999781684059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=875806999781684059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/875806999781684059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/875806999781684059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-feel-as-if-i-have-mini-fan-club.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-2618661908942294889</id><published>2009-06-02T22:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:29:40.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hopefully, I will ace my Malay O's with flying colours. If not flying colours, then colours would do just fine for me. Just so long as the colours are still flying and not crawling colours. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Oh what am I getting at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I am saying is, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;"FLYING COLOURS = B three &amp;amp; below!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Keep your fingers crossed, people! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;oh, I am supposed to be asleep already.&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/553987602087650729-2618661908942294889?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2618661908942294889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=2618661908942294889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/2618661908942294889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/2618661908942294889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/06/hopefully-i-will-ace-my-malay-os-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-6372527529551999519</id><published>2009-06-02T21:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:25:54.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;OH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;MY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;GAWD&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Have you seen? Have you actually watched it? Have you even heard of it? The friggin' &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;NEW MOON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; trailer?&lt;br /&gt;If not, go watch it before you belong to the last century. (:&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously, so damn hot! Oh, Edward &amp;amp; Bella's kiss in Twilight won the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;"Best Kiss"&lt;/span&gt; MTV Movie Awards 2009 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(if I'm not wrong)&lt;/span&gt;. I am so beginning to think Kristen Stewart is hot &amp;amp; sexy. I mean, she has that look. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have school tomorrow. English Prelim 2 Oral. Gross. I mean, oh well. I hope I do well. Kinda not excited. I wanna sleep in, like seriously. I have not slept in the since the school holidays, which is sad.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; SLEEEEEEEEPPPPPPYYYY&lt;/span&gt;! Science &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Physics/Chem)&lt;/span&gt; Mock Practical was not a success. I kinda suck at practicals. I think I will fail, but God forbid that ever happens. Oh well. GOD! I miss them Netball girls. (: I should sleep, now I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;NJ (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-6372527529551999519?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6372527529551999519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=6372527529551999519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/6372527529551999519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/6372527529551999519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-6289434815559278673</id><published>2009-05-21T17:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T17:11:17.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me just start by saying this, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I TOLD YOU SO!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;KRIS ALLEN WON AMERICAN IDOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Season 8)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"HELL YEAH!" (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, Kris rocks. No pun intended to those who like Adam, but I prefer Kris.&lt;br /&gt;I always pick winners, man!&lt;br /&gt;Like last year, everyone of my classmates were voting for David Archuleta, except for me!&lt;br /&gt;David Cook won, in the end.&lt;br /&gt;I so rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I told my maid to watch the finals for me. When the results came at 10 am, I went to the washroom to see what my maid said. To my surprise, she told me Kris won! I was in the cubicle, jumping &amp;amp; screaming &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(in silence)&lt;/span&gt;. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of my classmates wanted Adam Lambert to win. So when I came into class, I told A who the winner was, then almost 1/4 of the class went like, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Who won? Who won?!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sweet victory, for me! (:&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/553987602087650729-6289434815559278673?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6289434815559278673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=6289434815559278673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/6289434815559278673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/6289434815559278673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-me-just-start-by-saying-this-i-told.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-7953218461525288042</id><published>2009-05-15T18:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T18:30:26.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am only a few more posts away from reaching the 3 digit mark! (:&lt;br /&gt;all right, nothing much to say. Sleepy, tired &amp;amp; sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preliminary Exam 1 is coming. Oh, I have to sit for my Social Studies test, again &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(cause I 'failed' it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sleeeeeeeeeepppppppppppyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-7953218461525288042?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7953218461525288042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=7953218461525288042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/7953218461525288042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/7953218461525288042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-only-few-more-posts-away-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-4722020663502701509</id><published>2009-05-14T20:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:53:19.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Making this fast, making this quick &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(as usual)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;There was not any PE lessons today, which ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;I have too many tests to sit for in the coming week &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(no biggie).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to have to do something about something &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(no idea)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNNNNNNNNNNNND..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am a KRIS ALLEN FAN! :D&lt;br /&gt;I have got the KRIS ALLENATION bug! :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;He is so cool! I love his Heartless rendition!&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GAWD! The song was totally stripped.&lt;br /&gt;From Hip-Hop/Rap? to Acoustics.. that was THE BOMB! :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I am sad that Danny Gokey left. He would have been a better contender to compete with Adam Lambert, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;At least Kris Allen is in the FINALSSSSSSS! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-4722020663502701509?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4722020663502701509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=4722020663502701509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/4722020663502701509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/4722020663502701509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/05/making-this-fast-making-this-quick-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-3506878983339035580</id><published>2009-05-06T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T15:52:25.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am at home, while the rest of my classmate are still in school. It feels good, really. I am sick. What a blast it is, sleeping in. Oh, tomorrow Thursday, a day closer to the weekend, I guess.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I want to hit the sack, yet again. Not sure when, maybe soon. That reminds me, I have to study! Preliminary 1 is coming up, very soon. Oh well. Too tired to actually post anything. If only it is like this every week..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-3506878983339035580?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3506878983339035580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=3506878983339035580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/3506878983339035580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/3506878983339035580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-at-home-while-rest-of-my-classmate.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-9067179570907914725</id><published>2009-05-01T00:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:59:42.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I was so bummed today. When the whole Secondary 5 cohort went to the zoo, my English was forced to sit for the freakin' timed test. I mean just cause we made up our minds to not go to the zoo. I actually wanted to go to the zoo. Have not been there in a while. Oh well, too late to do anything really. Ms K finally told us our oral marks. About time too. It took her more than a month to give us our oral marks. She keeps on forgetting about us. Maybe she has too much on her mind. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's finally Friday! Thank God for Labour Day! I am so sleepy, really. It is 12.33AM on a Friday morning. No school! I am so elated that there is no school. If only every week will be like this. I wanna lose weight. (: Quite seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I cannot believe some of my friends are not taking O' levels seriously. Even after our teacher gave us a really harsh reality check, could they still not see the seriousness in this? You still have the guts to say that our teacher is demoralising us. Sorry to break it to you, but only you can make yourself feel demoralised. You already sat for N' levels, so what? Fuck, I have also sat for my N' levels too. Do you actually see me slacking away? They are all so good at not coming to school for days. To them, it is normal to not be in school for the whole week. A week does not go by without at least 2 days of absence. I am actually being effing patient in helping them get their worksheets &amp;amp; telling them about the assignments. I feel like I should be paid to do so. So what if you are my friend? Seriously, I do not give two shits about you unless you show me that you are actually keen on changing your attitude. At the rate that they are going, it will be an effing miracle if they actually make it to the course that they want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whenever anyone asks me what happened to any of them, I would go, "Well, it is either (a) fever, (b) stomach ache, (c) not feeling well, (d) body aching or (e) tired. Take your pick. Most prolly it's one of the given options."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The classmates would go, "Wah! (laughter)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What more can I say? So, they are not feeling well. Dude, I do not give a shit. The best part, they can actually go out with their 'friends'. The only thing they are more worried about than school is; whether they got together with the right guy and/or whether he will get upset over trivial things. Seriously, go piss yourself. So, you completed your homework on time, do I care? Answer is, I still do not give a damn. Even they themselves feel that at this pace, they would not succeed. I am like, "What are you going to do, then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine, I have to go through this every single week. Since the start of the year. Every single week. I have yet to blow my top at them. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If I do, hell broke lose. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-9067179570907914725?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/9067179570907914725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=9067179570907914725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/9067179570907914725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/9067179570907914725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-was-so-bummed-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-6942169641992611320</id><published>2009-04-25T20:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:33:39.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up way early for a Saturday this morning. Mum &amp;amp; I wanted to go to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Designer Fragrances &amp;amp; Cosmetics' Sale.&lt;/span&gt; It was the bomb, &amp;amp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cost a bomb too. &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, I went nuts cause well, it was all designer stuffs on discount! It really reminded me of one of the scene is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confessions Of A Shopaholic.&lt;/span&gt; It actually started late, but anyhow, I got whatever perfumes that I wanted. We bought so much perfumes &amp;amp; cosmetics. I kept on taking bottle, bottle &amp;amp; bottles of perfumes &amp;amp; just dumping it in the bag. It came to a point where Mum went, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You HAVE to choose."&lt;/span&gt; Hilarious really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have got to go eat my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I ENJOYED myself today! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-6942169641992611320?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6942169641992611320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=6942169641992611320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/6942169641992611320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/6942169641992611320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-went-on-shopping-spree-today-todays.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-4935595757029737961</id><published>2009-04-20T22:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:26:05.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Lost &amp;amp; found (random).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Man, this dude is seriously pissing me off. Bloody &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whatever-his-name-is&lt;/span&gt;, I don't care. He is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; something. Apparently I have been chatting with for the past year! How could I not remember someone &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(especially an Aussie)&lt;/span&gt;?! Plus he is not telling me who he is. Goodness! I am purposely ignoring the urge to pester him to tell me who he is, but it's the contrary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have got to tidy up my table before I go to sleep. Too sleepy already. Tomorrow we are having Math time test. Urggghhh, it just gets worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;NJ. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;p.s: Good night.&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/553987602087650729-4935595757029737961?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4935595757029737961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=4935595757029737961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/4935595757029737961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/4935595757029737961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/04/lost-found-random.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-6591687158661438991</id><published>2009-04-18T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:35:23.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went out F today. (: Had loads to catch up. We went to CCK, just for fun. I wanted to get 2 tops &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(on sale for $20)&lt;/span&gt;, but there was only one colour that was nice. Too bad, though. Nothing much to blog about right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do loads of homework, not tonight. I want to enjoy my Saturday &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(what's left of it)&lt;/span&gt;. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-6591687158661438991?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6591687158661438991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=6591687158661438991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/6591687158661438991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/6591687158661438991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-went-out-f-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-4876375756844059300</id><published>2009-04-17T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:12:38.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realised that I there are two guys with the initials D that are my 'pen-pals'. Well, let's rename my Swiss dude, then. He will be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, this week has been hectic, to  say the least. I sat for so many class tests that I constantly think that there'll be more tests that I have to sit for the next day. Which isn't the case. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies class test was a killer! I flunked it, I think. That will mean that I have to sit for a re- test. Sucks, but hopefully it helps me improve my essay skills. Malay Peribahasa was a fluke. I merely passed the test. Oh well, learning from my mistakes. What other tests have I sat for? Let me see.. Geography &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Map Reading &amp;amp; Deforestation in Kalimantan)&lt;/span&gt;, Principles Of Accounts &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Ratios - Markup &amp;amp; Margin)&lt;/span&gt;, English &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Summary)&lt;/span&gt;, Social Studies &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Globalisation).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up coming tests, Physics &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Electromagnetism)&lt;/span&gt;, Chemistry &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Test for Cations, Anions) &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; another Principles Of Accounts&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Ratio - Rate of Stockturn)&lt;/span&gt; That should be all, I think. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last week I will be attending Netball. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Time for me to step down, guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Probably means I have to really, really concentrate on my studies. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-4876375756844059300?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4876375756844059300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=4876375756844059300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/4876375756844059300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/4876375756844059300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-realised-that-i-there-are-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-5898711827027145498</id><published>2009-04-12T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:32:18.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Heyho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Netball has a blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, this weird guy added me on MSN. It's a HE. (: I just find most guys weird. He is let me think.. Swiss? Oh well. He's from Switzerland, obviously. You cannot be a Swiss &amp;amp; not be from Switzerland, right? I forgot how old he is. He looks good. Since I did not add him to my contact list, I could not see a picture of him. Though he could see my picture, which makes MSN Messenger twisted. How can he see mine when I did not allow him to my contact list? Oh well, I told him I could not see his picture. He sent it to me via email. (: You should see this guy, hilariously weird, but good-looking. Clever too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s: He's name is D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Anyway, it just gets weirder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-5898711827027145498?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5898711827027145498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=5898711827027145498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/5898711827027145498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/5898711827027145498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/04/heyho-apparently-netball-has-blog-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-6541521044946897025</id><published>2009-04-09T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:35:29.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel the need to chew on something. Like just chew on something. Okay, maybe not chew, but eat something. I have been eating loads &amp;amp; loads &amp;amp; loads of sweets for the past 2 weeks. Yes, I went a wee bit insane when I went to Uncle Tidbits &amp;amp; bought 300g worth of just sweets. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(: I have a sweet tooth, cannot really help it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The next day is Good Friday, which means, I can sleep in. I have been sleeping later than usual since the start of Term 2. Too much homework to squeeze into by the next day. Plus, there's Netball training, Netball not-so-friendly matches. Oh well, what to do, what to do. Welcome to the life of a Secondary 5 person. The jump from N' levels to O' levels is humongous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to eat, need to. All right, maybe it's want to eat. I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;NEED/WANT&lt;/span&gt; food. OMGosh, thank God that my cupboard is filled with junk food. I am a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;junkie too! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to sleep early today, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-6541521044946897025?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6541521044946897025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=6541521044946897025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/6541521044946897025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/6541521044946897025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-feel-need-to-chew-on-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-5190317249427882178</id><published>2009-03-27T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T20:06:32.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally changed my blogskin! Yay! After an especially long procrastination. I took my time, no rushing. I'm so lazy. Even though this is the first week of term 2, I feel as if I've gone to school the whole year &amp; just went off for a week of resting. Cannot be called a holiday, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had 2 matches postponed this week cause of the stupid lightning alert. Unbelievable. (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired &amp; cranky. Seriously. My leg like hurts so badly. I can't even stand straight. I'm blogging using the lappy now. I have Malay Orals the next day! I'm prolly going to flunk it, given my inability to speak proper Malay. Goodness! I'm sitting for the freakin' Os! Great. Good luck to me, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-5190317249427882178?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5190317249427882178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=5190317249427882178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/5190317249427882178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/5190317249427882178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-finally-changed-my-blogskin-yay-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-6429168713326741530</id><published>2009-03-19T12:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:00:57.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so lazy to move my ass of the computer. However, I cannot afford to be lazy. It's already Thursday &amp;amp; there is still loads of homework to finish. I need it to be done by today! Which gives me about 11 more hours to finish everything. Oh, I have yet to eat my brunch. It just gets worse. It's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/span&gt;, for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crying out loud&lt;/span&gt;. School is going to open in like days! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAYS, people DAYS!&lt;/span&gt; Soon, it will be hours! Just wait.. OMGosh! Not a holiday at all. I have yet to actually start studying for anything! Believe me when I say that this sucks. Darnit. Teachers sure are sad people, man! (: What homework DO I have left? Let's see, Chemistry &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Paper 3)&lt;/span&gt;, Malay &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(2 Karangans)&lt;/span&gt;, Geography &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(notes)&lt;/span&gt;. It may seem little, but in truth it's overwhelming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plans to change blogskins has been dashed. Yes, it has been a failure. Not my failure, but the designers of the blogskin? Supposedly, there's always a lack of (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;""&lt;/span&gt;) in the blogskin, which affects everything. Then there's XML, wth IS XML? The only thing that comes to mind is Extra Medium Large! (: Makes no sense, but who actually cares? Will some kind soul explain to me what XML is? Pretty please? It will be much appreciated, honestly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-6429168713326741530?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6429168713326741530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=6429168713326741530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/6429168713326741530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/6429168713326741530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-so-lazy-to-move-my-ass-of-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-6527516818222293685</id><published>2009-03-16T20:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:33:47.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so dead bored. Did I tell you about how my DE went? I think I did, but I do not really remember. Oh well. I feel the Monday blues even though I am not in school. If there are any extra classes this week, I am going to ignore it. Unless it's lessons, then I would go. Otherwise, CCAs &amp;amp; whatnot will be staunchly ignored by me! (: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am so lazy like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I think I look photogenic in most of the photos that has me in it. Being narcissistic, but it is kind of a fact. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirs went for Library camp today. Who knew that there is a library camp? Lame, but she was psyched. I miss her already. I actually miss loads of my friends. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Y, J, S, H&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; so many more! I miss then like crazy. Oh wait, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;T &lt;/span&gt;too! All right, I am bored already. I kind of started on my homework already. I still have loads to do. Principles Of Accounts &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(5 more questions)&lt;/span&gt;, Malay&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (3 Karangans, for crying out loud!),&lt;/span&gt; Math, Geography &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(notes)&lt;/span&gt;, Chemistry &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Paper 3).&lt;/span&gt; It just gets worse. I should prolly wake up early the next day &amp;amp; start doing it. I feel overwhelmed as it is already. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Secondary 5 for you! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-6527516818222293685?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6527516818222293685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=6527516818222293685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/6527516818222293685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/6527516818222293685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-so-dead-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-7947177624993316780</id><published>2009-03-14T22:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:57:52.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to Suntec with Mum today! (: It was so freakingly crowded! Suntec was filled to the maximum human capacity &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(exaggeration).&lt;/span&gt; It was crowded none the less. We were actually there cause of The Body Shop warehouse sale. We were &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually lost&lt;/span&gt;, so we ended up buying chocolates at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Cocoa Tree sale.&lt;/span&gt; :D Bought accessories too! It was on sale, so I bought like truckloads of them! (: Only then, did we find our way to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Body Shop warehouse sale. &lt;/span&gt;It was on the 3rd floor of the building, West entrance. The place seemed small, but once you get closer, you see so many people crowding one area. It was like survival of the fittest, seriously! It's insane. Can't really blame them because the economy's so bad. Plus, the sale went for up to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;70% off&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(what's not to like?)&lt;/span&gt;. I got&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;pushed, elbowed &amp;amp; stepped on half the time. Most of them kept pulling my bag away with them cause my bag's huge. Some girls' long hair got in my face &amp;amp; I went like, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"OMGod, gross, gross, GROSS! Your hair is in my freakin' face!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who heard it stared at me. It was hilarious, really. The owner just ignored me! I felt like pulling her hair out of her head! After like 30 minutes of pure 'fighting', grabbing, then throwing the stuff back, I finally got those that I wanted. After paying for the items, Mum wanted to go to  the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Burberry sale.&lt;/span&gt; Only problem was, she did not know where it was. We went to the floor above, only to find that it was the IT show thingy. Asked one of the security guy. Found Burberry sale, I went crazy. Quite literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I've been meaning to finish posting this post at 9 pm. However, being an unsuccessful multi-tasker, this post has only been done right about this time - NOW! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-7947177624993316780?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7947177624993316780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=7947177624993316780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/7947177624993316780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/7947177624993316780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-went-to-suntec-with-mum-today-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-3999167178317728733</id><published>2009-03-13T20:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:07:02.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The whole morning was filled with talks &amp;amp; talks from many schools. The whole 4Exp/5NA had to go to NYP for some interview talks. You have no idea how many times we have been to NYP. We have been there for like a million times! Can you believe it? It's that bad. Not saying that NYP is crap or anything, it's just that that's the only Polytechnic we've been to since Secondary 1! Hah! The only thing that almost everyone looked forward to the whole day was Dining Etiquette &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(DE).&lt;/span&gt; This is the only chance &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(other than Prom)&lt;/span&gt; that we get to dress up. Came 12.30 pm, everyone started getting into the toilets. My plan was to change on the last level of the washroom. That went horribly wrong, cause most of the girls occupied the end washrooms. Oh well. I was so self- conscious after I changed cause well, I'm not used to wearing something nice to school. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took pictures, not that many though. Oh well. What's done is done I guess. The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;March holidays are finally here.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am going to do all my homework in 2 days so that I get to enjoy or at least study some of my weaker subjects. I think I look like crap for the DE thingy. Honestly! I'll upload a few pictures for you too see. (: I guess this week was definitely better than the last. Though my parents &amp;amp; I are not really on talking terms. The DE was uber fun! The 4- course meal was exciting. Entree - Mushroom soup w/ Garlic Bread. Followed by Grilled Chicken &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which I did not finish up, I dislike chicken!)&lt;/span&gt;, then there is the Dessert - Coffee cake?&lt;br /&gt;oh well. It was overall nice. After all that, I felt like vomiting out whatever I ate. Oh good God! I was full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;G was like, "You bulimic, ah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was like, "Hell, NO!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to K's birthday 'party' the next day, but Dad so did not allow me. Well, he hardly ever allows me to go out. I think I will be like the most protected person from the outside world in the world! I truly hope it made sense. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-3999167178317728733?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3999167178317728733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=3999167178317728733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/3999167178317728733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/3999167178317728733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/03/whole-morning-was-filled-with-talks.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-853481431119228045</id><published>2009-03-12T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:13:56.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMGosh!&lt;/span&gt; The next day is Dining Etiquette &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(DE)&lt;/span&gt;. Which means, I have to dress up, formally. This is so troublesome. I don't think I like dressing up in school. Oh man! Safe to say, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I am freakin' out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Firstly, I do not know how to stuff the dress into my bag. Secondly, I do not know what accessories to use it with. Omgosh! Lastly, I do not know if I actually want to wear that particular dress. It is from Mango. I bought it like last year for some festivity, but I have yet to actually wear it. It is like a tube? I have absolutely no idea. Then there's the issue of no make-up. I won't be using any, well never used any in my life before. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celebrate Life&lt;/span&gt; seminar is interesting. I took all/ most of the pamphlets from the 5 polytechnics is Singapore. I have never taken as many pamphlets/ brochures in my life. Oh well, there is always the first for something. The talks I signed up for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(not many choices, really)&lt;/span&gt; have been informative? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;God!,&lt;/span&gt; I sound so diplomatic, who am I kidding? Seriously, I think it as really open my eyes? Speakers from JCU, SP, NYP &amp;amp; loads more came to give talks. interesting, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still deciding, still thinking, STILL panicking! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-853481431119228045?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/853481431119228045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=853481431119228045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/853481431119228045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/853481431119228045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/03/omgosh-next-day-is-dining-etiquette-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-3838038502375164064</id><published>2009-03-08T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:51:58.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I watched the Watchmen last night. I did not get it at all. I think it was pretty gruesome &amp;amp; too violent for my taste. It was kinda boring too, I guess. Oh well. I am tired. Famished too, but I just took dinner. Weird, huh? Well, I should prolly read its synopsis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Good bye &amp;amp; Good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-3838038502375164064?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3838038502375164064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=3838038502375164064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/3838038502375164064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/3838038502375164064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-watched-watchmen-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-5273791601025959841</id><published>2009-03-06T21:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:48:40.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did not run for Jog-a-thon this year! I was not allowed to run because of my flu &amp;amp; cough. SHUCKS! I had so much enthusiasm for like the whole week. I was actually excited for the run. Rare, but it happens. I wanted to run &amp;amp; get like the top 30 among the Upper Secondary girls. Obviously, it did not happen. We ran around AMK Park. I had fun watch &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Angus, Thongs &amp;amp; Perfect Snogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the millionth time. Only this time, I watched it with Y! Then we watched Game Plan. It was uber, fantastically fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this is hard. Being in Secondary 5 is hard. Oh well. I don't know if I am able to do this. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I feel like giving up halfway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This week has been hard, on me. Both mentally &amp;amp;  physically. You should know, when I am stressed, I fall sick. Like really sick. It's just the way my body system works. Stressful, really. I dragged myself out of bed, with aches all over my body, pounding headache, runny nose &amp;amp; a throat that hurts like hell. Maybe running in the rain during Physical Exercise &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(PE)&lt;/span&gt; contributed to that too. Not really sure about that. I have been busy since the 1st proper school week of the year. I know it is going to get tougher. What I do not know is, if my body can take the stress &amp;amp; pressure that will be amounting come closer to the O' levels. Oh well. I failed 3 subjects &amp;amp; passed 3 subjects for Common Test&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (CT)&lt;/span&gt;. I dropped Economics. The subject teacher told me I should concentrate on Math because apparently, both the Math paper 2 &amp;amp; Economics Paper 1 or 2 is slated on the same day. Too bad, I guess. So much for, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Going for it."&lt;/span&gt; I have not told anyone of my family members about my failure. It's just that I will be getting the silent treatment if they found out. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Evidently, there are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;many things that I hide from my parents regarding school.&lt;/span&gt; I would rather just keep my mouth shut &amp;amp; suffer in silence as compared to be at the receiving end of the silent treatment. They say, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Actions speak louder than words."&lt;/span&gt; It is so true. I do feel like I need to escape all this every week by not coming to school, but that has never really happened. Fortunately, I do have a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;fantastic group of friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; whom I know will never allow me to give up too easily. I have never received so much homework in my life before, you know? This is unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I am pissed whenever someone thinks I have no  problems in my life. I mean, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;COME ON!,&lt;/span&gt; everyone has problems at certain points of their lives. It may not be as bad as the second party, but it is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;STILL A PROBLEM.&lt;/span&gt; Secondly, everyone handles their problems differently. For me, I either keep it in &amp;amp; suffer in silence or tell someone &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(though my Dad's like against the latter one. Do not know why, but whateves, yeah).&lt;/span&gt; Thirdly, do not use personal problems an as excuse to your overall performance. I know it will affect you one way or another, but this is the final year. This whole, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I have problems at home"&lt;/span&gt; has got to end. Time to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;GET OVER IT.&lt;/span&gt; Lastly, try not to be a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;PMS-ing&lt;/span&gt; bum, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;(p.s: to no one in particular)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I LOVE my parents to BITS! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-5273791601025959841?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5273791601025959841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=5273791601025959841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/5273791601025959841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/5273791601025959841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-did-not-run-for-jog-thon-this-year-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-6166672216971889762</id><published>2009-02-13T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:47:15.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Angus, Thongs &amp; Perfect Snogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="375" height="375"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.ppiwidget.com/campaigns/base.swf?inst_id=578901"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.ppiwidget.com/campaigns/base.swf?inst_id=578901" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="375" height="375"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-6166672216971889762?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6166672216971889762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=6166672216971889762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/6166672216971889762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/6166672216971889762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-2536869337894871677</id><published>2009-01-25T17:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T17:44:05.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chinese New Year is here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Which means only one thing, shops all over S'pore are closed &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(mostly all).&lt;/span&gt; Well, homework for the CNY is weighing tonnes, not a good thing. I finished most of them. Only Malay Latihan 1 is not done. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh good God, &lt;/span&gt;it is so hard!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  My birthday is coming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am so excited for me, I think. I have loads of class tests to sit for after this CNY holidays. Common Test is coming, very soon. Being an O' level student is hard. I mean, I now know just how big the gap from N' levels to O' levels is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of deleting this blog. Maybe soon, not now though. I guess blogging for now is still fun &amp;amp; not very demanding &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(if you know what I mean). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Oh well. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt; And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-2536869337894871677?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2536869337894871677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=2536869337894871677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/2536869337894871677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/2536869337894871677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-new-year-is-here-which-means.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-8907806617419068728</id><published>2009-01-17T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T00:27:09.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been a while, huh? Second week of school already. I think I will feel the pressure very, very soon. Especially since I just realised that January is coming to an end. Homework this year is outrageous. And I friggin' passed my Economics paper, though not with flying colours. Oh well, I think I will be taking it again. Though, keep your fingers crossed that it will be better than the current one. I am so tired. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-8907806617419068728?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8907806617419068728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=8907806617419068728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/8907806617419068728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/8907806617419068728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/01/been-while-huh-second-week-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-1456724363029550974</id><published>2009-01-04T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:35:28.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I logged on  &amp;amp; posted something over here. Truth is, I have been having a blast in Europe. Paris &amp;amp; London to be exact. Yes, I seem to sense jaws dropping right about - now. Oh well. Paris is so uber fantastic. Same goes for London. Both cities are so rich in arts. It amazes me so much.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My December has been fun especially since getting back my N' level results. Not that I was there to actually receive it. Anyho, I did satisfactory &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;(according to my parents, who by the way were happy). &lt;/span&gt;Well, I guess it is time for me to snap back to reality. The reality is my big O's. Yeah, I am happy I made it this far, but I don't really know if I will be able to go to the JC or poly that I want. I am not really thinking about poly right now, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I forget, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR! (:&lt;/span&gt; Hopefully 2009 would be as interesting as 2008. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-1456724363029550974?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1456724363029550974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=1456724363029550974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/1456724363029550974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/1456724363029550974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-has-been-while-since-i-logged-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-1087327190396440977</id><published>2008-11-28T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:51:26.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This was how my day went, The Promise musical at 3.30pm at United Conference Centre, NUS. Only we got there way early. Well, the whole school went there. Transportations were provided. I was late for it, as usual. The musical was 2 hours long. After it ended, there was much commotion because many did not know that we could just board any of the transport provided by the school. I was searching for my form teacher who apparently boarded the first bus back to school. It was until the DM shouted to the whole group of students &amp;amp; gave us instructions that my friends &amp;amp; I boarded the second bus back to school. We reached school at 6.10pm. I rushed to the MRT station because I had to pray &amp;amp; I was going to be late for my prayers, which would make my parents scream at me. Either that or my dad would patronise me in every possible way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, for once &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(maybe twice)&lt;/span&gt; I would like to see my mum stick up for me. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GOD!&lt;/span&gt; You have no idea how irritating it is when she would always take my dad’s side. I was pissed because my dad doubted me. I told my mum that &amp;amp; she freaked. She said I was too petty. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;God!&lt;/span&gt; You have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;no idea how fucking insignificant I feel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was nice to see E &amp;amp; K after a long time. I mean, I do not not love them, but I like their company. I mean, I do not really need to pretend I’m interested in anything with them cause they know.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; IDK!&lt;/span&gt; I think I am losing it. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh well! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-1087327190396440977?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1087327190396440977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=1087327190396440977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/1087327190396440977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/1087327190396440977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-863686756228834372</id><published>2008-11-18T11:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:41:54.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, here is the thing. Everyone has a tragic life story to tell. It may not be as tragic as the person beside you or as dreadful, but it still is a hell of tragic story to you. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(I sound so wise.)&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, inspiration came from the movie, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Holiday. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I was lying on the bed, waiting for sleep to come to me, I started thinking. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think a lot for someone my age &amp;amp; at the oddest hours. &lt;/span&gt;I found out that right now, I am only wishing for one thing &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(or maybe two, no wait, 5 things);&lt;/span&gt; I want my parents to be able to go for Haji this freaking year. Yes, it is by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a long shot, &lt;/span&gt;but I need them to go this year. I think it is the only thing that will make them happy &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(not that they are not happy now, but you get the gist).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-863686756228834372?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/863686756228834372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=863686756228834372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/863686756228834372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/863686756228834372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/11/stories-wishes.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-5150618053580966831</id><published>2008-11-18T11:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:42:06.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have no idea how to start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't think I know where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think I am in a confused state. Maybe bored too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is cool &amp;amp; weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;See? I am really twisted in the head right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh well. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-5150618053580966831?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5150618053580966831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=5150618053580966831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/5150618053580966831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/5150618053580966831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-to-idea-how-to-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-1759197155798072643</id><published>2008-11-16T14:04:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:42:17.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SR-4Hy02dHI/AAAAAAAAANE/W21uB7vYCBs/s1600-h/Ed+Westwick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SR-4Hy02dHI/AAAAAAAAANE/W21uB7vYCBs/s320/Ed+Westwick.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269132533088810098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Ed Westwick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; is the BOMB! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You have no idea how hot &amp;amp; cool he is. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;AAAAAHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I so love him&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (in a fanatic way).&lt;/span&gt; Gosh! He is so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;uber hot! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOSSIP GIRL is one of my favourite television shows. The cast is like to-die-for. Everyone of them &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(inc. the girls).&lt;/span&gt; I think it is better than 90210 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(in more ways).&lt;/span&gt; Oh well. I think Serina van Woodsen &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Blake Lively)&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Dan Humphrey &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Penn Badgeley) &lt;/span&gt;are such a cute couple on &amp;amp; off screen. Well, hopefully in the series, Chuck Bass&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Ed Westwick)&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Blair Waldorf &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Leighton Meester) &lt;/span&gt;get together. Nate Archibald &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Chase Crawford) &lt;/span&gt;is like the all- american guy. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Oh heavens! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-1759197155798072643?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1759197155798072643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=1759197155798072643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/1759197155798072643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/1759197155798072643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/11/ed-westwick.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SR-4Hy02dHI/AAAAAAAAANE/W21uB7vYCBs/s72-c/Ed+Westwick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-2051707554181043434</id><published>2008-11-13T14:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:42:34.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what day is it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Shit!&lt;/span&gt; I think I lost it. I don't even know what day it is today. All right. Let me think.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Oh, it is THURSDAY!&lt;/span&gt; A day closer to the weekends. Now, the weekends, I know. Nothing much has been going on. Oh well, heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going into obsession mode - TWILIGHT. Technically speaking, it will showing in the cinemas in a week from now, on 21 Nov 2008.. in the US. I guess I will have to wait a eons before I can actually catch the movie in S'pore&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (sad, huh?)&lt;/span&gt;. I woke up very late today, 1 pm. Oh well, I am still sleepy. Today is the last day! I am excited. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Gosh!&lt;/span&gt; I am so tired. I need to go to the library soon or I will die of boredom. As it is, I already am bored out of my mind. It is like being quarantined at home. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Goodness gracious!&lt;/span&gt; Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-2051707554181043434?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2051707554181043434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=2051707554181043434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/2051707554181043434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/2051707554181043434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-what-day-is-it-shit-i-think-i-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-5803080513805567586</id><published>2008-11-07T09:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:42:46.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning started out nice. I am trying to be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thankful for my blessings. &lt;/span&gt;I so dutifully woke up at 6.30 am&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; (even though Dad woke me up). &lt;/span&gt;You would think that my now, I would have gotten used waking up early &amp;amp; all, but let me tell you I have not gotten used to anything. I am still sleepy. I cannot imagine doing this for the rest of my life. Waking up early to go to work &amp;amp; all. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Gosh!&lt;/span&gt; It must sound/ seem to depressingly miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent a fair amount of time on the computer to master the 'art' of typing without looking at the keyboard. Twilight soundtrack is already out in the iTunes store. (: Excited for the movie &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Twilight)&lt;/span&gt; is the understatement of the year. Oh well. I think I will get my sleep, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to borrow more books to read. I am currently reading a book &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(600+ pages)&lt;/span&gt; per day. That sounds scary &amp;amp; it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;screams, "NO LIFE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Do not get me wrong, I do go out. Just not with friends &amp;amp; certainly not on a weekday. You would think that I would be allowed permission to go out especially since it IS the holidays. Oh well. My parents think that by not letting me go out, I would be less likely to waste money on items that I clearly already have &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(only in a million versions!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too sleepy to do much today. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-5803080513805567586?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5803080513805567586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=5803080513805567586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/5803080513805567586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/5803080513805567586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-morning-started-out-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-8570026737239745968</id><published>2008-11-05T15:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:42:54.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SRFKLoRoirI/AAAAAAAAAMs/LSjNMsO67ig/s1600-h/90210-jessica-stroup-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SRFKLoRoirI/AAAAAAAAAMs/LSjNMsO67ig/s320/90210-jessica-stroup-004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265071003023215282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;90210 is the BOMB! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I so love the cast. Jessica Stroup is like so cool. Same goes for Shenae Grimes. I think they are like so skinny, though I cannot really say anything about that. I actually like everyone of the casts. They are what they are, I guess. Oh well. Now I am a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;90210 fan.&lt;/span&gt; I was not really a fan of the Beverly Hills 90210. (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Ty's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Adam Gregory) &lt;/span&gt;teeth is too white for himself. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that Annie &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Shenae Grimes)&lt;/span&gt; should get together with Ethan &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Dustin Milligan).&lt;/span&gt; Silver &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Jessica Stroup)&lt;/span&gt; should go with Ty. I want to see how it turns out. It should be cool, no? (: Well, to each it's own, I guess. Naomi&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Anna Lynne McCord)&lt;/span&gt; should be with that jock, George &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Kellan Lutz).&lt;/span&gt; I cannot believe Kellan Lutz is also Emmet Cullen in Twilight. Mr. Ryan Matthews &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Ryan Eggold) &lt;/span&gt;is too cute for a teacher. (: Oh well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-8570026737239745968?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8570026737239745968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=8570026737239745968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/8570026737239745968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/8570026737239745968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/11/90210-is-bomb-i-so-love-cast.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SRFKLoRoirI/AAAAAAAAAMs/LSjNMsO67ig/s72-c/90210-jessica-stroup-004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-5867917954136299334</id><published>2008-11-04T20:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:43:08.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realised that I think a lot when I am about to go to sleep, which is hilarious. Not much to blog about, really. I am starting to save electricity by using the computer for at least 2 hours per day. I honestly hope it helps, esp since they&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (the government?) &lt;/span&gt;increased the price of electricity. Mum is getting a wee bit concerned about our irresponsible use of electricity. Funny, cause I am the one who usually bothers about stuffs like this. Oh well. (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to go out, shopping. I am so desperate to buy something. Anything that involves spending money. I need to shop/ go out soon or I will die of withdrawal symptoms. Goodness! (: Oh well, I just finished reading &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah Dessen - Dreamland.&lt;/span&gt; I like the story a lot. Rogerson&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (main guy)&lt;/span&gt; is like kinda hot &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(must be the hair! ;) ).&lt;/span&gt; Well, Rogerson is abusive like hell towards Caitlin&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (main girl)&lt;/span&gt;. Scary, really. I still think he's somehow, somewhat hot. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twisted, huh? (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me give you a brief &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(or not so brief)&lt;/span&gt; synopsis of the story; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caitlin's sister, Cassandra &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Cass for short) &lt;/span&gt;runs away from home to be with her boyfriend, Adam. Caitlin falls for Rogerson, a guy with a history? I do not really know where I am getting at, so I should prolly stop here before it gets out of hand. Or maybe I will copy paste the synopsis from the book? All right, the synopsis from the book does not really help. I think I will just give up on that! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-5867917954136299334?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5867917954136299334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=5867917954136299334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/5867917954136299334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/5867917954136299334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-just-realised-that-i-think-lot-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-7565150964562315105</id><published>2008-11-03T18:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:43:20.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I am so FREAKIN' excited that I am getting so impatient &amp;amp; fidgety. I want the Twilight movie to be showing in cinemas NOW! Is that so much to ask? Goodness! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The Twilight soundtrack is pretty good, I think. Paramore - Decode is awesome! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-7565150964562315105?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7565150964562315105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=7565150964562315105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/7565150964562315105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/7565150964562315105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-so-freakin-excited-that-twilight.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-746817804395150505</id><published>2008-10-29T20:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:43:28.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All right, I got over the waking up early in the morning thing. I think it's better, cause I get loads of time to do endless stuffs. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;High School Musical 3: Senior Year&lt;/span&gt; yesterday with my sisters &amp;amp; Y at Orchard Road. I must say, the movie/ musical &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rock shit!&lt;/span&gt; I'm beginning to like HSM a lot, right now. I know! I was a cynic at first. Especially since its first instalment. I think that HSM 3 is so much better compared to the previous two. The previous two &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(HSM &amp;amp; HSM 2)&lt;/span&gt; were cheesy &amp;amp; corny. The cheesy &amp;amp; corny part is somehow still present in HSM 3, but not so much. Dad sent us there. I think Dad made a wrong choice because we were supposed to go to West Mall to watch the movie, but Dad was like,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "There's too many rowdy crowds there."&lt;/span&gt; So, we ended up going to Orchard Road. The crowd in the cinema was horrendous. A group of people were making so much noise - talking loudly, shouting, etc. Like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;WTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, after the movie we went to Borders. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;OMGosh!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I so want to buy so many things at Borders, right now! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh well, I'll get over it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economics Paper 1 today was kinda hard. I mean, I was able to do it, but it was hard. Hopefully, I'll still get my A1 or A2 in this subject. I am so scared I would not be able to make it to Sec 5, you know? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;It's scary to let so many people down&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;From my parents, grandfather, cousins, aunts, teachers, friends, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;list goes on &amp;amp; on &amp;amp; on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Oh well. According to Y, our N' level results will be out on Dec 18 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(tentative). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Goodness!&lt;/span&gt; That is when Twilight &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(the movie)&lt;/span&gt; is showing in the cinemas. I so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Edward Cullen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not Robert Pattinson. I know the movie would not be as good as the book, but I still want to catch it. (: (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-746817804395150505?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/746817804395150505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=746817804395150505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/746817804395150505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/746817804395150505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-right-i-got-over-waking-up-early-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-1978806030455774621</id><published>2008-10-21T22:06:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:43:36.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realised that I may have been a little bit too confident in my fairing for Economics O' levels. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Therefore, I apologise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I don't want to feel too over- confident for my O's. Especially my O's. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I so dislike Dad right now! So, positively pissed with him! Goodness. The man asked me to wake up at 6.00 am on an effing daily basis! Screw this, man! I AM STILL PISSED! As effing pissed as I will ever be, for now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had loads of fun yesterday. I was so happy that Economics paper 2 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(essay)&lt;/span&gt; was over that I made plans there &amp;amp; then with Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got to go. Dad will be entering this room any moment, now. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-1978806030455774621?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1978806030455774621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=1978806030455774621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/1978806030455774621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/1978806030455774621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-realised-that-i-may-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-4217127169142210720</id><published>2008-10-20T12:06:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:43:46.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SRFOZOJuHRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/1d02LGN2g2E/s1600-h/Mamma_Mia_-_norsk_p_126162b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SRFOZOJuHRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/1d02LGN2g2E/s320/Mamma_Mia_-_norsk_p_126162b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265075634575383826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGosh! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ELATION, EXULTANT, ECSTATIC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I think I may be able to reach my aim for Economics O' levels. (: My aim is an A2 or A1! For once, I'm confident. Or maybe it's just relief that I was able to answer all of the questions. Well, this is only paper 2, so I still have to depend on paper 1 too. Oh well. Let's not get too confident, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm stuck on &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;ABBA - Dancing Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (: It's so catchy &amp;amp; cool &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(all right, I'm a sucker for old songs).&lt;/span&gt; I watched Mamma Mia! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(obviously)&lt;/span&gt;. It's all because of that movie. I don't really like it (the movie), but I like the songs. They're so catchy. The song is so 70's? According to my parents, it is. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param value="http://media.imeem.com/m/hmy2sLYjIE/aus=false/" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;embed width="300" src="http://media.imeem.com/m/hmy2sLYjIE/aus=false/" height="110" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/keltarponspg/music/xl83Qh2P/abba_dancing_queen/"&gt;Dancing Queen - ABBA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-4217127169142210720?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4217127169142210720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=4217127169142210720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/4217127169142210720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/4217127169142210720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/10/hell-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SRFOZOJuHRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/1d02LGN2g2E/s72-c/Mamma_Mia_-_norsk_p_126162b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-7575114970207555574</id><published>2008-10-13T20:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:43:54.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I am fickle- minded. Oh well, I was supposed to study for my Economics O' level, but I ended up getting bored &amp;amp; slept. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What was supposed to be a short nap turned into a long nap?&lt;/span&gt; Oh well, I am not sure. What I am sure is that I am going to have to study like there is no tomorrow&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (for the coming days)&lt;/span&gt;. Which means, no going out. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh no!&lt;/span&gt; My exam is the week after, 20 Oct 2008. That's for paper 2. Paper 1 is on the 29 Oct 2008. It is like so irritating they, making us study for 2 days. Oh well. I'm aiming for at last an A2 or A1. It is like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aiming for the sky.&lt;/span&gt; Currently, I'm only at B4, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;which stinks! &lt;/span&gt;If I aim for an A2, I know I would only a few marks away from A1, hence I think I will aim for A1. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rock on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was pretty humdrum. I was actually going to catch up on my sleep, by well, sleeping on time &amp;amp; waking up at a acceptable hour. Turns out, the plan was scratched. (: Am currently sleepy. Lack of sleep, it is showing on my face. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Eye- bags!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Honestly, it is so repulsive. Oh well, I have got to do something about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-7575114970207555574?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7575114970207555574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=7575114970207555574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/7575114970207555574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/7575114970207555574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-levels.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-2757570947797902923</id><published>2008-10-10T20:22:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:44:32.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friends came for visiting today. They were late, nothing surprising, though. (: I'm actually scared for my N' level results to come out. Oh well. Anyho, they &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(my friends)&lt;/span&gt; want me to follow them go house visiting with them the week after on Saturday. I told them that I'd think about it. I asked them, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Why not on Friday?"&lt;/span&gt;, cause Dad has the weekend off. Hence I cannot go visiting with them on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on.. I need to tweak my playlist. All right, now I have 2 songs for this blog. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am usually opposed to inserting songs on my blog or friendster &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(but who cares?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We The KINGS&lt;/span&gt; is my all- time favourite band, right now! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROCK ON, man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-2757570947797902923?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2757570947797902923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=2757570947797902923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/2757570947797902923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/2757570947797902923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/10/wth.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-933922594007501854</id><published>2008-10-09T12:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:44:45.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, man!&lt;/span&gt; Dad didn't allow me to go. I'm bummed, but not that bummed. So maybe I'll be going to the library. Borrow books, kill time. I lost the USB wire. I was going to upload pics. Too bad. I'm going to strangle whoever lost it. Damn whoever lost it. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm downright pissed, all right?&lt;/span&gt; I've cooled down, though. (: Today is Thursday, which means, a day before the weekends! I mean, it shouldn't make much difference to me because it'll the weekends for me for 3 whole months. That reminds me, I've got to enquire about something. I'm forgetting too many important stuffs already. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh no!&lt;/span&gt; Hopefully, this is not a sign of ageing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;good- bye! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-933922594007501854?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/933922594007501854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=933922594007501854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/933922594007501854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/933922594007501854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-man-dad-didnt-allow-me-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-1020776507017890882</id><published>2008-10-08T23:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:44:55.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I didn't even ask Dad, okay? I'm such a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;freakin' chicken&lt;/span&gt;, yeah?&lt;/span&gt; Well, obviously you all would agree with me. I already have a freakin' plan in place. Go with A &amp;amp; T. Return home with A &amp;amp; T too. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damnit.&lt;/span&gt; I so loathe myself right now for being such a bloody chicken. Okay, maybe I don't loathe myself. I sometimes think I'm narcissistic. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Currently prone to exaggeration, all right? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-1020776507017890882?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1020776507017890882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=1020776507017890882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/1020776507017890882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/1020776507017890882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-didnt-even-ask-dad-okay-im-such.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-9036492371588002393</id><published>2008-10-08T20:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:45:28.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm too chicken right now. I have to ask Dad permission to go out tomorrow. I'm chickening out. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Darnit, no?&lt;/span&gt; S says this is not chickening out. S says I'm being an ant. Huh? I think I get it, though there's a loophole. I feel too free. I feel restless. The young &amp;amp; the restless, I guess. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-9036492371588002393?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/9036492371588002393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=9036492371588002393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/9036492371588002393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/9036492371588002393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/10/young-restless.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-3506963581636074289</id><published>2008-10-08T16:51:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:41:57.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain, rain, go away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Under my umbrella (ella, ella, eh, eh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;p.s: cause its a rainy day, okay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-3506963581636074289?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3506963581636074289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=3506963581636074289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/3506963581636074289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/3506963581636074289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/10/under-my-umbrella-ella-ella-eh-eh-cause.html' title='rain, rain, go away.'/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-5728264055101515578</id><published>2008-10-08T16:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:45:58.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realised, I didn't really tell you guys that I have cut my hair short. I actually cut it on the Hari Raya week. I cut it short. I mean, I wanted a change. I get bored with my hair, easily. Which is sad, cause I liked my previous hairstyle. Hari Raya does not feel like Hari Raya, because of the exam mode. I mean, you are enjoying yourself, but that little voice keeps nagging at you, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"EXAM! EXAM! EXAM!"&lt;/span&gt; That spoils your mood instantly. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to eat lunch with F at triple 8's KFC. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Had a blast. (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now, I'm back home &amp;amp; bored. I mean, I've got months of freedom to look forward to. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My guess it's a good thing?&lt;/span&gt; I think I'm going to take up a language class, see how it goes. Especially since I'm not working while the rest of the N' level students are working. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt; Most of my classmates are at the chalet. I think I'm going. Almost everyone wants me to go. Take pictures, etc. Since this may be the last year we all see each other. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt; F &amp;amp; I had an unlucky day, mostly because it rained heavily. I mean, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thunderstorm rain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Torrential rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm not exaggerating. We ended up waiting for some kind soul to help us cross the road so that we could take the bus. We did eventually get to the bus stop. Only, we didn't board the bus. We waited for F's friend to bring a brellie&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; (umbrella)&lt;/span&gt; to us. We walked home, with the brellie. Even though the rain immediately stopped when the brellie was with us. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Darnit, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-5728264055101515578?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5728264055101515578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=5728264055101515578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/5728264055101515578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/5728264055101515578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-realised-i-didnt-really-tell-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-1433367778283415576</id><published>2008-10-05T17:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:46:13.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I've gone French. At least in my blog address. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-1433367778283415576?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1433367778283415576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=1433367778283415576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/1433367778283415576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/1433367778283415576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-gone-french.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-5979489106254246903</id><published>2008-10-05T16:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:46:23.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know! I'm so sorry. It's been too long since my last post. 3 weeks at least. &amp;amp; now it's October. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Time flies, no?&lt;/span&gt; Soon, it'll be Christmas, then New Year. I'll turn a year older soon. Shikes! I'm turning older. 30 years already sound so old to me. (: Anyway, I've been busy with&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; (as usual)&lt;/span&gt;, school. I've sat for all my N' levels paper except for one, Principles Of Accounts (POA). It's going to end very, very soon. POA's on Tuesday. Hopefully I'll go to Secondary 5. I'm actually scared if I end up in ITE. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Honestly! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Raya was pleasant. Actually it'll be fun if not for the exam mood. I mean, we only had a day off. My sisters had exams the day after Raya. How depressing! Everyone from everywhere came here. &lt;span style=""&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;t was a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;blast. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Everyone's going back to where they came from tomorrow. That's gotta suck. Actually it does suck, big time. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to continue to study POA. Last paper, then &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;F-R-E-E-D-O-M!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;BOO-YA! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My posts so far have been short. There isn't much to talk about. Maybe soon.. just maybe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-5979489106254246903?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5979489106254246903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=5979489106254246903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/5979489106254246903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/5979489106254246903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-know-im-so-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-1005775951489060375</id><published>2008-09-18T18:05:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:55:46.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Continuing from where I left off from the last post, I've been walking &amp;amp; walking &amp;amp; walking. Quite literally. I mean, on Saturday, I shopped till I dropped &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(literally!).&lt;/span&gt; I mean, I was getting clothes &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(obviously!).&lt;/span&gt; Mum, sisters &amp;amp; I went to Vivo City. Actually, Mum &amp;amp; I planned to go to Ikea to buy a carpet for the room, but Dad called Mum &amp;amp; told her to bring us out for shopping. Was I delighted! I mean, I wanted to got shopping, sans the sisters (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ike it'll happen anytime soon).&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, we spent the whole day at Vivo, from shop to shop. It was fun &amp;amp; tiring. I was fasting, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, enough about the weekend. I'm sick. Very sick, but I'm trying to not miss any days for my fasting. So, I've been very sick &amp;amp; always in school, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;darnit.&lt;/span&gt; I  didn't want to go to school, but Mum wouldn't hear of it. I ended up in school this week, despite me being sick &amp;amp; having a freakin' fever. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why complain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my granduncles passed away the day before. My paternal grandfather's brother. Well, I think I got that right. Oh well. I mean, he is after all, old. So,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; God bless&lt;/span&gt; his soul. Such a kind soul, really. The death was not caused by any sickness, just passed away of old age &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(that's what everyone is telling me).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make a bargain or a compromise &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(at least)&lt;/span&gt; to my parents. I want them to allow me to go to our class chalet - 2 Compassion 2006. I mean, I have never slept over at a chalet before, so I would not mind if they would not allow me to sleep over. Just let me go there, have fun. I mean, it is after all&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (or maybe)&lt;/span&gt; the last year we are going to see each other. So, please let me go! (: I'll beg if I have to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(though it'll be the most desperate option).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Oh, can I please &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;not go to school tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Pretty please, with sugar on top? ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-1005775951489060375?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1005775951489060375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=1005775951489060375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/1005775951489060375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/1005775951489060375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/09/continuing-from-where-i-left-off-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-562731403737337551</id><published>2008-09-15T16:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:46:39.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The weekend was a blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; To say the least. I know I haven't been updating this blog in a while. It's just that school is taking up loads of my time. Not forgetting, my N' levels! Oh, it's going to end.. eventually. I keep telling myself that it'll end, just so I can do the papers properly. I mean, what if I don't get to go to Sec 5?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; OMGosh! &lt;/span&gt;I'm doomed. Anyway, Dad's giving me an incentive. If I pass my N' levels, he going to get me an iPhone. Hopefully, though. I mean, by the time the results come out, it'll be the next year. This is not fair. Especially since he kinda promised me that he'll get it for me soon. Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to shut down the computer cause I updated the iTunes. So till I log in/ blog again, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TAA- TAA! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-562731403737337551?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/562731403737337551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=562731403737337551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/562731403737337551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/562731403737337551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekend-was-blast-to-say-least.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-8321006924993933670</id><published>2008-09-10T19:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:46:47.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Edward Cullen is hot. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I mean, the Edward in the book. I do not really like the Edward in the movie. Oh well. I think I have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;an obsession for him. (: &lt;/span&gt;Which is dumb, because he is after all, a fictional character. Still.. I can't help but dream. (: Loads of people in my class are reading the book. Too bad. I bought all four of the books in record time. It all started last two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirs, Mum &amp;amp; I went to Causeway Point to buy stuffs. Then we headed to POPULAR bookstore because I had to buy my stationery. My sister, the ever extra one, wanted to buy a book. I was fairly pissed, because well I thought she &amp;amp; I made a pact to buy the second part of the sequel of Eragon. Did she buy it? Nope she didn't. Instead, she bought some ridiculous book where someone is holding an apple. The book is Twilight, Stephenie Meyer. I was freakin' pissed. So much for a pact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she read it that night. I was still frustrated with her. She kept on reading &amp;amp; reading &amp;amp; reading. I ignore the book until I finished my papers for that week, the September hols. It was only then that I absolutely fell in love with the book. I actually thought it was still dumb. It was after the first few pages did the book really caught my attention. I've loved it ever since. The next day, a Friday, after I finished reading Twilight, I was desperate for more. So, I waited patiently for Saturday to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday came &amp;amp;  I more or less made another pact. This time, with Auds. She was another sister who couldn't keep to her pact. This angered me a lot. Especially since this is the second time that a promise has been broken. Auds wanted to buy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Breaking Dawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I needed the New &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Moon &amp;amp; Eclipse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I knew Mum wouldn't allow us to buy all 3 that's why I had to get Auds to buy Eclipse. We made a fuss about it, as usual. Eventually, Mum agreed to buy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all 3! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMGawd!&lt;/span&gt; This is the first time my sisters &amp;amp; I have a complete set of the sequel. I mean, Harry Potter didn't even come close to being completed. Nor will it be in the future. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(: Edward Cullen is heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the Bella in the movie, though I like the Bella in the book. Too bad. Twilight is coming out duing Christmas, Dec 25. Oh hell, that's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;darnit long. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-8321006924993933670?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8321006924993933670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=8321006924993933670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/8321006924993933670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/8321006924993933670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/09/edward-cullen-is-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-2997830357192137503</id><published>2008-08-29T20:46:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:47:06.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gold, baby!</title><content type='html'>Oh, Oh, Oh! I finally, finally, finally,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FINALLY&lt;/span&gt; got a medal! I mean, the first in my secondary school life  &amp;amp; I am already in secondary 4. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UN-FREAKIN'-BELIEVABLE! (:&lt;/span&gt; It's exciting, really. I got, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I've never really gotten a gold in my entire life, so it is exciting. Teacher's day celebration yesterday was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAN-UBER-TAS-TIC! (: &lt;/span&gt;I'm currently listening to Westlife. Basically, reminiscing. N' levels are here. On Tuesday is the start of N' levels. Malay Paper 1 &amp;amp; 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just a smile and the rain is gone&lt;br /&gt;Can hardly believe it (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;There's an angel standing next to me&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a smile and there's no way back&lt;br /&gt;Can hardly believe it (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;But there's an angel calling me&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holdin I'll be ok now&lt;br /&gt;This time it's real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay my love on you&lt;br /&gt;It's all I wanna do&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I breathe I feel brand new&lt;br /&gt;You open up my heart&lt;br /&gt;Show me all your love, and walk right through&lt;br /&gt;As I lay my love on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lost in a lonely place&lt;br /&gt;Could hardly believe it (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Holding onto yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;Far, far too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe its ok cause this time it's real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay my love on you&lt;br /&gt;It's all I wanna do&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I breathe I feel brand new&lt;br /&gt;You open up my heart&lt;br /&gt;Show me all your love, and walk right through(oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;As I lay my love on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that love could feel so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;You change my world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay my love on you&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel brand new&lt;br /&gt;Show me all love, and walk right through(oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;As I lay my love on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay my love on you&lt;br /&gt;It's all I wanna do&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I breathe I feel brand new&lt;br /&gt;You open up my heart&lt;br /&gt;Show me all your love, and walk right through&lt;br /&gt;As I lay my love on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay my love on you&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel brand new&lt;br /&gt;You open up my heart&lt;br /&gt;Show me all your love, and walk right through&lt;br /&gt;As I lay my love on you&lt;br /&gt;As I lay my love on you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Westlife - I Lay My Love On You (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my all-time favourite song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-2997830357192137503?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2997830357192137503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=2997830357192137503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/2997830357192137503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/2997830357192137503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-oh-oh-i-finally-finally-finally.html' title='Gold, baby!'/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-3731229901322975069</id><published>2008-08-22T22:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:47:19.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(: I'm so sleepy. I've got tons of homework to do. My N' levels is in 10 days &amp;amp; counting. Oh, yeah, Uncle isn't even going to America. He's currently in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(of all places)&lt;/span&gt;, India! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh, the joy! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's so shocking because Uncle has never really been to India. Maybe Grandfather is lying. Oh well,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; I don't really know, now do I?&lt;/span&gt; I'm so annoyed that I had to come home kinda later than usual today because of Economics. I know that my Economics Prelims 2 is coming, but it's just that I really dislike it when classes start an hour and a half after school ends. It's too long. I was actually lost as to what to do because I could not go to the library, which is under construction. Oh well. So, I ended up spending the time with D. I like her because she's really straightforward in a nice way. She is after all, the President of the Student Council &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(SC).&lt;/span&gt; I'm aware that she will get far in life since she is a determined person. Anyway, I've done enough posting about someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been pretty mundane, to say the least. We went through all our Prelims paper. I passed all except, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(obviously!) &lt;/span&gt;Math. Maybe I posted it before. Oh well. I need to pass my Math seeing that it is related to practically everything. Like everyplace you see/ look, numbers are surrounding your space. From the time, to the date, etc. So, I cannot really escape from Math, therefore, it is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;essential&lt;/span&gt; for me to ace it. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Really ace it. (: &lt;/span&gt;Oh well, all the best in that as I honestly suck in Math. This doesn't mean I won't try my best to pass it. I'm really not one to give up so easily. So, I will give it my all. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh, the determination! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are out, having dinner &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(probably).&lt;/span&gt; I think I'm going furniture shopping tomorrow. All the old furniture have finally moved out. A distant relative of mine took it. At least it's not all gone. I was actually sad that I did not get a chance to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bid farewell &lt;/span&gt;to the furniture that have been there since I was born. It was kind of hard for me. It's just furniture, but it's something I've relied on for so long for the comfort it gives. Sounds so twisted! Mirs was also sad that she did not get to bid farewell. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm not the only one, okay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's way past my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bedtime. &lt;/span&gt;I should be going off, but I do not think I would. It's Friday &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;for crying out loud! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Maybe I should wake up early tomorrow so that I would be able to finish all the homework on Saturday, then study on Sunday instead of cramping it all on Sunday. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;What a fabulous idea! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;p.s: The highlighted phrases are supposed to be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sarcastic. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-3731229901322975069?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3731229901322975069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=3731229901322975069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/3731229901322975069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/3731229901322975069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-so-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-2690320725396711598</id><published>2008-08-20T20:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:47:32.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohmy, Ohmy, Ohmy! I so badly want the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;iPhone.&lt;/span&gt; I'm not sure when I'm getting one, hopefully soon. Oh well. I'll be able to make it to Secondary Five with the results &amp;amp; grades that I'm getting. That's a plus. Still, I'm disappointed in my results because I barely passed my Chemistry paper. That reminds me, I've got to check my school's website. Hold a moment, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I checked it already. Well, I basically did badly for my Prelims exams, though there's an improvement in my POA &amp;amp; Combined Sciences. (: I just need to pass my freaking Math. Just give me a B3- C5 &amp;amp; I'll be satisfied, for now. Going to be short because I really want to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Toodles &amp;amp; Take care! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-2690320725396711598?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2690320725396711598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=2690320725396711598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/2690320725396711598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/2690320725396711598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/08/ohmy-ohmy-ohmy-i-so-badly-want-iphone.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-2793458494523187446</id><published>2008-08-16T15:19:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:48:39.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Earle Swensens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is awesome! (: Yeah, I had a blast there. It was my first time there, like the rest of my family. We went with my Uncle &amp;amp; Aunt. Apparently, it's the higher end of Swensens. Anyway, I ate &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lobster with Black Pepper Pasta. &lt;/span&gt;Oh, man, was it delicious. (: Since my meal was entitled to a Salad Buffet, I went to eat salad. I felt very healthy. My food took a while, so I munched on salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of my meal, I was stuffed like an elephant. (: The food was uber fantastic. After our meal, 10.30 pm, we walked around. Gosh! was the place humongous. It was actually boring because most of the shops were closed. With no shops opened, the whole family went back to my Uncle's place. Might as well, I was all getting sleepy. After each meal, I'm bound to head to bed. Only I didn't when we got to my Uncle's place. My sisters &amp;amp; I watched the Tennis match between &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spain &amp;amp; Serbia.&lt;/span&gt; Obviously between &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rafael Nadal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Novak Djokovic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so wanted &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Djokovic&lt;/span&gt; to win. I mean, let him win! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadal&lt;/span&gt; has won too many tournaments already. Oh well. (: At least he'll be playing against James something for the Bronze medal. Still.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so depressing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! I'm so so so absolutely tired today. Thank God there isn't any major plans. (: Let my body system recharge itself. I'm still full because of last night. Gosh! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Help me! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-2793458494523187446?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2793458494523187446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=2793458494523187446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/2793458494523187446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/2793458494523187446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/08/earle-swensens-was-shit-good-shit-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-7921386554160811214</id><published>2008-08-15T11:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:47:55.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The morning seemed to drag.. Last night I couldn't sleep because of my maid. She was talking on the phone like no one's business. Her irritating handphone kept ringing the whole night. If that wasn't bad enough, the horrendous clock started ringing. And that was at 4 am! The only reason I was sleeping with her is because I'm sick. I should actually blame this on Mum, for ordering me to sleep with her, despite my protests. Oh well.. I've been awake since 10 am, I have yet to take a bath&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (you could prolly smell me from wherever you are:)).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surprisingly &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(or not surprisingly)&lt;/span&gt; had no unusual dreams. Maybe I'll take a bath after posting this. (:&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I have yet to recover. Slowly, but surely. My throat hurts. Drinking water &amp;amp; sucking on Strepsils isn't going to help much. Oh well, better to listen to Mum's instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been trying to come up with a new blog name. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;www.nutsdarling.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt; appears to be.. dumb, for me. (: After coming up with many names, I'll eventually stick to this one. Oh well, might as well be, cause I've run out of ideas. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be meeting my mate around 2 or 3 pm. That leaves me with loads of time to myself, which is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;OMGosh! I've been asked if I would want to watch Love Guru. Sorry F, but I disgust movies like that. Too much of a slap- stick.&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; I dislike Mike Myers. Jessica Alba should know better than to act in such a movie. Plus it's kinda controversial. It's rated NC16 because of Sexual Humour. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Eeeewwww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Movie critics rate it below 2/5. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why bother?&lt;/span&gt; The critics probably have much more experience that we do in such movies &amp;amp; even they think this movie stinks. Oh well. No pun intended, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shadows fill an empty heart&lt;br /&gt;As love is fading,&lt;br /&gt;From all the things that we are&lt;br /&gt;But are not saying.&lt;br /&gt;Can we see beyond the scars&lt;br /&gt;And make it to the dawn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change the colors of the sky.&lt;br /&gt;And open up to&lt;br /&gt;The ways you made me feel alive,&lt;br /&gt;The ways I loved you.&lt;br /&gt;For all the things that never died,&lt;br /&gt;To make it through the night,&lt;br /&gt;Love will find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about now?&lt;br /&gt;What about today?&lt;br /&gt;What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;What if our love never went away?&lt;br /&gt;What if it's lost behind words we could never find?&lt;br /&gt;Baby, before it's too late,&lt;br /&gt;What about now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is breaking in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;To start a new day.&lt;br /&gt;This broken heart can still survive&lt;br /&gt;With a touch of your grace.&lt;br /&gt;Shadows fade into the light.&lt;br /&gt;I am by your side,&lt;br /&gt;Where love will find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about now?&lt;br /&gt;What about today?&lt;br /&gt;What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;What if our love, it never went away?&lt;br /&gt;What if it's lost behind words we could never find?&lt;br /&gt;Baby, before it's too late,&lt;br /&gt;What about now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we're here,&lt;br /&gt;Now that we've come this far,&lt;br /&gt;Just hold on.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to fear,&lt;br /&gt;For I am right beside you.&lt;br /&gt;For all my life,&lt;br /&gt;I am yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about now?&lt;br /&gt;What about today?&lt;br /&gt;What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;What if our love never went away?&lt;br /&gt;What if it's lost behind words we could never find?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about now?&lt;br /&gt;What about today?&lt;br /&gt;What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;What if our love never went away?&lt;br /&gt;What if it's lost behind words we could never find?&lt;br /&gt;Baby, before it's too late,&lt;br /&gt;Baby, before it's too late,&lt;br /&gt;Baby, before it's too late,&lt;br /&gt;What about now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughtry - What About Now? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so love this song, because it's so touching. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-7921386554160811214?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7921386554160811214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=7921386554160811214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/7921386554160811214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/7921386554160811214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/08/morning-seems-to-drag.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-9194056496383867822</id><published>2008-08-14T21:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:48:50.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am going to meet one of my mates, F tomorrow. It's been a while since I last saw her, last year. Both of us have always wanted to meet each other, but our schedules make it impossible to do so. Now, we finally have the chance to meet each other. This should be exciting. (: With any luck, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't be full. Evidently, that is where our get- together would be held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an influx of posts because I've got loads of time to spare. Since there's no school until Monday. It makes me&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;deliriously euphoric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to think so. My days of toiling are halted, for now. It's the best time to mentally prepare myself for the N' levels that is ahead of me. Let me think of it as another obstacle that I can obviously overcome, but how well would I actually overcome it? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Would it be good enough for me to go to secondary five?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is not the time for me to start questioning myself. I cannot help it. Oh well. (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm going off, to watch the Basketball match, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Argentina vs. Croatia. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not choose sides, because I don't know the strengths of the teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;p.s: It's finally Friday &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Movie Marathon!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-9194056496383867822?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/9194056496383867822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=9194056496383867822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/9194056496383867822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/9194056496383867822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-going-to-meet-one-of-my-mates.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-7497577255443905121</id><published>2008-08-14T20:02:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:49:02.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All right. I've just realised that my posts are getting &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;shorter &amp;amp; shorter.&lt;/span&gt; Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm recovering from my &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;bout of fever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;which is a good thing. Fever reminds me of the colour yellow. My throat still hurts, though. I had the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;best sleep &amp;amp; the weirdest dream&lt;/span&gt; last night. Which I have yet to ponder over. I did however, manage to conclude that it's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;uber farcical.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Might as well let it be, because it'll only cause me to lose many sleepless night ruminating on the peculiar dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up fully satisfied, although I wouldn't mind a few more hours of sleep. I woke up at an unearthly hour, 12.30 pm. If it wasn't for my maid, I'd sleep through until &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; knows what time. (: I procrastinated &amp;amp; finally took a bath at 1.30 pm. Can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently listening to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Big R Radio ^ The Mix&lt;/span&gt;, it's an internet radio station (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;for those living under the nutshell).&lt;/span&gt; The song that is being played is Leona Lewis - Bleeding Love.  I changed my radio station to&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Big R Radio ^ The Hawk&lt;/span&gt;. Song playing is Alicia Keys - No One. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one's really online. It's getting boring, except for the fact that the songs being played are my favourites. It's also fun listening to new songs. This'll help me expand my musical tastes, making me more well- rounded. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, I'm just crapping everything out so that this post would be long. I like long posts. The longer, the more fun &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(in my opini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Loosen up my buttons, darling" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sounds so &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;wickedly naughty.&lt;/span&gt; (;&lt;br /&gt;That's actually the whole purpose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-7497577255443905121?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7497577255443905121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=7497577255443905121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/7497577255443905121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/7497577255443905121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-3321806091710236463</id><published>2008-08-13T12:23:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:49:11.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's finally over! Prelims, that is. Though the N' levels are still etched at the back of my mind. Oh well, at least I can finally recover properly from my fever. That's actually a nice thought. I've got no school from today until next week. Bloody fantastic, no? My voice (if you could hear) sounds like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mickey Mouse.&lt;/span&gt; Or maybe &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bugs Bunny.&lt;/span&gt; (: Sick, right? Today's Math Paper 2 was OMGosh! doable. I was actually happy that I could do most of it, except for the ridiculous equations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's POA Paper 1 was fairly simple &amp;amp; hard. I know I didn't study it properly because I was so sick. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Lame excuse, I know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Though it seemed inevitable that I would fall sick. It's always been like that. Maybe I was subconsciously stressing my mind out. Might as well get it over &amp;amp; done with. Hopefully I don't have any major sickness during my N' levels or O' levels. Yes,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm such a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;special student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that I get to do both N'  &amp;amp; O' levels at the same time. If only I was more hardworking, I'd get to skip N' levels altogether. No worries, though. I'm fine with this whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L &amp;amp; me are getting amusingly closer. Which is weird, by all accounts. I don't mind though, not that much. Anyway, I want to go out with E &amp;amp; K during this short 'break', but I highly doubt that I'd be allowed to. Oh well, they're not really my close friends. If I do eventually go out, I'd mentally prepare myself of the many misfortunes that may befall upon me. Sounds so literature- ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so much more calm than I was last week. (: I want to study like hell for my N' levels, but the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;devil&lt;/span&gt; in me doesn't really respond well to me studying. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Who am I to complain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; devil&lt;/span&gt; we're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently reading &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Christopher Paolini's Eragon.&lt;/span&gt; You should know, that there are many scenes cut out from the movie. For example; Eragon's uncle Garrow, isn't killed by the Ra' Zacs as shown in the movie. Another example; It took a while for Eragon to find a suitable name for the it (dragon), eventually settling on the name Saphira. Those are among the many things that have been taken out to fit the movie. Oh well, I cannot really say anything because I'm no director/producer.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;p.s: Now, I don't really need to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;conspire&lt;/span&gt; to anything. (:&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/553987602087650729-3321806091710236463?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3321806091710236463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=3321806091710236463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/3321806091710236463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/3321806091710236463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-finally-over-prelims-that-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-267565625383187539</id><published>2008-08-11T11:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:49:21.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up early today. Too early for my liking, 9.00 am. Gosh! You cannot believe this, I think I'm going to be sick. I cannot afford that to happen right now, not when I've still got to sit for 2 papers tomorrow. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;POA Paper 1&lt;/span&gt; is tomorrow. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Math Paper 2&lt;/span&gt; in on Wednesday. I know, no time to fall sick. Well, except for Thursday &amp;amp; Friday. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh, the conspiracy. &lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is becoming so random. Life is so random. Oh well, might as well be or I'll die of routines.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are tiny. I could hardly see what I'm typing. I couldn't sleep, hence the early rise. (: Now, my head's a little dizzy/ giddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y &amp;amp; me are planning to watch a movie, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Mummy: Tomb of The Dragon Emperor.&lt;/span&gt; Hopefully, I got it right. Oh well, I want to watch it, it's just that I don't think I would be allowed to go. It's worth a shot, I guess. Coming from the fact that I should study right now so that I'll be ready for tomorrow's paper &amp;amp; be allowed to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm logging off, now! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-267565625383187539?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/267565625383187539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=267565625383187539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/267565625383187539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/267565625383187539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-woke-up-early-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-4043990964591426797</id><published>2008-08-11T00:13:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:49:34.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dumb blonde!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;OMGosh!&lt;/span&gt; I didn't realise that I could actually do anything else to this post. Other than type maniacally on it. I could do this, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Hello, you!"&lt;/span&gt; add colour! Oh, the revelation! (: &lt;div&gt;Now, you all know how &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;outdated &amp;amp; dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am! Ohmy, I could even enlarge it. I mean, I knew the normal computers were able to do it, but the iMac? Who'd knew it was just hidden from me. This goes to show that I have yet to explore the iMac fully. (: It's just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;an excuse, okay. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Now, let's check this shit out !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &amp;amp; don't expect me to always add colour/ enlarge or anything to the usual posts, okay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-4043990964591426797?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4043990964591426797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=4043990964591426797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/4043990964591426797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/4043990964591426797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/08/omgosh-i-didnt-realise-that-i-could.html' title='dumb blonde!'/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-6770307858625323244</id><published>2008-08-10T23:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:49:47.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is why I'm up this late on a Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;- there's no school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;- I think I'll watch the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Olympics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- still chatting to a few people. (conversations never seem to die.)&lt;br /&gt;- curiosity. (see who's online.)&lt;br /&gt;- listening to my&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; iTunes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone from my past life came online.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Oh, how I missed him.&lt;/span&gt; He's not even from here. He's from across the world. A full 24 hour plane ride from here or maybe more than that. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Go figure! &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, I miss him. Shan't reveal any more details about that. All I can say is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;his initial is D&lt;/span&gt;. (: I'll call him D from now onwards. Which I have been doing to all my mates (initials, that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is now 12.00 am. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hello Monday! &lt;/span&gt;The only reason the blog has not been posted since 11.30 something is because I'm chatting with everyone else. I'm currently &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Aunt Agony&lt;/span&gt; to someone. So, if you want me as your &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Aunt Agony&lt;/span&gt;, please do &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;leave a comment. (: &lt;/span&gt; Gosh! You can either take it as a joke &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(a rather lame one, that is)&lt;/span&gt; or you can take it seriously (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;which is dumb, by all accounts). &lt;/span&gt; I'll go off now, I think.&lt;br /&gt;I can barely see what I've typed. (:&lt;br /&gt;POA Paper 1 on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'll be seeing D online tomorrow, webcam (hopefully!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-6770307858625323244?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6770307858625323244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=6770307858625323244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/6770307858625323244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/6770307858625323244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-why-im-up-this-late-on-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-3274754951798582332</id><published>2008-08-09T15:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:49:57.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know! I'm blogging on a Saturday. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Olympic Beijing 2008 Opening Ceremony was kick ass! (&lt;/span&gt;: It was uber &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;fantastic.&lt;/span&gt; I mean, OMGosh! it was beyond what I actually expected. I think it's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;beyond words. &lt;/span&gt; I wanna watch it again. I wish I was actually there to really experience the atmosphere. I mean, it comes once every four years, so in my lifetime, I wanna experience at least 5 Olympic opening ceremony. (: That was random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Connect S'pore&lt;/span&gt; was such a waste of time. I was actually going to give it a chance, but &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the other school was such a pain.&lt;/span&gt; In the end, my area didn't even recite the pledge or anything. The chain was broken because the other school kept on moving back &amp;amp; forth. Shit, right? Oh well, could've just went home &amp;amp; slept. The sacrifices that students make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's Geography Paper was challenging. It was! I'm already &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bummed&lt;/span&gt; because of it. I came into the exam venue 10 minutes late. The reason, I didn't wear school socks. Then the vice- principal came &amp;amp; lectured those who didn't wear school socks. Actually, quite a number of my mates didn't. Oh well. I couldn't really be bothered, because it was kinda dumb. You've probably heard the lecture a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;million times&lt;/span&gt;, in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;different versions.&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-3274754951798582332?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3274754951798582332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=3274754951798582332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/3274754951798582332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/3274754951798582332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-know-im-blogging-on-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-4820803949220267514</id><published>2008-08-07T19:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:50:07.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OMGosh! BOO-YA!&lt;/span&gt; My team, won the Netball Inter- Class Competition. In view of the coming Olympic Beijing 2008, my school dedicated this week to sports. I guess it's to encourage us or something. Maybe fair-play, etc. What do I know? The game started off quite badly, though. Too many mishaps. Honestly. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, one of the team- members kinda fell when a ball hit her face. So, she felt so giddy. Stopped the game for a while so that we could get her off the court.&lt;br /&gt;Second mishap, it rained! Yes, rained/ drizzled. No big different, now is there? Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Third mishap, someone sprained her ankle. That someone was from my team! Panic, no? Might as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended an hour earlier than it was supposed to. (:&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; the best part is, tomorrow's my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Geography Paper!&lt;/span&gt; (: Then that reminds me, today's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chemistry Paper&lt;/span&gt; was so &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;freakishly hard!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Physics Paper&lt;/span&gt; was so much more easier to do! And I revised for Chemistry more than Physics, okay. Like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;whatthehell&lt;/span&gt;, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the eve of the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;National Day&lt;/span&gt;. Tomorrow is also the start of the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Olympics Beijing 2008.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cool or what?&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, since it's the eve of National Day, my school will be participating in the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Connect Singapore.&lt;/span&gt; Apparently, it's the first of its kind in history. So that means, we'll be part of an important milestone or something. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a little something about &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Connect Singapore&lt;/span&gt;. There'll be many schools participating in this. You're supposed to hold hands to the person beside you. Then, we'll be reciting the pledge. If I'm not wrong, sing the National Anthem too. (:&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Guest-Of-Honour&lt;/span&gt; is... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(drum roll, please)&lt;/span&gt; our very own &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;President, Mr Nathan! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, back to studying. (: All the best, yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-4820803949220267514?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4820803949220267514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=4820803949220267514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/4820803949220267514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/4820803949220267514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/08/omgosh-boo-ya-my-team-won-netball-inter.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-9124955620057316307</id><published>2008-08-03T20:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:50:27.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Prelims&lt;/span&gt; have finally started. Maybe I blogged it on Friday. Still, it does no wrong to blog it again. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm multi- tasking. Blogging, chatting &amp;amp; singing along to Mika's Big Girl (You Are Beautiful)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a short one cause I can't multi- task for a long time. I went to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Geylang&lt;/span&gt; on yesterday to buy my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Baju Kurong.&lt;/span&gt; Kinda nice, but I prefer the white one with a different design. I didn't get to buy it because it was dirty. It had spots on it. Too bad, because I so fell in love with it. Tomorrow's paper is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Social Studies &amp;amp; Mathematics Paper 1.&lt;/span&gt; You should also know, the quality of my Social Studies is getting worse. Which is sad, because I love the subject loads. Oh well, I hope I do this well this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's coming back on Tuesday! That's something to be happy about. Mum feels better already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your fingers crossed! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-9124955620057316307?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/9124955620057316307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=9124955620057316307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/9124955620057316307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/9124955620057316307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-prelims-have-finally-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-8782679663610753298</id><published>2008-08-01T20:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:50:37.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mum's sick. Really sick. The usual fever sick. So, I guess it's not all that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;English Prelim Paper 1 &amp;amp; 2 &lt;/span&gt;was hard. Actually, Paper 1 was hard. Paper 2 was not as hard, but hard. I kept in mind what my English teacher told me about my mistakes. Now, I'm scared that I 'lifted' the answers a lot. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Darn!&lt;/span&gt; Just when I thought I'd really pass this one with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;flying colours. &lt;/span&gt; Paper 1 is over 60. I plan to get at least more than 49 marks. (: Paper 2 is over 80. I plan to get a lot more than what I got for MYE. Honestly! (:&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I'll be able to achieve that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Dad. He's away. Wonder how he's doing. Hopefully he's fine. Yesterday he called, but I didn't get to talk to him because he was in a rush. Only Grandfather &amp;amp; Uncle did. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still got loads more papers to finish before the Prelims is over. A lot more. Gosh! It sounds so depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tonight's movie pick is (drum roll, please) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AKEELAH &amp;amp; THE BEE! (:&lt;/span&gt; Oh, do I so love this movie. It's so funny. (: Ah well.. I'm watching it NOW! Good- bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-8782679663610753298?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8782679663610753298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=8782679663610753298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/8782679663610753298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/8782679663610753298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/08/mums-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-8165879019926683625</id><published>2008-07-25T22:19:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T21:09:59.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Movie marathon! (:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, I like to watch movies on Friday nights at home! I think that's an uber fantastic way to usher in my weekend! (: Oh, last week's movie was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lizzie McGuire: The Movie.&lt;/span&gt; Yes, it's old, but I like it. I'm a sentimentalist. Tonight's movies are; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Golden Compass &amp;amp; Coach Carter. &lt;/span&gt;The latter, I have yet to watch it tonight. It's on the list, though. I'm going to watch Coach Carter after I'm done updating this blog of mine. (: I've actually watched it in school before, it's so nice &amp;amp; so darn touching. So, I'm watching it again. Just so you know, I dislike watching any movies more than trice. I know I'm peculiar. That's the way I like it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to watch Coach Carter, yeah! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Happy weekend ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-8165879019926683625?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8165879019926683625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=8165879019926683625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/8165879019926683625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/8165879019926683625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/07/movie-marathon-yes-i-like-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-8610885298704557205</id><published>2008-07-25T13:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T21:09:45.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is Nanny's two- year anniversary. Well, it's been two years since Nan's passed away. I still feel sad, whenever I think about her. I think Granddad misses her dearly. Actually, everyone I know really misses her dearly. I miss her. Life has to go on, though. Granddad's still mourning over his loss. Obviously, they've been together for more six decades. That's longer than any grandparents' marriage that I know. Come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love at first sight,&lt;/span&gt; for them. If you'd hear how Granddad reminisces about their marriage &amp;amp; how they knew each other, it was a marvel itself. It's amazing how they could've found love at such a young age. Now, you can hardly find people who experiences love at first sight &amp;amp; still love each other for more than five decades. Now, marrying at a young age is so &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;taboo. &lt;/span&gt; Even my parents have yet to reach the three decade mark. Oh well.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; I miss Nan. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POA class test was confusingly hard. Honestly.  You'd think that it's just calculation &amp;amp; a little bit of math, but it isn't. It's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;English + Math + Theory&lt;/span&gt; rolled into one. Well, hopefully I'll pass. I'm going to ace every subject that I'm taking this year, except for Math, maybe. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mark my words, people! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(: Happy weekend, finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-8610885298704557205?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8610885298704557205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=8610885298704557205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/8610885298704557205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/8610885298704557205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-is-nannys-two-year-anniversary.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-2502482411797805870</id><published>2008-07-21T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:27:24.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is going to be a quickie because, my homework is finally piling up. Oh man! Well, I've finally seen S' friendster profile. (:&lt;br /&gt;Can't say much, so I'll say nothing regarding that. My Math teacher finally blew her top at us. I think, it's better that we self- study because the class seems so much quieter that way. Oh well.. My English class test, paper 2 is tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, it's raining tomorrow. Cause I don't want to do PE. I've been freezing in school. Honestly. I thought that my fingers were going to drop off anytime soon. (: Wouldn't it be cool to see that happen? I mean, except for the fact that you cannot hold/ grab things properly &amp; that it'll hurt once your body temperature is back to normal. Okay, this sounds twisted. Sounds so sadistic too. So, I shall stop &amp; start doing my homework. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless me. Did I tell you, I passed my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Economics Paper! (:&lt;/span&gt; Let's hope I pass this English class test too. Oh, it's better &amp; easier for me to say that I hope that I'll pass all my papers with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FLYING COLOURS! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-2502482411797805870?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2502482411797805870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=2502482411797805870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/2502482411797805870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/2502482411797805870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-going-to-be-quickie-because-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-276515227418121526</id><published>2008-07-18T23:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:14:15.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Notice you, noticing me! (: That girl is so DANGEROUS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Start laughing now. &lt;/span&gt;Cause the song is pretty ridiculous. I don't really know why I bother listening to it. Well, this is weird because I don't really like to listen to Hip-Hop/Rap. Oh well. It's better compared to listening to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;whatchamacallit?&lt;/span&gt;... Vanessa Hudgens. Really! Ok, let's not get too deep in this topic because it's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;to each it's own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGosh! There is no &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;'Whose Line Is It Anyway'&lt;/span&gt; tonight. How unbelievable! It's currently replaced by back-to-back 'House' episodes. Don't get me wrong, I like 'House'. It's just that when it overlaps one of my all time favourite TV shows, then would I get irate. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-276515227418121526?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/276515227418121526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=276515227418121526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/276515227418121526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/276515227418121526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/07/notice-you-noticing-me-that-girl-is-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-6294645286998415791</id><published>2008-07-18T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T21:58:33.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyho! (: All right, my Malay Oral was as bad as an unlucky day. Honestly! I freaked out &amp; cried! I mean, I didn't cry in front of the oral examiners. Just in front of my mates. I mean, they (my Malay mates) were all waiting for each other. Anyway, it was fast because there was only 6 of us taking Malay in the whole level. Still. So I was the second- last person. Started freakin' out because I didn't know the word &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;boros.&lt;/span&gt; I now forgot what the meaning was. Yeah, I crapped all the way. OMGosh! I have never been so despondent just cause of Oral. Urghhh! Someone do something to make me feel better! Our oral was held at DSS. Go figure. It was easy to get there because a few of them knew how to get there. I think the school is artistic. We were greeted by much of the students' artwork. Some very impressive. Others kinda normal. Who's to say right? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Art is personal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all right now. (: God! I don't even think I'll get a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Distinction&lt;/span&gt; for that. Maybe just a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Merit.&lt;/span&gt; I cried once I saw a familiar face outside of the school. Oh, I was filled with much panic &amp; stress. I broke down. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAH! (:&lt;/span&gt; Now, it's kinda weird that I cried. Though I still feel what I felt just now. (: Well, it's over and done with. Nothing much I can do about it. It'll take a while for me to mentally recover. Still, there's the weekend to look forward too! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-6294645286998415791?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6294645286998415791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=6294645286998415791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/6294645286998415791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/6294645286998415791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/07/heyho-all-right-my-malay-oral-was-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553987602087650729.post-4198665635167459026</id><published>2008-07-16T18:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:12:13.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My weekend came &amp; went in a snap! Really. Nothing much happened. I mean, I didn't really want anything  to happen because firstly, I wasn't feeling that well to begin with. Secondly, my mind was de-stressing itself. It's all because of English Oral. B&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;elieve me when I say that oral has a lot more impact on your mind than most of the school's activities. &lt;/span&gt;Honestly. So much has changed within this week. Okay, so indirectly it's only the second day of the school week. Sorry to burst your bubble, my school had an extended weekend. (: Still, I'm farther apart to my friends. I'm closer to people who not only used to be my friend, but also people whom I wouldn't even think that I'd be friends with. The irony of it all, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was a last minute Photo-taking session. Honestly. We (the class) wanted to wait until our co-form teacher gets back from his re- service, but the hired company was insistent that we take our class photo on that day itself. I was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;damn right pissed. &lt;/span&gt;When it came to group photos, we weren't even allowed to choose who we wanted to take pictures with. It was that sick. Oh well. Still, it wasn't complete w/o &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;HIM &lt;/span&gt;(co-form).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love you tomorrow.. The school will be extending our curriculum time just because we're having a movie screening. How incompetent! This year is crap compared to last, where we went to cinemas in Orchard to actually watch the movies. I wonder what movie they'll be showing this year that cannot be watched outside. Oh the rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got much homework to do. It's really beginning to pile up. Oh well, I'll do it all tonight, then. OMGosh! Malay Oral is coming! The day after tomorrow. OMGosh! I guess, it's doomsday. Just like the movie, 'Day after tomorrow' or something like that. (: Shucks. I don't really know how to mentally prepare myself. OMGosh. I'm getting complacent. Honestly, it's really bad. I drives me crazy that I'm behaving like this. I failed my SS class test, for the first time since Secondary three. It's that bad. Really bad. Worse than bad. It's beyond me. The funniest thing is, I'm the one controlling it. Oh, the pressure. I should probably stop now. Seeing that I've got much homework to be completed by tonight. Especially SS &amp; POA &amp; lemme see.. Math! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Bride Stripped Bare,&lt;/span&gt; is a damn hot book. Should read it. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553987602087650729-4198665635167459026?l=valentinesecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4198665635167459026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=553987602087650729&amp;postID=4198665635167459026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/4198665635167459026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553987602087650729/posts/default/4198665635167459026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinesecret.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-weekend-came-went-in-snap-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Naddy Darling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12727241095259074244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIBEQufwP08/SvrOcYVz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1yEKvvjd_iY/S220/IMG_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
