<?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-4464961800159259599</id><updated>2012-01-23T10:32:24.600+08:00</updated><category term='Islam'/><title type='text'>beautiful-imp</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>350</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-4201227956800920579</id><published>2011-12-31T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T23:29:20.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Post Before 2012</title><content type='html'>To summarise 2011 The Great, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I caught a sunrise and a sunset with my lovely friends. Both at the beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I had my first birthday surprise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I wore a mask outside and not look like a ridiculous person because I wasn't alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I went to the concerts of my favourite artists: Avril Lavigne and Britney Spears :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I rode roller coasters that took away my senses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I passed my N level well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I spent time with my crush. A lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I went halfway across the world to the UAE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My youngest cousin Ali is the greatest baby alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-AND a cousin in our family is the first to got married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah. My life is pretty cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I were to talk about 2000 And He11, everyone in my batch had struggled with studies because we weren't ready to go from 0 to 10. I had to spend almost 4 months without my mum. That was bloody hell those periods of time. And I lost an uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost not dreading 2012.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-4201227956800920579?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/4201227956800920579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=4201227956800920579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/4201227956800920579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/4201227956800920579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-post-before-2012.html' title='Last Post Before 2012'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-7434928402407026072</id><published>2011-12-31T14:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T14:32:38.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight We Are Young</title><content type='html'>To end the year, I went to the beach, watched Sherlock Holmes 2 and have &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama return home from the UAE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beach, I cycled with two of my closest friends. Although it was a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short trip, I was happy I could spend the year end with them given that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're going to different directions next year. East Coast Park was great &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too. So clean and beautiful. It's been a long time since I last went &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. Alhamdulillah for the sun yesterday. I was wondering if she will &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only come out to play when we're busy with school. The last thing I did &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was burying my toes into the sand and let the wave wash 'em away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dipping my feet in the water with my best friend as the sun takes its last &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bow for the day definitely gave me this tingle-like feeling to do better &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda dreading it though.. because I'll be taking my O. My friends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;won't totally be by my side and to make things worse, I'm turning 18. Can &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you imagine that? I can't. I see myself as a kid and 18 is just too adult &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me to handle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I hope that's mama I heard coming in the door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-7434928402407026072?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/7434928402407026072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=7434928402407026072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7434928402407026072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7434928402407026072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2011/12/tonight-we-are-young.html' title='Tonight We Are Young'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-2097172895754390381</id><published>2011-12-21T17:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T17:30:20.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart breaker</title><content type='html'>I told everyone that the day I get my heart broken is the day I will cut my own hair. I was just &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being dramatic. But today I did. I cut my own hair. I split it, grabbed the whole 2 bunches and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just... &lt;i&gt;snip&lt;/i&gt;. About four to five inches long. It's not short but it isn't pretty either. I have to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to some salon now. And then it'll be &lt;i&gt;way&lt;/i&gt; shorter. I don't know why I did it, because my heart is still &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;placed perfectly at its rightful spot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-2097172895754390381?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/2097172895754390381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=2097172895754390381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/2097172895754390381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/2097172895754390381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2011/12/heart-breaker.html' title='Heart breaker'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-8543073724778441827</id><published>2011-12-21T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T15:31:25.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Girl, Wha'chu Doin'?</title><content type='html'>Kids, remember when Uncle Barney was dating Aunt R--- Nah I'm not going to pretend anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But remember when I said there was nothing to talk about? Yeah, well, my life turned quite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting right after I posted that entry. It was pretty memorable but everyone knows I can't &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember anything beyond the last hour so I have to blog it. But before that, you have to know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that my English has turned horrendous. Like, before, it was bad, now it's &lt;i&gt;bad&lt;/i&gt; bad. It's &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting worse there was one time I had to sing the word 'opposite' like how Hi-5 did it last &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time. Like O-P-P-O-S-I-T-E! And I don't check my posts for spelling or grammatical errors I just &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scan through them to see if I've missed out on any point so yep, pardon my English, folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Oh god I know the future me in 2012 will so kill me right now-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told you I went out with Amirul to catch Breaking Dawn right? A few days later my family &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I celebrated our youngest cousin's first birthday. It was just our usual &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprise-with-the-cake routine only this time we put in a little more effort because Prince Ali &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is our little precious. I've never liked babies before him. He's just.. the coolest baby ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To those who follow me on Twitter: I take back my words. Reneesme isn't the most gorgeous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin is. End of story.) Anyways he has his own swing and slide now. A mini playground all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to himself. And a pool. I wonder what I got for my first birthday. Probably just cake. I wasn't &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cute kid. Sherra was. She was fat and chubby and very pretty -still pretty- and everyone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loved her. Everyone wanted to carry her... or so the pictures described it. I barely had baby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures at all. Actually my family doesn't even own one. Most of my childhood was spent in my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old neighbour's house. They took care of me -and Sherra but my relatives still adored her- while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both of my parents were working then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mini celebration was great. Ali got overwhelmed by his big toys that he cried and wouldn't &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go near them. He loved his toy gun though. Kept jumping at the sound of the pulled trigger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I met up with an old friend. Not sure if it was a date or not but whatever I had a good &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time. We watched You're The Apple Of My Eye and Happy Feet 2 and went to town just because I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt like going. That's not the best part though. The best part was when we headed to his house &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movies to grab his shoes and I, well.. I went to his house. And met his mum. I thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would be weird and scary but it wasn't at all. As soon as I stepped inside, I felt nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As normal as I can be. We resumed our date, or not-date whatever, and roamed a liiiitle around &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;town. My night ended pretty well. I survived without freaking out on him. I think he did though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought I was weird. He thought I was like a village kid coming to town for the first time so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anxious and excited and wanting to touch everything I could reach... He doesn't know I'm like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that all the time. I thought he was the weird one. I mean, how could you not touch and feel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;them, right? Feeling is adventurous and I.. am feeling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USS! USS! USS! I went to USS with the boys! It was fantastic. My favourite ride was the Mummy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now I have a new favourite, the Transformers! It was just so real and you feel like you're &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part of the movie. Love it love it love it! ...I pissed off my friends though. I went missing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for an hour with Helmi because we were cooling ourselves down by taking pictures all over the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;place. &lt;i&gt;Truly sorry you guys.&lt;/i&gt; Oh yeah, we also went bowling. I bowled for the first time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my friends. Of course I was a noob. Almost every ball went to drain thingy but I had fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to be great just because they're boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I caught 4 movies this month. The last show was New Year's Eve. Bad movie. It's rubbish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you guys shouldn't watch it if you hadn't. Two thumbs down for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my mum is away. And my dad almost killed me for going out. And coming home late. It was only &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once. The night at USS. And he's been bad mood-ing with me ever since. He tried to let go of it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I can't. I've also been quiet at home. I don't think he even knows of my N Level results &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless my mum told him. He never asked me about my results before so I didn't bother telling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every slip was either signed by mama or my sisters or myself. My relationship with my dad has &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always been like this so it's cool. We don't hold grudge or anything because that's just &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonsense and stupid. I pass by the way. My points were not at all what I expected. I teared &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right away the moment my form teachers showed me the "promoted" part of the slip. And now that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is over, I have made the decision to continue and take my O Level even though the initials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITE have been in my head since last year. I thought I want to experience it but as always I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't win when the universe is against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made some amendments to my "rules" for next year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Stay away from the things that are prohibited for me to touch. Or see. Or smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Speak up and be a more confident me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Stay grounded. I'm not meant to fly because I realised I hate roller coasters now. And I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't breathe more than 10 seconds under water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Save. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Pray. Consistently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Bloody start paying attention in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually already broken more than half the rules there but.. 2012 isn't until 10 days from &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now. Until then, keep calm and keep smiling. XO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-8543073724778441827?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/8543073724778441827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=8543073724778441827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/8543073724778441827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/8543073724778441827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2011/12/hey-girl-whachu-doin.html' title='Hey Girl, Wha&apos;chu Doin&apos;?'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-6891561584561431581</id><published>2011-12-01T22:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T23:31:33.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a lonely rich kid, I'm a lonely rich with chocolate kid.</title><content type='html'>It's been exactly two weeks since prom and exactly two weeks of doing nothing. I only went to the cinema once to catch Breaking Dawn Part 1. It was good. 4/5! Anti Twilight fans shouldn't compare it to Harry Potter though. It's absurd comparing vampires and werewolves with witches and wizards.  In terms of their storylines, though, you still can't compare them because they're both the same: Protecting your loved ones. Growing up. Choosing the good team. Fight only when necessary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've said that I've been doing nothing, there is no point in continuing to blog. Until I have something to say, goodbye now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-6891561584561431581?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/6891561584561431581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=6891561584561431581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/6891561584561431581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/6891561584561431581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2011/12/like-lonely-rich-kid-im-lonely-rich.html' title='Like a lonely rich kid, I&apos;m a lonely rich with chocolate kid.'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-2173401583320084292</id><published>2011-11-20T04:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T04:27:53.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D&amp;D</title><content type='html'>Dinner &amp; Dance. Otherwise known as Prom. Unfortunately my school doesn't know that. That's the only feedback I'm going to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just exactly one week ago, I'd be in the plane watching Friends With Benefits thinking who's going to fetch me at the airport and wondering if my aunt is going to be ok alone for a few short weeks before my cousin flies there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my return for prom, I haven't done much. I only shopped for a few stuff I needed for my room. Oh yeah, did I mentioned I was "scolded" by my sisters for not buying anything for myself in Abu Dhabi? Hahaha yeah they did. How can I shop for clothes over there when they're over here? I'd rather get scolded coming home empty handed than to come home with clothes I know they'd disapprove of. Tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I'm having a pretty good weekend. Amirul and I cycled to Woodlands Waterfront via the Park Connector (PCN). It took us 2 hours finding the place and spent an hour &amp; a half eating breakfast while climbing around the playground and enjoying the scenery. It was awesome. Spending time with him always has been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going home was easier, we only took another hour and a half. We wanted to continue cycling along the PCN to Marsiling and complete the journey because we didn't want to cycle the same route home. And we did, only we ended up back in Admiralty. I don't know how we got offtrack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who wants to "have the PCN experience," do stop at the low hill when you're heading towards Singapore Sports School. You will feel like you're on Telletubbies' field. That's how I felt when I was there. It was cool yet creepy at the same time. We spotted a dead frog by the side of the track. I took a picture and it looked it's been hopping for weeks without water or food. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At midnight I went to watch Kaiji 2! It was good. 4/5! I haven't watched the first one though. The guy Yagami Light from Death Note starred in it! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-2173401583320084292?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/2173401583320084292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=2173401583320084292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/2173401583320084292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/2173401583320084292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2011/11/d.html' title='D&amp;D'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-4281090730805006801</id><published>2011-11-16T03:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T03:57:11.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock knock. Who's there? I. I who?</title><content type='html'>...I who didn't spend a penny for her prom! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That statement is not entirely true. I mean, yes, I didn't spend a nickel for prom but an hour before I raked not only my brain but my siblings' brains out, I had used my November's allowance at Giant, Sembawang Shopping Center. Yep, all 100$ of 'em. I wasn't thinking straight, pardon my short insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me to beg around for short jobs -like running their errands for them- from my sibs. I could demand tips for my hard earned work! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 5 of them had agreed to sort-of help me out. My first 2 sisters scanned any appropriate dresses they could lend me in their head while Sherra dug her stuff of accessories for me. I kept changing clothes and have my two brothers agree upon them, or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like I'm Cinderella and they're my birds and mice friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I settled on kakCha's plain white T-shirt-dress I had worn before with also her black wedges and Sherra's very small colourful butterfly mask which looks better on my forehead than against my eyes. Imagine me, bitches. (...yeah I know I looked boring. Oh well that's the plan!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-4281090730805006801?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/4281090730805006801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=4281090730805006801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/4281090730805006801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/4281090730805006801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2011/11/knock-knock-whos-there-i-i-who.html' title='Knock knock. Who&apos;s there? I. I who?'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-6932750950707315610</id><published>2011-11-14T04:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T04:27:08.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot policeman, cute airline guy</title><content type='html'>What's up Abu Dhabi!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm just saying that because Kim Kardashian, Britney Spears and Janet Jackson said those words when they were there. Hehe hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I have to say "there" now because I am back in my home country. Some of you might also notice the absence of my "Day #xx: xxx" On another irrelevant note, I stayed there for 1 month and 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah I had a safe flight and journey back home. I went to the toilet thrice though. All in 1 hour. It was funny.. because I hurt my finger while trying to silently close the door. Everyone was mostly asleep at that time. See how considerate I am?? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get a wink. Heck I didn't even want to. Instead I watched Friends With Benefits, Monte Carlo and Easy A. It was very comfortable because I had two seats to myself. I got to stretch my legs, bring 'em up and everything. It was &lt;i&gt;tres&lt;/i&gt; cool. The downside was that this old couple took my seats and I was slow enough to only realize it after I've settled in the ones behind them. They got my window too! All I had was a few tiny peeks at theirs and the window behind me. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! I tried asking the stewardess for a cup of noodles when they were serving supper. Ultra cool! 'Ainul told me that her cousin asked for a cup when she was flying and I wanted to see if I could get one too. A tasteless brand but dude it's cup noodles on a plane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was greeted by my family of course and surprisingly, a sudden thin-looking Ali and his father, my uncle. They both look way thinner than I remembered. In Ali's case, he's growing up but my uncle.. whoa. What happened to you, dude!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.. I bet you're wondering how was my Britney Spears concert. Well, if I were to summarize it in one word, it would be: Brilliant! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney looks older but she has been, since she shaved her own head off. Still, she was a fantastic performer. She looked as hot as she does in her music videos. Even my aunt who was there to accompany me and to take pictures, who didn't know her new songs, enjoyed it. the crowd was awesome. I was at the pit stand and there were a lot of kids who stood near me so it wasn't as rowdy as the people at the back. I wished I was in there with them instead for a couple of songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it was a damn good concert. Comparing it to Janet Jackson's, Janet was horrible. I told you guys about it, didn't I? There were many cups of beer lying around. I bet they had to drink a lot to enjoy themselves at Janet's where as at Britney's, people were genuinely high enjoying her songs. Her remix made everything two times as great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened after the concert was even greater! But I shan't share it. XO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Farihin -I don't know if you still check your email or even read my blog-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot for the book and the photos! I thought 'Ainul was going to email them! &lt;br /&gt;Great, great time with you and your family. I cannot say enough thank-yous. Finish your A level hurry and come down here before you fly off to U! I miss you and 'Ainul already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-6932750950707315610?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/6932750950707315610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=6932750950707315610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/6932750950707315610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/6932750950707315610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2011/11/hot-policeman-cute-airline-guy.html' title='Hot policeman, cute airline guy'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-3900792519567575625</id><published>2011-11-11T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T00:01:37.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 30: It's Britney Bitch!</title><content type='html'>Guess who's going for the miss Britney Spears's Femme Fatale concert tomorrow evening!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-3900792519567575625?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/3900792519567575625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=3900792519567575625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/3900792519567575625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/3900792519567575625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-30-its-britney-bitch.html' title='Day 30: It&apos;s Britney Bitch!'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-3152039653703066440</id><published>2011-11-09T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T17:59:00.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 29: Saved by the man in the iron mask</title><content type='html'>We have officially moved as of November 3 2011. I was awoken by the constant calls and rings of bell by my awesome friend Farihin, and her sister 'Ainul and their mum. I was embarassed they had to see me for the first time in a very long time looking like a freaked out penguin -I was wearing black and white at that time-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They offered to help me pack the remains of the hotel apartment, the kitchen. We didn't know what my aunt wanted or didn't want to pack (she was working at that time), so we just grab every food item, cold hot, wet dry, and put them inside approximately almost 10 boxes. Yeah we were packing with a fresh from bed smelly girl amongst us. Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some issues regarding money and transport but all was well by the end of the night. Because the house smelled of paint and chemicals, and thousands of boxes, we were advised not to sleep in the house. Farihin's parents offered me to to sleep over at their house and I was reluctant of course but I also didn't want my aunt to pay us a room at another hotel just for one night. So I slept at Farihin's and my aunt slept at our neighbour's -also her office manager. also her close friend-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls and I spent the rest of the night watching shows from Farihin's laptop. I got to sleep in Farihin's warm bed. She has the heater thingy. I almost couldn't wake up I tell you. I also learned that 'Ainul was also from An-Nur, K2 Banana (I was from K2 Apple. APPLE, PEOPLE, APPLE). Funny! We barely talked in Irsyad and she changed to Al-Junied and now we're friends again! It was a little bit awkward to know that I've been classmates with both sisters. Haha I'm so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to the cinema to watch Tower Heist. 5/5!! I don't normally give shows that rating but Tower Heist's hilarious! It's a must-watch! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days I was either shopping for the new house or at home cleaning and fixing the computer, lights, rolling unrolling rolling unrolling the carpets again because my aunt couldn't make up her mind and making the house a pleasant one even though many boxes are still unpack. I hope I do more stuff for the house since I'm going back to Singapore pretty soon. Settling this home gives me an attachment to it. It's part of me already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...This country is, I must admit. It's my kind of a place to live in. Yes I'm half-hearted to go home but I've already booked my seat for the flight this Sunday, 13th of November. I will be arriving at noon. Cheer me up people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe I hooked-and-crooked on the thought that this prom is important. I traded a month of stay in my To-Go-To-Country and mega sales and winter!... for a 70$ entrance fee on a school event. I don't even have a dress or more importantly, a mask. I had my aunt paid more than a thousand for my flight ticket for an event that I couldn't even dance in. What was I thinking?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now going home ONLY for my family. And some friends. Ok only for my parents and siblings and Amirul. Sherra especially. Because I love you guys the most. Ok only because I'm the closest with the both of you. HAHA I couldn't even make up my mind why I'm going home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For hari raya haji, we went to a small gathering at one of my aunt's friends' house. We had a berbeque at their villa. First time I stepped into one. It's huge and cosy! Very beautiful the house. The gathering was for our fellow Singaporean friends only. I was relieved when I heard this because I heard the Arabs have a different way of celebrating eiduladha? I'm not sure. I met my 2nd cousin Mariam and her parents there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 8th of November, Farihin's family brought me to Dubai! We went to a mall called Ibn Battuta and then to Dubai Mall! Now I can say it's amazing. Before, when I went there with my aunt, we didn't walk around at all. We just ate and sat outside of the mall to watch the dancing fountain. Even though I hate crowded places, Dubai Mall is definitely an exception. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went to this mini amusement park place called the Global Village. It's not at all what I expected. It was even better. It is a little bit like Universal Studio(USS) but without rides and each entrance is a country and they sell stuff and some food from the represented country. Funny though, they don't really sell what's from the country they're representing, they just.. sell. To me only India sells stuff from their own country. We saw Phillipines promoting abayyas O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for shopping has grown from 5% to 50%. Yes, THAT much. I amaze myself sometimes, really. It's like a culture shock to myself when I found myself enjoying looking at stuff and buying something. It's a bad thing though. I hope it won't become an obsession to go out all the time from now onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my one and only day of leisure shopping, I bought a bag from New Look, and another from Forever21, a pair of Indian shoes from the global village, some stuff I just grab from Forever21 for my sisters, and 3 books from Kinokuniya -a novel and 2 guide books from Barney Stinson from How I Met Your Mother!- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I love Farihin and her family. Their kindness is just.. I can't even describe how great they are. Really. I pray they'll be rewarded with even badass jannah(heaven) in the future. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-3152039653703066440?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/3152039653703066440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=3152039653703066440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/3152039653703066440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/3152039653703066440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-29-saved-by-man-in-iron-mask.html' title='Day 29: Saved by the man in the iron mask'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-6688353780961293618</id><published>2011-11-01T14:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T18:19:18.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 21: Girls just wanna have fun</title><content type='html'>Note: I'm only seventeen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some boys take a beautiful girl and hide her away from the rest of the world~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hours ago, I would be one of those girls who would sing this song out loud, Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. I would be one of those girls who wants a woman as a president. Someone who wants to be an independent adventurer. Someone who doesn't need a man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also happen to be one of those who dream of a Princess-like wedding if I ever found my soulmate: A very spacious castle for everyone to run around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that changed when I had the most amazing dream in this middle-teenage life of mine. This may just be me waking up, excited to share this dream, and wanting it to happen. Yes, I want that dream to happen. I want that dream to happen right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me a girl, but that amazing dream was just me attending the simplest and fastest wedding ceremony ever. Mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could only recall our immediate family members and closest friends in the prayer hall of Kassim Mosque. There were less than 20 of us. I don't know what I was wearing -something creamy and boring- but that doesn't matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I say I want that dream to happen right now? Because here's what happened: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were getting married at this young age. Still teenagers. Maybe in our early twenties. We didn't have anything to support us. No money, no insurance, just families. We were both still schooling and taking part-time jobs. There was no exchange of gifts between our families either. But there were rings. Not diamond, just silver rings like the ones you can get for a dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time to exchange them, we didn't stop to pose for the camera. He didn't kiss my forehead, I didn't kiss his hand. I don't know which is the tradition, to kiss or not to kiss, but like I said, my wedding was too simple and too quick. Right after we were legally together, one of us whispered to "change and come back in 15 minutes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were both back, we didn't greet our guests like normal newly wed couples would. Instead, we sneaked in the family section of the prayer hall and he led us a thankful prayer. It was so surreal -and very tearful- but at the same time, I loved every minute of it. And then at the very spot we did our first handshake as official husband and wife. I led this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's be our very best of &lt;br /&gt;Man and wife, &lt;br /&gt;Lovers, &lt;br /&gt;And bestfriends..&lt;br /&gt;Together and of each other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was very special because as I said "man and wife," we will both stick our hands out. As I said "lovers," he will kneel just slightly above me. As I said "bestfriends," our left pinkies will be ready. And after I said "together and of each other," I will kiss my husband's hand and at the same time he will kiss my forehead as our pinkies intertwined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this very amusing. I'm so creative in my dreams xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN everything went as per tradition: We went back to everyone and greet our in-laws as our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Now you must be wondering who's this "we." Well, I won't tell. The "he" in the "we" in my dream may not be the one for me in real life but that's ok. At the end of it, whoever's my husband, he is one hell of a lucky guy ;D -ok no I'm just kidding. I hope this blog won't be leaked to him in the future, whoever he is-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-6688353780961293618?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/6688353780961293618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=6688353780961293618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/6688353780961293618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/6688353780961293618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-21-girls-just-wanna-have-fun.html' title='Day 21: Girls just wanna have fun'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-698330857474058006</id><published>2011-10-29T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T20:26:42.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 19: We're starting in 5.. 4.. 3..</title><content type='html'>Movies I have yet to watch zzz:&lt;br /&gt;Iron Man (There are 1 &amp;amp; 2 &amp;amp; 3 right?)&lt;br /&gt;Sherlock Holmes&lt;br /&gt;Black Swan -My oldest sister banned me from watching this. She said even if I'm 17 and ahem matured, it's still unappropriate for me. LOL she just gave me another reason to watch it even more, didn't she? Hahaha-&lt;br /&gt;Paranormal Activity&lt;br /&gt;Paranormal Activity 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the movies currently in cinemas. I'm the only one who's left behind:&lt;br /&gt;The Three Musketeers&lt;br /&gt;Lion King 3D&lt;br /&gt;In Time&lt;br /&gt;Footloose&lt;br /&gt;Real Steel&lt;br /&gt;Johny English Reborn&lt;br /&gt;The Thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are upcoming movies that I must watch. Especially the "(!!!)" hehehehhhh:&lt;br /&gt;Sherlock Holmes 2&lt;br /&gt;My Week Wiith Marilyn (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;The Perks Of Being A Wallflower (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Dawn Part 1 (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Puss In Boots &lt;br /&gt;Ghost Rider 2&lt;br /&gt;Men In Black 3&lt;br /&gt;American Reunion &lt;br /&gt;Titanic 3D&lt;br /&gt;The Avengers (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Ice Age 4 (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also the Amazing Spiderman.. but I'm never a fan of the the Spiderman movies. I know I left a few good movies out but who's counting right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-698330857474058006?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/698330857474058006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=698330857474058006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/698330857474058006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/698330857474058006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2011/10/are-you-ready-b-lets-go-get-em.html' title='Day 19: We&apos;re starting in 5.. 4.. 3..'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-7032651970069122153</id><published>2011-10-27T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T22:03:32.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 17: Keep talking, whoa, keep talking</title><content type='html'>I have been missing for the last 7 days. No, not lost in Abu Dhabi but just, lost in my own laziness. So it seems like I won't be posting everyday. I think that is a bit impossible even though I use the computer everyday. You see, not everyday I do things differently. Most of my days here are the same;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I wake up in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;2) Switch on the computer, hence&amp;nbsp;Skype&lt;br /&gt;3) Talk a bit&amp;nbsp;to my sister in school&lt;br /&gt;4) Load How I Met Your Mother (I started watching it from Pilot a week ago and I'm&amp;nbsp;at season 4 now!!)&lt;br /&gt;5) Shower pray eat&amp;nbsp; &amp;amp; watch HIMYM&lt;br /&gt;6) My aunt&amp;nbsp;will arrive home from work&lt;br /&gt;7) We will go out somewhere to have dinner&lt;br /&gt;8) Come home continue&amp;nbsp;watching HIMYM&lt;br /&gt;9) Find someone to talk to usually it's my sister again&lt;br /&gt;10) Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE CYCLE REPEATS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I 've been to quite a few malls here but no, I haven't gone shopping. Remember the huge aquarium I told you about in Dubai Mall? Yeah I haven't even gotten a good look at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we went to check out the new house which is just&amp;nbsp;minutes away from Abu Dhabi Mall. It was like from Sembawang MRT station to Sunplaza. Super near right? I love the view of the road and the mall from the living room's window. Will take a picture and post it on Instagram when I can. The sad news is that we are not even&amp;nbsp;quarter done packing and we have to move by end of this month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to live just 2 storeys higher&amp;nbsp;from my aunt's manager. It was kind of funny to me. Now her children Aiyah -the girl who gave me my first souvenir, a bracelet- and Feishal can play with me everyday after school! There's a mini park within the building. I thought I could use its small square&amp;nbsp;perimeter&amp;nbsp;for running. You have no idea how much I've gained over these past 2 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to post movies I have yet to watch next. Recommend me some!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-7032651970069122153?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/7032651970069122153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=7032651970069122153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7032651970069122153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7032651970069122153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2011/10/keep-talking-whoa-keep-talking.html' title='Day 17: Keep talking, whoa, keep talking'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-7428672192884040807</id><published>2011-10-21T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T03:09:43.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask the guy who've been dating the same girl for 9 years and that's only the first season</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Marshall: Being in a couple is hard. And committing, making sacrifices; it's hard. But if it's the right person, then it's easy. Looking at that girl and knowing she's all you really want out of life, that should be the easiest thing in the world. And if it's not like that, then she's not the one. I'm sorry.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-7428672192884040807?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/7428672192884040807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=7428672192884040807&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7428672192884040807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7428672192884040807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2011/10/ask-guy-whove-been-dating-same-girl-for.html' title='Ask the guy who&apos;ve been dating the same girl for 9 years and that&apos;s only the first season'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-7884500090125766610</id><published>2011-10-21T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T01:56:34.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10: Nothing at all</title><content type='html'>Because I woke up late, I was "absent" from class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...TEEHEE I love saying that! Did I tell you that I've been Skyping with my sister Sherra since Day 1? I did right? OK just let me tell you again. Whenever she's in class, we'll Skype. We never talk because she'll be busy doing her work and presentations so we just leave the webcam on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been using this sentence whenever we say goodnight at home: "See you in school!" :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm in poly already. Ok not really but I met some of her classmates. They're really interesting people. There's this 30 year old guy who looks like Pitbull. And then there's this smart guy who looks exactly like Dexter -the animated cartoon character in case you don't know- with his spectacles and height. There's also one guy who can beatbox very well. I've never heard him do it before but dude, he can beatbox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I didn't do any packing. My aunt didn't instruct me and I forgot to ask her. Instead, I explored the cable. There was only one good channel I found - National Geographic Channel. And then I watched 7 Days in Tibet. Brad Pitt doing an Austrian accent! Every line that came out of his mouth is damn funny! He played with Lupin, the guy from Harry Potter. Sorry I couldn't bother to check his real name. He was handsome in the past! Very.. charming :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-7884500090125766610?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/7884500090125766610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=7884500090125766610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7884500090125766610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7884500090125766610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-10-nothing-at-all.html' title='Day 10: Nothing at all'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-1893822993330242820</id><published>2011-10-20T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T22:10:14.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9: Now work it out</title><content type='html'>I spent the entire afternoon blasting Taylor Swift and Justin Bieber's music while unfolding and folding most of my late uncle's old clothes. Because the air conditioner here is centralised 24/7, I had a really hard time folding them and squeezing them into two &amp; a half big boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't close to my uncle but putting away his clothes first made me miss him. I'll always envy Ilya for being strong as she lost her father just two months after she turned 14. They were really close. I don't know what I would do if my dad were to be gone. We're very lucky we have a large family that supports us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow if I have work to do, remind me to change my music -NOT Jason Mraz's of course.- into something more loud, so that I can do my work better and faster. Maybe Jon Bonjovi or Eminem or Linkin Park or Evanescence (did I spell it correctly?) or whatever there is loud music on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't go out tonight but my aunt brought home some Thai dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...yeah actually I have nothing to post about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-1893822993330242820?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/1893822993330242820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=1893822993330242820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/1893822993330242820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/1893822993330242820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-9-now-work-it-out.html' title='Day 9: Now work it out'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-1932311401395027007</id><published>2011-10-19T04:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T04:21:46.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8: Pregnant lady by November</title><content type='html'>Today I'm home again. I was instructed by my aunt to pack boxes of tissues and the religious books we have in this cupboard full of my late uncle's stuff. -besides the tissues of course. haha!- You won't believe just how many boxes of tissues we have! They filled 2 big black bags! I saw more in the other cupboards.. Good lord, we can open a tissue store already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I packing? We are moving. It's one of the reasons why I'm here. To help my aunt move. We'll be moving near to Abu Dhabi Mall. Walking distance, at last! I'm kind of tired of taking cabs everytime we go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help me pack, I played Avril Lavigne and Jason Mraz's songs. From YouTube of course, where else right? I don't have a playlist of their songs of my own.. besides my LG phone. Which is with my mum. In Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm alone, I blasted their music out loud only to pause them for 1/2 an hour each for Zuhur and Asar. I felt guilty hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch I had fish briyani from this Lebanon restaurant nearby. It's good, you see. The other restaurants that have nasi briyani taste weird, and not like briyani at all. &lt;i&gt;Farihin, if you're still reading my blog, which I've banned you from even coming here, try the nasi briyani. Now get out of here :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that when I'm here, I've become quite.. creative. Fashion sense. Whenever I go out, I will wear my hijab differently. Today I went out like an ustazah, with pants. HAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-1932311401395027007?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/1932311401395027007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=1932311401395027007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/1932311401395027007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/1932311401395027007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-8-my-mr-z.html' title='Day 8: Pregnant lady by November'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-6587698293168095265</id><published>2011-10-18T02:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T02:13:54.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7: First stray cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Kids, I'm gonna tell you an incredible story. The story of how I met your mother...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love this show!? It's incredible! I spent today's afternoon&amp;nbsp;watching&amp;nbsp;it from the&amp;nbsp;first season. So far I've watched only 7 episodes but those 7 episodes cracked me up like no other motherchucker could. Heyyyy, say "no other motherchucker could" like a black woman with your hand in the air on the Z-formation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...WHADDUP!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I suck at being cool. And I know I tweeted that I'll finish reading Committed by today, but that book is super boring. It's still inside my luggage! To my dear friend Amirul, whom the book belongs to, I am so so so sorry we bought you that book for your birthday. It's horrible. It's for women of ages 35-40 years old. Older even!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is about marriage. Maybe it'll make another great movie after Eat Pray Love but for us to read.. &lt;em&gt;I'm only at chapter 3.&lt;/em&gt; I'm sighing out loud continuously as I type. I know one of these days I'm still going to continue reading for the sake of finishing it, but for now I am going share you my reviews on Breakfast At Tiffany's. Or have I done that already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take back my words. I love Abu Dhabi Mall the most! ...because I think it's the smallest and I don't think I'll get lost there. Actually I don't really like them all HAHAHA but I guess for a change, they're all very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Macdonald's for dinner and&amp;nbsp;I almost died when my aunt fed me my first French fries. Ohmigoodness I feel at home! ..What? I thought they were gonna taste different! Afterwards I tried Baskin' Robbins for the first time. I had Caramel Chocolate Crunch, a flavour I thought my sister Sherra, had&amp;nbsp;recommended to me. She said Salted Caramel but oh well, mine was damn tasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so good I kept quiet for the whole journey back to our apartment because I was savouring the taste. The only sentence I said was to&amp;nbsp;ask my aunt if she wanted some. I've never felt so relieved in my entire life when she said, "no baby. You enjoy yours." HEHEHE. I love to share my food but this ice cream, ooh la la. No touchy baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must go back to try others! But I hope I won't get carried away by the heavenly flavours. I'm afraid that&amp;nbsp;if I do, I'll start going to the stores in Singapore which, by the way, isn't halal =.="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-6587698293168095265?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/6587698293168095265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=6587698293168095265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/6587698293168095265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/6587698293168095265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-7-first-stray-cat.html' title='Day 7: First stray cat'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-2727526354180813168</id><published>2011-10-16T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T23:50:45.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6: Bebakbay (Big butt day)</title><content type='html'>I am trying to blog one post per day but it's so hard! At last I am on the right track. Day 6 is going to be a very short one. Because I did nothing. My title says it all. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;...Ok no I won't be like that. Today I talked to Hasan's sister, Balqis. Cute little girl. She likes my hair and asked me to be her sister! "Can you be my sister??" Poor girl. Living in a house with 5 boys. &lt;em&gt;But it makes you stronger so&amp;nbsp;live on!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also talked to my siblings. And today is first time I had a nap here. 1 hour and a half! Success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-2727526354180813168?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/2727526354180813168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=2727526354180813168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/2727526354180813168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/2727526354180813168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-6-bebakbay-big-butt-day.html' title='Day 6: Bebakbay (Big butt day)'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-6388023831026226526</id><published>2011-10-16T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T22:55:56.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5: Covering all malls and no shopping</title><content type='html'>I realised that besides Pilot, whatever I've posted here are just the good stuff. I'm quite the optimistic person, eh? I didn't tell you anything with details. Like how I'm feeling, how we got lost, how my aunt broke down in public, how this, how that. Heheheh. Oh well, all those sad stuff are at the back of my mind. Right now, I'm going to blog about Day 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I have covered 5 gorgeous malls here. They are;&lt;br /&gt;Abu Dhabi Mall,&lt;br /&gt;Mall of The Emirates,&lt;br /&gt;Dubai Mall,&lt;br /&gt;Al Wahda Mall, and&lt;br /&gt;Marina Mall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd and 3rd are in Dubai. The rest, here of course. Marina Mall is my favourite so far. It's only because the inside is full of blue and silver. Hehehe. Next would be Dubai Mall because of it's aquarium and then Mall of The Emirates because of the snow city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night my aunt brought me to Al Wahda Mall. We ate at an Asian restaurant and it was so good. Well, not really but that was the first time I ate something quite home-y in a week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then off to Marina Mall for coffee and cigarettes for her. C&amp;amp;C. Chocolate cake and hot chocolate for me. Always after lunch and dinner. After every meal actually. We headed to Carrefour to buy my face cream but decided to check out the electronics first. My aunt literally went to every displayed laptops to see its properties and whatnots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there, I fell in love with a very&amp;nbsp;sad-face looking&amp;nbsp;Indian man. He was so hardworking and very knowledgable of the stuff there. I was impressed! I mean, I know they're &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to know but you don't find a lot of promoters as diligent and patient as him. My aunt pressured him to the point that when we looked up at his face, he seemed like he was about to cry! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seemed desperate to sell us the last&amp;nbsp;i5&amp;nbsp;PC available and we did bought it. His sad face touched my heart until I only stopped laughing in bed. He even gave&amp;nbsp;us his email and phone number&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;download the&amp;nbsp;Skype here (Since it's banned.)&amp;nbsp;Very nice man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I was going to come home -to Singapore- with a much more leaner body and a prettier face but no, I was totally wrong! I am eating a guy's portion everyday, 4 times per day! And my face is cracking from the cold inside this apartment. Can I try saying "le sigh" ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-6388023831026226526?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/6388023831026226526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=6388023831026226526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/6388023831026226526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/6388023831026226526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-5-covering-all-malls-and-no.html' title='Day 5: Covering all malls and no shopping'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-7127774964975151368</id><published>2011-10-15T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T19:11:18.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4: Dancing fountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dubai. We went there with my aunt's friends and I met young Adam. I swear wherever I go there must be someone with a name of Adam. And this Adam I met was the cutest so far. He was so cute and kept leaning onto me in the car. When he looks up at you, you will just go "my boo~". Plus, his hair is curly wurly very furry. I wanted to play with it but I didn't want his mum to think I'm crazy. So I just combed my hand through it once. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My aunt brought me to Mall of The Emirates for lunch. I had lamb chop for the first time. So now we know I've only eaten steak twice in my life (The first time was at my sister's birthday dinner). There is a snow city within the mall. Yes, that's how big it is. The snow city was beautiful -Ok maybe it's because I've never seen real snow before but this replica is like the exact same thing- I should've taken a picture from the window of the mall.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards we trained to Dubai Mall. The stations and train are similar to the ones in Singapore. I have the temporary ticket, one of my first few souvenirs! Ah, talking about souvenirs.. I don't think I am able to shop while I'm here. I have lots of Singapore money but my aunt doesn't allow me to change. Sheesh, right? Everything here is very expensive and I have about 15 people to buy things for. My aunt said if I stay here longer, there'll be a mega winter sale in December. Just like our end-of-year sale. But I won't be around by then, would I? Unless if you guys still want the things, I can skip prom and stay here and shop for you guys.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we all know, Dubai Mall.. is the world's biggest mall. Yup, I'm showing off hahahaha. It has this aquarium with awesome fishes inside the mall. Cool. If I ever go there again, I shall take lots of pictures. With my bad quality iPhone. Sorry I had forgotten to ask people for cool cameras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we were there, Kim Kardashian was opening the Millions of Milkshakes store. Irony, where she was standing yesterday wasn't even near her shop. She was standing beside this elevator in a small space and there was a huge crowd in front. My aunt and I couldn't get through angst-y shouting teenagers and Indian men without being squashed. And it was only at that spot. I was like, "c'mon people, move your butt away" and then the many, "DON'T PUSH ME DAMMIT!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were all shouting at the top our lungs. Cramped in that little corner inside the biggest mall in the world. Yeah, &lt;i&gt;I know&lt;/i&gt;, Kim should have stood at a more open space or even better, somewhere near her shop. Geez. I hope Amirul is not mad for not getting close enough to take a picture of her.&lt;i&gt; I'm so sorry love, the nearest I could go was millions of metres away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another extraordinary thing there was the dancing fountain. Hence, my title.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was amazing, the fountain. Like it was really dancing (doh). The music that went with it was really nice, too. I imagined I was in Paris and took out my Breakfast At Tiffany's to read. I'm dramatic at times. We sat at the nearest cafe and just awed. Amazing, really. I wished I had my friends and siblings with me. You guys would really love it, more than me in fact. The moment of sadness, (sigh). Why I imagined Paris when I'm in Dubai? I have no idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-7127774964975151368?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/7127774964975151368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=7127774964975151368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7127774964975151368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7127774964975151368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-4-dancing-fountain.html' title='Day 4: Dancing fountain'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-3895937765672595662</id><published>2011-10-15T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T16:05:10.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3: Not a fan, not yet a hater</title><content type='html'>(Note: In this post I will be using UAE time. I'm sorry, it's confusing me. We're only 4 hours behind though!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt and I went to Janet Jackson's Up Close And Personal open concert at Yas Arena, Yas Island. Quite near to Abu Dhabi, only about 40 minutes by car. We reached there at 2000 thinking we were late because it stated on our tickets that gates will be opened at 1900. Guess what time the concert started? Close to 2200. Yep. &lt;i&gt;Now&lt;/i&gt; we learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because it was energetic, I gave it 4/5. If it weren't for the coolest DJ, I'd give it only 2/5. He was awesome at selecting songs and mixing them up. Like, Britney Spears's I'm A Slave 4 U and Justin Timberlake's Senorita and Christina Perri's Jar Of Hearts. He also played a lot of old songs which only thrilled me even more. I have to say, the waiting was much more fun and worth it than the actual concert. (Note: If you noticed, the DJ played Britney and Justin's songs together. Hehehe.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Janet Jackson looked... &lt;i&gt;old. &lt;/i&gt;Her face and body, nothing like her pictures. BUT, yeah there's a but. She still can work it. Her dance moves were nice and good. I don't like her voice though. It's sharp and high and totally chipmunk-ish. Overall, she was a nice lady. Played one of Michael's songs too which made the crowd went wilder.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because we were at the fan stand, my aunt and I took the opportunity to really see her &lt;i&gt;Up Close And Personal. &lt;/i&gt;We were in the middle but close enough to touch. Even though none of us knew her songs and aren't fans of her, we enjoyed it. But I came home smelling like beer T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now here comes the interesting part of Day 3. I saw a perfect man. And YES, he stood only one step away from me. How cool is that!? His facial hair, his jawline, his eyes, his body, his legs, his style... OHMIGOD. I stared at him longer than I looked at Janet. He didn't even had a cup in his hand, he was holding a water bottle. A BOTTLE!! How perfect it that! The way he swayed his body coolly with his friends. His friends didn't sway. They danced their heart out. Yeah, even when Janet played a slow song. He has one nerd and one gay friends. And the way he dresses.. OH. Love love love his plain black T-shirt with a hood on! Ah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He looked similar to the singer in Maroon5 but way younger and much more handsome. He's not a teenager though. I wished I knew his race.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...OK he wasn't perfect. Well he was! Until I saw him smoke. I thought I could live with that. But then after he finished drinking his water, he crushed the bottle.. with his foot. And left the bottle on the ground amidst other bottles and cups. I know it's a concert and who cares about littering right? Well I do. I stared at him, no not with gooey eyes but I stared. Then I frowned. Boys who make me frown will never be perfect. So he's only 90% perfect. Sad, huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-3895937765672595662?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/3895937765672595662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=3895937765672595662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/3895937765672595662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/3895937765672595662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-3-not-fan-not-yet-hater.html' title='Day 3: Not a fan, not yet a hater'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-1965864342145719559</id><published>2011-10-13T03:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T03:18:20.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2: Have a break, have a KitKat</title><content type='html'>Today is stay-at-home day. I pretty much laze around staring at the laptop's screen and eat. All day long. I read a bit but that doesn't count, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from getting myself a little bit familiarized with the shops downstairs. I saw my first Arab teenage boys. They're all the same, wherever they are. Hanging outside shops like 7-11 sitting on the curb like they own the world. But I understand. I do that too. For a few minutes before I run back home. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night here is Friday night there. Our weekends are Fridays and Saturdays. Will be going to Janet Jackson's concert tomorrow evening. Are you a fan? I'm human. Not even remotely funny my forever-failed jokes. Ha ha. My aunt's boss gave her two best tickets, the most expensive 600+ Dh (200+ SGD of course), at the fan-stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skyped with a lot of loved ones today too. Like... the people in 154, 310, Germany and even 2 of my friends. Lots of love and misses. xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-1965864342145719559?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/1965864342145719559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=1965864342145719559&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/1965864342145719559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/1965864342145719559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-2-have-break-have-kitkat.html' title='Day 2: Have a break, have a KitKat'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-7777207807948181528</id><published>2011-10-12T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T23:38:00.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1: A quarter day to work</title><content type='html'>To make it easier for my friends in Singapore, I shall speak in their time. I slept at 0500 and woke up at 0800. In that 3 hours, I snored throughout. At least that's what my aunt said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading Breakfast At Tiffany's, book given by Hasan. I'm only at chapter 11 but so far it's amazing. I want Michael. I shall imagine I have an imaginary friend from now onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed my aunt to work and was introduced to to everyone. It's funny how the culture is like here. They kiss each others' cheeks to greet but discourage younger people to kiss their hand as a form of respect. My aunt said kissing on the hand only applies to family members. Quite the opposite of what we do, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt then brought me to a restaurant-cafe above her office. It's called the Perfect View. Want to know why? Because it has the perfect view ever! MasyaAllah. It's picturesqueness is beautiful! BEAUTIFUL I TELL YOU! I wish I have a camera or my iPhone to take a picture. Breath-taking, really. Those who know me will know that I don't compliment things often. Except for cute. I use cute for almost everything it's becoming my daily word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Radha -I hope I got her name correctly spelled- is my aunt's office manager. She ended work early so she decided to brought me home. Her two children are very cute! They're 9 &amp;amp; 11 but matured for their age. Very friendly, all of them. They have an Indonesian maid and she could speak in Arabic. Marvelous! It was my first time encountering an Indonesian who could speak Arabic. Cool, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl (I'm sorry I forgot her name. The boy's is Feishal) gave me my first souvenir!! She very cutely insert a beautiful bracelet inside an envelope she made herself. Will share a picture when I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour or so after my aunt came, we went to Abu Dhabi Mall for my first time. It was huge. Like a hotel. It was even bigger than the hotel I'm staying at. And my aunt said there are bigger malls. Crazy I tell you. It was past 10PM so there weren't many people or many shops open. We went to the hyper-market which is exactly like Giant. It's big and there's everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I hate shopping malls without my sister or mother. I will feel forever lost without them guiding me through the never-ending shops. And I'm sure daytime it'll be crowded. Don't you just hate crowded places?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-7777207807948181528?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/7777207807948181528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=7777207807948181528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7777207807948181528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7777207807948181528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-1-quarter-day-to-work.html' title='Day 1: A quarter day to work'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-1197983713437291932</id><published>2011-10-12T14:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T15:11:38.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pilot</title><content type='html'>I know what you're thinking after reading my title, I'm trying to acting as if I'm having my own show and this is the first episode. You're right. But whether I will succeed writing for one whole month everyday without fail, I do not know. Neither do you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note: When you're reading this I am already in Abu &amp;nbsp;Dhabi but I am writing in the present-past moment from the very start. Pardon my English. It's horrendous. But do read word-by-word. Do NOT scan. Do NOT read if you're only going to rush elsewhere.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my journey to Abu Dhabi started in school. In a bus on my way to school actually. When&amp;nbsp;I told a dear friend of mine, his reaction surprised me. He laughed. I laughed along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was going away that very night, I had to rush home. I rushed home with that dear friend of mine. He waited patiently while I took a quick shower and changed. And then a group of my good friends came. They were Amirul, Rahimi &amp;amp; Julianah. Hasan surprised me shortly afterwards. He was already in my house when I came down. I thought he ended school late and was not able to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journey on the road to Abu Dhabi started when we boarded bus no. 858. I was famished and it felt like I could eat a horse! I gobbled my Turkey Bacon from BK like I was going to die in the next minute. I've never eaten a burger that fast before. I didn't even get to taste anything. It was very impolite of me. Surrounded by adults and boys I might add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A call from my aunt meant I was late. I hugged and kissed my family goodbye and merely waved at my friends. Again, I have no courtesy at all. And then the journey to Abu Dhabi by-walking-the-fastest-in-my-entire-life begun. The gate was very far away from where I had my ticket checked. Honestly it was like walking to Sunplaza from home. I stopped at my track for a split second before sprinting to hear my name being called. Oh how I wished the entire airport could hear my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stopped at my seat I noticed I was shaking all over. Least probably it was from me running. Most probably it was the goodbye and the last blow of kisses. I was in a mess with my bagpack and sling and passport and the headset and blanket Etihad provided for me. Yeah, so many 'and's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very overwhelming to the point that the moment I sat down, tears couldn't stopped flowing. I didn't dare move an inch because there was an Arab man sitting next to me -He took my seat next to the window but I'll pass on that- and I was scared. Scared that I might accidentally get my skin in contact with his. Scared that he wasn't friendly. Scared that he was a terrorist. Now that I'm thinking about it of course it seemed silly but what else could I possibly think? I'm not socially exposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I found myself, I looked at the man and smiled. I wasn't sure if he'd smiled back but I would like to think it. When I wanted to watch a movie and clueless about pretty much everything, he helped me. Very nice of him to see me struggling and helped out. He did everything without uttering a single word. It was like both of us couldn't talk. I could tell he was trying not to scare me and just thinking about it made me trust him a little bit. I even went to the toilet without my bag, which had my passport and other valuables in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Thor and Mr Pepper's Penguin for the first time and regretted it. It was the kind of shows you have to watch with company. Gasping and laughing alone made it seemed like I don't have a family. On the other hand, the Arab next to me was being cute, he watched one of my favorites. He watched Aladdin. I know, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt requested an Etihad helper for me but no one showed up so I had to make my way through the exit alone. It wasn't hard. In fact it was much much better than in Singapore where I had to keep looking out for signs while running. I read while waiting for my aunt and her friend. We had hot chocolate from Starbucks and can I just say their biscotti was amazing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-1197983713437291932?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/1197983713437291932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=1197983713437291932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/1197983713437291932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/1197983713437291932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2011/10/pilot.html' title='Pilot'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-7692318769050089781</id><published>2011-03-12T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T11:22:02.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Term 1: Dear 2011, please stop trying to be 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It doesn't matter what religion you're from, what matters is that you&lt;/i&gt; PRAY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;One week of break only means more revision for us. I do not wish to procrastinate. I have to start revising if I want to achieve A.awesome grades and be promoted to Sec 5. My mum is still away and I don't think I am brave enough to ask dad to come for my PTC so I shall wait till mama gets home. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Until then, I have no idea what my results are like. I hope I at least maintain last year's grades since "I haven't been in class mentally". Sorry teachers, I don't know what's wrong with me. And suddenly I'm always found sleeping while waiting for my CCA to start. What in the world is happening!?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;An earthquake. Tsunami, fire on water, oil spill, terrorism, hundreds even thousands of lives missing and/or dead in just minutes... That's what's happening.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't think I have to say anything more since it's the headline news everywhere. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhq8g8p5LD1qcrux4o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhq8g8p5LD1qcrux4o1_500.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Heal the world, make it a better place for me and for you and the entire human race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-7692318769050089781?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/7692318769050089781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=7692318769050089781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7692318769050089781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7692318769050089781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2011/03/end-of-term-1-dear-2011-please-stop.html' title='End of Term 1: Dear 2011, please stop trying to be 2012'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-6828515143015973378</id><published>2011-02-25T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T23:46:19.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...extra(!!!) shariff you rock.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I was half asleep waiting for my dad to show me something on his screen and when he did, my eyes totally popped out! He has 3 shots of Farihin! MY OL! Holy cow. And all these while those who've met her have struggled to get her to smile for the camera.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;She's staying in Dubai and apparently went for the 7th day &lt;i&gt;tahlil&lt;/i&gt; over at my aunt's! Dang I know now how you look like after SO many years! Hehe. Pretty as always. B-e-a-u-tiful :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank you thank you thank you I love you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...You skyped with my dad&lt;/i&gt;!? O.o&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-6828515143015973378?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/6828515143015973378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=6828515143015973378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/6828515143015973378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/6828515143015973378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2011/02/extra.html' title='...extra(!!!) shariff you rock.'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-7883708010833841895</id><published>2011-02-25T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T23:18:57.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of February; the end of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm startin' to trip, I'm losin' my grip.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's only the beginning of the year and &lt;i&gt;Allah SWT&lt;/i&gt; had already tested us with so many challenges. No, I'm not complaining, I know I can't. I hope you understand. I'm merely just sharing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A few weeks ago, my cousin went for a check up and we found out that she had an ectopic pregnancy. One of her fallopian tubes had to be removed (I hope I get the facts right. Heh.) Chances are that she won't get pregnant again but..&lt;i&gt; insyaAllah.&lt;/i&gt; Hopefully. Whenever I see her, she looks a day older. Tired and weak. But Abang Rizal is taking care of her just fine (You should see their bedroom, 50% of my "perfect" bedroom. Fucking awesome.. Ok will talk about that some other time. Hehe).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Exactly a week and a day ago, we received a call. My uncle has passed away. He was still in Abu Dhabi, Dubai then with my aunt. It was a shocking news for us as there were no signs of any sickness or anything when my cousins visited him a month ago. My aunt was all alone over there but from her story, &lt;i&gt;alhamdulillah&lt;/i&gt; he died in her arms. She also told us that as she looked back, they've spent quality time together for a month alone. Besides working, they didn't go out at all &amp;lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Their children, my parents, my aunt and uncle flew there to support her and helped her with the solemn ceremony. The rest of my aunts and uncles stayed behind to take care of things at home and us. My dad just got home yesterday with one of my cousins as he has exams to take. My mum is still there. I miss her but I know better than to be selfish and sulk. We've been traveling to Simei and back home again almost everyday now. Bringing a heavy bag to school and sleeping later than usual have helped me be stronger for my family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yesterday afternoon, my (another)uncle was sent to the hospital from work because of his high blood pressure. He felt the pain twice but he endured the first one. We had to cancel the &lt;i&gt;tahlil&lt;/i&gt;, that was supposed to be held at Simei of course, and joined him at Alexandra. Hopefully if he can be discharged tomorrow, I can visit him at home(Simei) after my competition(RCY FAC'11) which is until noon only.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ilya, my cousin who's in Abu Dhabi now, will be home tomorrow too insyaAllah. Nothing is confirmed yet. I'm the closest to her and so I want to be there for her, you know? Ironic, she's the one who's cheering us all, making funny faces but underneath those jokes and laughter, she's suffering a lot if not the most. She's moving on quickly because she is strong but.. She's the kind who doesn't show her emotional side, is all I can say. Her older sister, the eldest of the three, was the calmest to receive the news. She's getting married at the end of the year and is busy doing the preparations. We're all kinda glad that we have something to look forward to and be busy. It's their father's wish and it's what everyone would want too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everything happens for a reason, right? So we're all looking at the bright side. It made us closer together and even closer to God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apart from all these, they all have work and I have school. My form teacher just talked to me just now in school. He told me that he noticed I haven't been focusing in school, in&lt;i&gt; all&lt;/i&gt; my subjects. Apparently I haven't been paying attention in classes, let alone do well in tests and do my homework. I can't blame my family issues, neither can I blame CCA nor friends. Maybe not having a boyfriend is what makes me feel like I have nothing to hold on to, huh? &lt;i&gt;No no do not be rubbish, A&lt;/i&gt;. I'm trying hard be good here.&lt;i&gt; Thank you for the advices and suggestions, sir.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The gratitude doesn't stop there. I'd like to say, from the bottom of my heart, thank you to those who've taken care of me. Especially Hariiri and Asyari and RCY and my sister, Sherra. You were all there as if sharing the pain with me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hariiri, for you were there when I received the news. You didn't leave even after my tantrums were thrown at you, when I get mad for nothing, when I hurt you physically, when I hurt you mentally, when you feel like I've thrown a huge table at you.. After everything, you didn't leave.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank you Asyari for knowing exactly what my silences mean. For keeping quiet and understanding when I didn't respond. For trying to make me smile all the time. For staying up late to bug me to study and work towards my goals. For just.. being there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;RCY. You guys have been the best and will always be the best. You guys just know what are the ways to distract me with and the words to say to make me smile. You guys are adorable. You guys are loved. NCOs, thank you for walking next to me and walking a step front when I needed help and a step back when it was my time to shine. I love you. &amp;gt;Feels like we're stepping down already :')&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sherra Lee April/ Slee. You... have been taking care of me in the absence of mama and papa. Always asking me if I've eaten or not. I know I have 4 other much older siblings that are playing parents, but I guess I feel more closer to you because of the little age gap. I don't regret our fights for they have made us closer&amp;lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Goodluck to me and my cadets tomorrow.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank you everyone for taking your precious time to read.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-7883708010833841895?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/7883708010833841895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=7883708010833841895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7883708010833841895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7883708010833841895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2011/02/end-of-february-end-of-me.html' title='End of February; the end of me'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-848794837320963556</id><published>2011-01-30T00:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T01:01:08.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 4: last weekend of the month</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Strumming my pain with his fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So much has happened over the month.&amp;nbsp;Let's start with school. I've never revised at home before but I've&amp;nbsp;tried a few times this year&amp;nbsp;and I just realised that I hardly ever payed attention to any of my classes, especially Math. I can't even&amp;nbsp;answer direct&amp;nbsp;questions! Either school is killing me, or I am one lazy ass student. Gah. I think I might be moving to Band 2 after last week's test. Take it slow and easy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't believe in paying someone a chunk of money for tutoring but I need help right now. I thought of asking Asyari.. -Dang, I did asked him- but I don't want to bother him. He is doing his Os this&amp;nbsp;year after all. I need someone smart and free most of the time. Bleagh. &lt;em&gt;Study on your own, A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are so many people born on this month.&amp;nbsp;Robiiiiiiiiiing ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had fun trying to make AF's a success though. A few of our friends and I&amp;nbsp;went out to NP find for his gifts, the 16 ones he tweeted. Asyari favourited them and I wrote them down on a torn piece of newspaper just to make us remember hahahaha. We managed to get some of them and surprised him under his block.. At least, I hope he was surprised. &lt;em&gt;I think I spent time too long&amp;nbsp;with you upstairs that you knew. HAHA sorry I was a bit selfish there&lt;/em&gt; :$&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just four days ago was Hariiri's birthday. We had school of course but that was okay because Wednesday&amp;nbsp;is the only day that all of our classes ended early. I planned something small but fate had other plans for us. Psht. I wonder what is he doing right now with his friends when he was supposed to be spending the night with his family even though it's raining. Oh well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-848794837320963556?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/848794837320963556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=848794837320963556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/848794837320963556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/848794837320963556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2011/01/week-4-last-weekend-of-month.html' title='Week 4: last weekend of the month'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-3442318457213096067</id><published>2011-01-04T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T19:42:03.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dixon Wilson: Senior year baby! Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Leading With Confidence&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was the first day of school. A new principal came in. As usual like all the other principals, she gave us her annual Welcome Back To School talk. I went restless after the first 15 minutes and she took up about 45 :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was pretty much the same although some of my friends aren't gonna be joining us as the Graduating Batch kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love listening to Remy when he talks in English. It's a joy talking to him when he's not being so annoying. Heheh :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I survived day 1 and am looking forward to come early again tomorrow, &lt;i&gt;insyallah&lt;/i&gt;. It's only the first day and everyone's so busy already. Hoorah. See you friends in school! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-3442318457213096067?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/3442318457213096067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=3442318457213096067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/3442318457213096067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/3442318457213096067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2011/01/dixon-wilson-senior-year-baby-day-1.html' title='Dixon Wilson: Senior year baby! Day 1'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-5189450819905672530</id><published>2011-01-02T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T00:07:44.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year (part 2): the calmed version</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taking it all in, one breath at a time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me start off with the warmest greeting: Hi! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish you a very happy new year ahead. May we face our challenges with &lt;em&gt;lovejoyhopefaithbelieve &lt;/em&gt;and most importantly, &lt;em&gt;patience&lt;/em&gt;. Let us make 2011 a better year than the rest.. No, let's make it our best! \m/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In 2010, (Just like all of you,) I've faced tests from Allah s.w.t, some I took with easy hands, some too difficult I failed to even face upon, and some where my amazing friends had helped me greatly. &lt;em&gt;Thank you.&lt;/em&gt; &amp;lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to face everything with an open heart this year. Be it little or huge. &lt;em&gt;Amin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Again like all of you, I have aims that I wish to accomplish by the end of the year. I hope this enthusiasm will last. Determination, come to me, baby.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are some that you might be familiar with, in no particular order:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To attempt my tests and exams with ease.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To start loving everyone and everything. Try loving dogs. (Oh god this is hard.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To start praying consistently(!!!).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avoid any unnecessary relationships with anyone -By that I meant to not be badly influenced, not to get caught up in love, etc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Start saving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wake up early enough to have breakfast at home. (That way I can save more, yknow?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avoid buying unnecessary stuff -I need to stop buying notebooks.. No! &lt;em&gt;Yes, you don't even use them! &lt;/em&gt;I can't. I need to buy 'em. It's a must to shop for notebooks once in a while....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do not go bonkers each time I see a hot guy HAHAHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do not expect anything from anyone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Accept everything as it is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do not be burden to my anyone. Especially my parents.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To watch more than 14 movies. (HAHA! How to save like that??)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Try something new each time I go out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be busy even during weekends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To stay alone until the end of time... not. Until the end of the year. At least until I'm done with N Level. Please. This is very important.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok. Most of them are there above. Friends, do remind me of this list occationally, okay? What is/are your aim(s)? :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-5189450819905672530?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/5189450819905672530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=5189450819905672530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/5189450819905672530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/5189450819905672530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-part-2-calmed-version_02.html' title='new year (part 2): the calmed version'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-325382727842931580</id><published>2011-01-01T00:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T01:00:18.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Asyari, AF, AhmadFareast and Hasbullah just left my house. Ah, I love them so fucking much la :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biggest thanks to my parents for letting it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell all the details but I'm so happy I can't seem to want to share. May this memory lasts and fade away with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been grinning from ear to ear and my jaw now hurts. FUCKING WORTH IT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-325382727842931580?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/325382727842931580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=325382727842931580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/325382727842931580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/325382727842931580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year.html' title='new year'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-7545462704285184698</id><published>2010-12-26T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T19:59:19.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that Golden Rule</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Treat others the way you want them to treat you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here's a list of &lt;i&gt;Great Things Teens Should Do:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;• Start a blog or create your own website. (Here! Here!)&lt;br /&gt;• Stretch yourself! Try something new each week.&lt;br /&gt;• Open the dictionary to a random page and learn the definition of the first word you see. If you already know that word, try again. (Here! Here!)&lt;br /&gt;• Know what matters most to you. Make a list to help you remember.&lt;br /&gt;• Be outrageous when everybody's looking.&lt;br /&gt;• Act silly sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;• Cut yourself some slack: nobody's perfect! Everything is turning upside down around you and inside you, so you're bound to feel mixed up and confused sometimes. (Here! Here!)&lt;br /&gt;• Smile or say hi to someone you don't know. You might just make that person's day.&lt;br /&gt;• Keep a journal where you can write down your feelings and dreams. (About time! I need a new notebook!)&lt;br /&gt;• Never compromise or change yourself just to get someone to like you.&lt;br /&gt;• Make a handmade birthday card for someone you care about. (HINT! HINT!)&lt;br /&gt;• Create a holiday tradition.&lt;br /&gt;• Play on a playground. (STICK YOUR TONGUES OUT, TEENS! We play, cannot. We don't play also cannot-___-)&lt;br /&gt;• Before you start your homework, take five minutes to empty your mind of unnecessary thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;• On Monday make a list of everything you need to do by Friday. On Friday if everything is checked off on your list, treat yourself to something special. (Should try this :S)&lt;br /&gt;• Try a new hairstyle. (Here! Here!)&lt;br /&gt;• Write a real letter to someone you miss. Put something special in the envelope, like a photograph or a pressed flower. (HINT! HINT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more, and none of them are written by me, except for the ones in brackets. Tsk. Maybe in my newer posts I'll write one or two things before I start my entry :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-7545462704285184698?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/7545462704285184698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=7545462704285184698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7545462704285184698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7545462704285184698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/12/that-golden-rule.html' title='that Golden Rule'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-439971899586687411</id><published>2010-12-22T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T02:55:02.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all i want for christmas is you... you who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Why is everyone saying "all I want for Christmas is you"? Gooweemomma I havta see this You person because he/she is taking over my friends this holiday O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly. Asyari, Audrey, Amirul.. All the people whose names start with A. Ok that's just crap but really. It's all over Facebook. You here, You there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secrets are annoying. The world should be open for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take a look at me. I don't think I have secrets :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-439971899586687411?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/439971899586687411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=439971899586687411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/439971899586687411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/439971899586687411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-you-you-who.html' title='all i want for christmas is you... you who?'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-6387488117104832479</id><published>2010-12-16T04:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T04:57:01.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islam'/><title type='text'>10th Muharram: VICTORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;LANGUAGE:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A mix of both Malay and English. Why? You'll know why.. later.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Usually I don't like it if my real name is being used on the internet (Facebook is an exception because I only accept those I know and those who know me. And I'm always deleting people off occationally anyway.) but since it's the predawn of 10th Muharram, I'll make a proper introduction.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Hi. My name is Nur Asyura. I'm a Muslim girl, not a terrorist. Ha ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;10th Muharram is also known as Hari Asyura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Besides the above, the meaning of my name is also The Light of Arabic Nawara to Illuminate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;A friend of mine told me that. Oh and of course there's Bubur Asyura ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know my name is supposed to be spelled as 'Asyura but I guess my parents didn't know then... because they thought I was a boy. Ha ha. To think I almost got&amp;nbsp;aboydfghijklm.. as a name. Tsk. Anyways. What I didn't know was that my friend's name, Asyari, is supposed to be spelled as Asy'ari, hence&amp;nbsp;changes the&amp;nbsp;pronouciation. Pronounce it as ush-'a-ri. Correct, Muslim people, no? Like Usher-i. Ha ha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm going to share a little something I learned last night at the mosque.&amp;nbsp;Am just going to&amp;nbsp;copy them and they're in Malay because I'm lazy like that. Hence the warning above. Teehee.&amp;nbsp;It's a list of &lt;em&gt;Amalan di Hari 'Asyura&lt;/em&gt;. Some may need explanation but I ain't gonna write it here. Email me at &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:asyurashariff@live.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;asyurashariff@live.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;to ask more or you can also FormspringMe at the little box over the right(Though I doubt anyone is gonna take their time to even read. Or check my blog.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Diijazahkan oleh Almarhum Kiayi Zaini Abdul Mun'im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Bersumber dari Almarhum Kiayi Hasyim Asy'ari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Sunat untuk berpuasa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;- Perbanyakkan Solat Sunat seperti Solat Sunat Tasbih, Taubat &amp;amp; Hajat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Mandi Sunat Hari 'Asyura &amp;gt;Even girls who are having their period can shower that shower. It's like Mandi Sunat Hari Raya Aidilfitri/Haji &amp;gt;You will get a year of protection from Allah S.W.T just by showering. MasyaAllah. Cool huh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;- Membersih dan menghias rumah dan diri dengan memotong kuku, merapikan rambut, misai dan janggut serta berpakaian yang indah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Mengembirakan ahli keluarga, menyediakan jamuan yang baik dan mendoakan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;- Mengembirakan anak yatim, mengusap kepala mereka dan mendoakan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Berbagi juadah dan perbanyak sedekah&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;- Ziarah ulama dan minta doa dari mereka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Menyambung silaturrahim, ziarah orang tua dan keluarga serta saling mendoakan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;- Melawat orang sakit dan saling mendoakan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Membaca Surah Al-Ikhlas sebanyak 1000 kali &amp;gt;Adviced not to count though. If you count, you'll only read to get that thousand. Good if you read in whatever you're doing. i.e. cooking, in the bus, walking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;- Perbanyakkan Zikir dan Doa bermula dari malam 'Asyura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you x&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-6387488117104832479?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/6387488117104832479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=6387488117104832479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/6387488117104832479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/6387488117104832479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/12/10th-muharram-victory.html' title='10th Muharram: VICTORY'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-560423611640568337</id><published>2010-12-14T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T22:49:17.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poko pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Topic&amp;nbsp;for the day: Mummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's talk about my aunt. We call her Mummy and she stays in Germany with her husband. They often travel around for work and occationally come here to visit us. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every visit we'll have some gifts from them. Clothes, chocolates, books, etc. And every year I will get a birthday card from them so early that one time,&amp;nbsp;I couldn't wait, I just tore the envelope apart 1 day before my actual birthdate. This year I didn't get a card though. But that's ok. It's a busy year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her husband, Uncle Adam is like Mr Bean. And that's&amp;nbsp;why I love him!&amp;nbsp;My first memory of him after marrying my aunt was his stories on their bed. He loved imitating celebs&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;was always cracking jokes. He was the one who told me that WWF was fake. That it was just an entertainment. But apparently he knew Superman personally and once touched Spiderman's web.&amp;nbsp;Ha ha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I'm going&amp;nbsp;to tell you a story about a phone call I received from my aunt just a while ago. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We talked about the weather,&amp;nbsp;school, and many more,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and then she&amp;nbsp;told me &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;I sound lika grown up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: x-large;"&gt;FYEAH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahahaha ok&amp;nbsp;that's main my point&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-560423611640568337?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/560423611640568337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=560423611640568337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/560423611640568337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/560423611640568337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/12/poko-pants.html' title='poko pants'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-874231992806105814</id><published>2010-12-11T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T22:24:15.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you only get one shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I just realised that I've always wanted things at the wrong time. And to make myself feel better&amp;nbsp;I always put a twist to that sentence.. Blame time and school and my parents instead. If only I had embraced life as it is, not wanting less not wanting more, I might have a happy independent life of my own, not who I am in this position right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's see.. All the fun and adventurous stuff I've always wanted to experience but missed:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being part of NDP, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;experiencing OBS(ok this one gots excuse lah, I was sick-.-), &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ULP(a&amp;nbsp;leadership camp for&amp;nbsp; my RCY&amp;nbsp;where the top 3(chairman, 2 v.chairs) must go but I didn't), &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RCYC(a challenged camp for RCY also), &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and LOADS more other opportunities. Haiz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I know, I can always change that, change me. But you see, I've always been a bit of.. ok&amp;nbsp;a lot, of my coward side. Scared and insecure.&amp;nbsp;BUT to me, now, that's ok, because I'll learn from this one way or another. I think. Right? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Time will pass and I'll grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy new year to all Muslims btw. I've set my goals and shits but I dunno.. &lt;em&gt;Y I NO HAVE&lt;/em&gt; CONFIDENCE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grr. I'm angry I don't know why.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna say this again: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;A wants to revamp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT'S YOUR NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-874231992806105814?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/874231992806105814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=874231992806105814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/874231992806105814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/874231992806105814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-only-get-one-shot.html' title='you only get one shot'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-4230099903304044193</id><published>2010-11-30T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T22:24:41.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liar liar pants on--</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;One day, something really good and bad happened to me. I was ready to blog about it using my temporary iPhone when suddenly the screen went blank. My fingers were sore and all I wanted to do was to vent more. I decided to leave my phone aside and just give it a rest.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After calming down, I realised that maybe my story was no meant to be shared. Maybe it's just meant for me.&amp;nbsp;Perhaps a reminder.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I told a friend about it a few days later though. I couldn't help it. I just blurted everything out to her. Turns out she's having a problem too. Very different yet similar at the same time &amp;lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today I spent the day all by myself. I have had my alone moments but I've never been to the cinema alone before. Today I tried that. I thought it would be awkward but it wasn't at all. In fact my day sailed by smoothly, except for the last part but let's not get carried away. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I watched Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows Part 1. I gave it 9/10. It was brilliant. I couldn't wait for Part 2. They didn't follow the book though. Ron was supposed to be "sick." I wished they'd put in more actions instead of drama. Quite the irony, I'm actually a fan of drama :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afterwards I went to the library and borrowed six books. I plan to start reading and finish two books in a week but I'm not really convinced. I barely read any story books this year-.- Plus I plan to start doing my homework. I have got to stop this procrastination already.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 days per week.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 days of training.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 days of doing homework.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can I read like that? Gah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-4230099903304044193?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/4230099903304044193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=4230099903304044193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/4230099903304044193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/4230099903304044193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/11/liar-liar-pants-on.html' title='Liar liar pants on--'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-560458158568074029</id><published>2010-11-20T19:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T22:10:24.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so i'm not good at keeping promises. so what? i'm still a rock star ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Keep calm, because I'm no Chuck Bass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TOfWj2McoPI/AAAAAAAAAtA/m2b1ZZ6ncqs/s1600/73943_1702496405118_1319190254_31890159_7641426_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TOfWj2McoPI/AAAAAAAAAtA/m2b1ZZ6ncqs/s400/73943_1702496405118_1319190254_31890159_7641426_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kill me, not my blog. To not waste time.. or arguments, I'mma pick up from where I had, urm-grimace- , abandoned, this blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you know how to read the calendar&amp;nbsp;from your laptop(any calendar, in fact), the&amp;nbsp;number in blue is usually today's date. And if you know what's the date today, you'd probably&amp;nbsp;know that Primary/Secondary students are having their 2 months holiday. In Singapore of course. Not that anyone else outside the country checks my blog. Only 20% to be exact. And 40% Singaporeans. But of course those 40% are just like 3 of my friends who love me enough to&amp;nbsp;open my blog, close the&amp;nbsp;window and open them again in another computer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My end of year exam results were, Alhamdulillah, satisfying for me. I'm more than satisfied actually, with&amp;nbsp;problems and all. For the first time my grade for Science was good.&amp;nbsp;I've always hated Science until this year where I forced myself to pay attention and absolutely loved it... Fine. A bit only. Still. Heheh. And my conduct was good too, compared to last year's Poor. Hahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This holiday isn't a holiday at all. I have&amp;nbsp;piles of homework waiting for me in my bedroom and thousands of CCA trainings. God. Kay stop complaining. God has given me a brain. &lt;em&gt;Be smart, or at least pretend to be, do the homework now and you can go play outside already&lt;/em&gt;. I'm feeling guilty I don't know why. Tsk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Besides watching Hindustan movies almost everyday and cycling and stoning and having the sofa be a part of me, I haven't been doing anything at all. Sure it was great the first few days but now.. I want to be outside. I met Dengdeng once and it was fun and all but.. It's not enough. Going out to have fun&amp;nbsp;just one time&amp;nbsp;isn't enough at all. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A wants to revamp.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the mean time, lotsa Xs and Os&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-560458158568074029?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/560458158568074029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=560458158568074029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/560458158568074029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/560458158568074029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-im-not-good-at-keeping-promises-so.html' title='so i&apos;m not good at keeping promises. so what? i&apos;m still a rock star ;D'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TOfWj2McoPI/AAAAAAAAAtA/m2b1ZZ6ncqs/s72-c/73943_1702496405118_1319190254_31890159_7641426_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-1137382656527582998</id><published>2010-10-14T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T23:48:57.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joke of the day not: i'm the last being on earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="370" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t0KNXr349gY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t0KNXr349gY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="370"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Tres convincing.&lt;br /&gt;But tres rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;JOKE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-1137382656527582998?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/1137382656527582998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=1137382656527582998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/1137382656527582998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/1137382656527582998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/10/joke-of-day-not-im-last-being-on-earth.html' title='joke of the day not: i&apos;m the last being on earth'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-1191052039744910976</id><published>2010-10-09T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T19:55:24.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the movie called Lady and Gents - AF, Asyari, Kelmi Kariiri, Mattata</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Eat Pray Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: 7/10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you, boys, for accompanying me watch that movie. Especially to Mattata who shivered like mad trying to look like as if he was actually wathing. Bwahahaha&lt;em&gt; mas selamat&lt;/em&gt;. I apologise to AF who thought that "isn't 4 guys watching that kinda show a bit like, funny?" I didn't realised anything was wrong until he told me.. long after we've bought the tickets-.-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We were supposed to watch Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps&amp;nbsp;but because of minor problems and the show time constraint, we didn't get to watch my love, Shia! Bleagh. Must go watch that show lah! Hmph. Nevertheless, I enjoyed spending time with you guys. No Popeye's next time though. Gah you boys suck. Ooh. Seeing AJ outside&amp;nbsp;looking beautiful in a dress was surprising. Awesome, cher.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ending with&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"ketut cannot fly, ketut got no tix"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-1191052039744910976?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/1191052039744910976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=1191052039744910976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/1191052039744910976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/1191052039744910976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/10/ketuts-of-lady-and-gents-af-asyari.html' title='the movie called Lady and Gents - AF, Asyari, Kelmi Kariiri, Mattata'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-3706671112805370266</id><published>2010-10-05T14:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T14:22:24.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the many many posts i promised - the reminiscences of a beautiful apathetic imp - USS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I hope it's&amp;nbsp;not too late to say&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri&lt;/span&gt;. Well of course I'm not too late! I have a few more days left before raya actually ends. Teehee. My sincerest apologies for the lack of post. BUT, I did not abandon my blog, no. I simply went.. awol? dot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Universal Studio Singapore (USS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- I couldn't exactly remember when was it but it happened a few weeks back. If I'm not wrong, 16th September? Memories&amp;nbsp;are flashing back now...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay. &lt;em&gt;Don't scold me if I'm wrong, Asyari because this is for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why Asyari? I don't think I've ever posted anything about him but he's a friend of mine and he was there with me and many others at USS. He took a very good care of me in the absence of his best friend actually. &lt;em&gt;Thank you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As many of you know, USS is in Sentosa and I've never been&amp;nbsp;to Sentosa&amp;nbsp;before. My friends were stunned to hear the announcement made. Hahaha. Then suddenly Asyari went "you go home now, go" in a very strict voice that caught me off guard. I asked him why and he said "no, you go home now. I must make it special for you to come here for the first time." Aww :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After the many teases of 'now you can go tell your friends that "oh, to go to Sentosa, you simply have to walk here, then walk there..." ' we reached the USS safely and in a second we were all awed by world before us. For some of you who's been there, you should know. What we imagined and expected wasn't quite like reality at all. The world&amp;nbsp;we entered in -is full of&amp;nbsp;dinosaurs, fairy tales, hollywood, mummies, and aliens all together- WAS AWESOME! Oh the rides and beautiful fake sculptures and the foun-- You have to have the experience at least once!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even though I almost got sick after my last ride of going in a circle in the open air, I want to have a go at the other&amp;nbsp;rides again! Asyari promised he'd bring me there again someday... just like AF who promised to bring me to the Sentosa Beach a year ago... just like Ad who promised to bring me to Vivo City few years back.&amp;nbsp;TSK Ahahahaha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyways, the fun didn't just end at USS. After what it seemed like the&amp;nbsp;impossible longest&amp;nbsp;queue (ever!)&amp;nbsp;of waiting for the gift bags, we had to queue yet again for the cab ride home. The cabbie only explained that he was only going to take 4 persons in&amp;nbsp;after all of us got in the cab. Just extra one also cannot! Psht. It was already past midnight and we didn't know how to get home. We couldn't split into 2 cabs as we didn't have enough cash then. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And so we walk walk walked around the size of a football field and a half&amp;nbsp;carpark and still couldn't managed to find our way out. Aaron saved the night. His dad just landed from the airport and had to go pick us up. Must be exhausted. Gosh.&amp;nbsp;We waited by a bustop (at last we found an exit, thank&amp;nbsp;god)&amp;nbsp;near&amp;nbsp;Vivo&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;by the time I reached home, it was near 3 in the&amp;nbsp;morning. I skipped school the next day but the rest persevered on to reach school early to receive a certificate from the YOG Officials for volunteering :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My aunts are gone. One back to her husband&amp;nbsp;and their country full of&amp;nbsp;Germs&amp;nbsp;(dot. so lame-.-)&amp;nbsp;and one went to Abu Dhabi with half her family members to work for 2 years. Bleagh. Gonna miss them. I hope they're coming back for the next raya that's coming.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talking bout raya, my friends and I went&amp;nbsp;for raya outing&amp;nbsp;on the 26th September. Even though there were only 8 of us compared to the past years' twenty, it was ok. Everything went fine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TKrBQEtB0hI/AAAAAAAAAss/HeqNTGabz0s/s1600/62995_440494459450_777874450_4815202_6045567_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TKrBQEtB0hI/AAAAAAAAAss/HeqNTGabz0s/s320/62995_440494459450_777874450_4815202_6045567_n.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TKrBgZYaCPI/AAAAAAAAAsw/9kXPzLM2XVw/s1600/62995_440494464450_777874450_4815203_2506321_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TKrBgZYaCPI/AAAAAAAAAsw/9kXPzLM2XVw/s320/62995_440494464450_777874450_4815203_2506321_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TKrClIT3aLI/AAAAAAAAAs4/0uf6k7HUTHQ/s1600/62812_1499319855852_1619835321_1132382_2576261_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TKrClIT3aLI/AAAAAAAAAs4/0uf6k7HUTHQ/s320/62812_1499319855852_1619835321_1132382_2576261_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TKrCuZm2EDI/AAAAAAAAAs8/OHgc8jKqIn8/s1600/33732_1499386537519_1619835321_1132592_7031762_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TKrCuZm2EDI/AAAAAAAAAs8/OHgc8jKqIn8/s320/33732_1499386537519_1619835321_1132592_7031762_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TKrBvCNlETI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Wsp6_3TlSLc/s1600/44920_1499385257487_1619835321_1132590_4998715_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TKrBvCNlETI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Wsp6_3TlSLc/s320/44920_1499385257487_1619835321_1132590_4998715_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmm. Vhat else. Ah yes, &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;examinations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mine just started and paused and will resume back again next Monday. I&amp;nbsp;don't think I'll blog any sooner after this. Goodluck to everyone! Those taking EOY Exams, N Level, O Level and to that little 15 year old kiddo who is gonna take her A Level this coming year. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ALL THE BEST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-3706671112805370266?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/3706671112805370266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=3706671112805370266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/3706671112805370266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/3706671112805370266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/10/many-many-posts-i-promised.html' title='the many many posts i promised - the reminiscences of a beautiful apathetic imp - USS'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TKrBQEtB0hI/AAAAAAAAAss/HeqNTGabz0s/s72-c/62995_440494459450_777874450_4815202_6045567_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-6005496522966620484</id><published>2010-09-08T05:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T05:06:43.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l86grlhMr31qa585eo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l86grlhMr31qa585eo1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some guys focus more on how to get a girl but once they have her, they lose focus on how to keep her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l82g1gCcNL1qa24hyo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l82g1gCcNL1qa24hyo1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things a girl wants but don't ask for&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#23 If it seems like there is something wrong, ask her -if she denies something being wrong, it means SHE DOESN’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT- so just hug her instead.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-6005496522966620484?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/6005496522966620484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=6005496522966620484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/6005496522966620484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/6005496522966620484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/09/grrrr.html' title='grrrr'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-6207075686649564739</id><published>2010-09-08T03:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T03:51:18.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bbb green</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;why thank you, thank you very much! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's September 8th, and the 29th day of Ramadhan. Which means we only have 1 more day to fast, for us Muslims. Not that you guys don't know or anything. I'm just saying, yknow?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This term break is making me lazy about school. I'm barely in my room! Always watching the telly. Ooh did I mentioned that I got all teary over watching 3 Hindustan shows? Ahahaha! The hero was a goon but there were scenes where he showed love! Especially the one where he hugged and thanked an old cleaner who was blabbering about his job. Awww.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.localbadge.com/stores/l/localbadge/catalog/angry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://www.localbadge.com/stores/l/localbadge/catalog/angry.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Haiz, I need to start on my design journal soon. And clean the house. And the room. And paint. And study. And read. And buy clothes for Raya. It's Wednesday already! Grrrr.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-6207075686649564739?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/6207075686649564739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=6207075686649564739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/6207075686649564739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/6207075686649564739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/09/bbb-green.html' title='bbb green'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-5968264975822417555</id><published>2010-09-05T15:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T15:56:22.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oops!... i did it again</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;'Cause to lose all my senses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;That is just so typically me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-5968264975822417555?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/5968264975822417555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=5968264975822417555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/5968264975822417555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/5968264975822417555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/09/oops-i-did-it-again.html' title='oops!... i did it again'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-567922757421471089</id><published>2010-09-02T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T03:02:43.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish there's an alfalfa waiting for me somewhere...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TH6jDzmgl8I/AAAAAAAAAsc/mOVYFytlPmw/s1600/tumblr_l7kqfsuicY1qbezbuo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TH6jDzmgl8I/AAAAAAAAAsc/mOVYFytlPmw/s320/tumblr_l7kqfsuicY1qbezbuo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-567922757421471089?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/567922757421471089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=567922757421471089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/567922757421471089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/567922757421471089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-wish-theres-alfalfa-waiting-for-me.html' title='i wish there&apos;s an alfalfa waiting for me somewhere...'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TH6jDzmgl8I/AAAAAAAAAsc/mOVYFytlPmw/s72-c/tumblr_l7kqfsuicY1qbezbuo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-2919817832181230378</id><published>2010-08-30T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T22:58:19.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eh eh ah~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;CUTE WITH THE TEETH OUT&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/4464961800159259599-2919817832181230378?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/2919817832181230378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=2919817832181230378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/2919817832181230378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/2919817832181230378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/08/eh-eh-ah.html' title='eh eh ah~'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-703561276786297129</id><published>2010-08-25T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T22:53:14.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WISH RAMADHAN WOULD STAY FOREVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-703561276786297129?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/703561276786297129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=703561276786297129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/703561276786297129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/703561276786297129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-wish-ramadhan-would-stay-forever.html' title='I WISH RAMADHAN WOULD STAY FOREVER'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-1231954787219144318</id><published>2010-08-25T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T22:50:29.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a walk to remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/THUpG2eFnHI/AAAAAAAAAsU/bqxZxJ03WYk/s1600/tumblr_l35cz5I58a1qbp4aeo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="170" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/THUpG2eFnHI/AAAAAAAAAsU/bqxZxJ03WYk/s400/tumblr_l35cz5I58a1qbp4aeo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It's sweet when someone knows every single detail about you. Not because you constantly remind them, but because they pay attention."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's what I saw when I read someone's blog. But really,&amp;nbsp;is it that&amp;nbsp;sweet? Because I think I'll find it annoying. Especially if that person&amp;nbsp;uses his knowledge against me when times are&amp;nbsp;bad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-1231954787219144318?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/1231954787219144318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=1231954787219144318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/1231954787219144318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/1231954787219144318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/08/walk-to-remember.html' title='a walk to remember'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/THUpG2eFnHI/AAAAAAAAAsU/bqxZxJ03WYk/s72-c/tumblr_l35cz5I58a1qbp4aeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-3162859679045371494</id><published>2010-08-22T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T17:55:49.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/THDzlg8iW0I/AAAAAAAAAsM/CFhyA6EPCEU/s1600/Image14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/THDzlg8iW0I/AAAAAAAAAsM/CFhyA6EPCEU/s320/Image14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Truth is, everybody is going to hurt you; you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-3162859679045371494?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/3162859679045371494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=3162859679045371494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/3162859679045371494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/3162859679045371494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/08/af.html' title='AF'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/THDzlg8iW0I/AAAAAAAAAsM/CFhyA6EPCEU/s72-c/Image14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-1803937964788776563</id><published>2010-08-22T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T17:52:45.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>riding in cars with boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/THDzK8QYJ_I/AAAAAAAAAr8/-EbPqfP-GF0/s1600/3052_1135727911437_1174513328_420872_7087494_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/THDzK8QYJ_I/AAAAAAAAAr8/-EbPqfP-GF0/s320/3052_1135727911437_1174513328_420872_7087494_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-1803937964788776563?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/1803937964788776563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=1803937964788776563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/1803937964788776563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/1803937964788776563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/08/riding-in-cars-with-boys.html' title='riding in cars with boys'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/THDzK8QYJ_I/AAAAAAAAAr8/-EbPqfP-GF0/s72-c/3052_1135727911437_1174513328_420872_7087494_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-4374770611398489456</id><published>2010-08-22T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T17:27:20.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>find someone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;WHO WILL &lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;UNDERSTANDINGLY&lt;/span&gt; KEEP SILENT WHEN YOU'RE MAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and when you find that someone, tell me. bcos i don't think anyone like that ever exist.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-4374770611398489456?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/4374770611398489456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=4374770611398489456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/4374770611398489456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/4374770611398489456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/08/find-someone.html' title='find someone...'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-8481193960284882584</id><published>2010-08-14T01:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T13:15:28.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN THAT MOTHERCHUCKER</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;They say it starts with forgiveness, but why do I feel like crap? &lt;em&gt;Because you just wouldn't express them, dumbass.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's start.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It all started with me waking up on the wrong side of the bed. Not that I have sides but you get what I mean. I think. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wait.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's start again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They say friendship starts with a little introduction, or a side of yourself that you don't want others to know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mine started with a judgement. A mistake. A little misunderstanding.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok enough.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's talk about apples. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love apples as much as I do about chickens. No, that was a lie. I love chickens as much as I do about eggs. Ah, much better. Duh, they're similar.&lt;em&gt; Fool&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-8481193960284882584?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/8481193960284882584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=8481193960284882584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/8481193960284882584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/8481193960284882584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/08/damn-that-motherchucker.html' title='DAMN THAT MOTHERCHUCKER'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-6569714970441560742</id><published>2010-08-12T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T16:59:52.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PURE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Forget my life, I HAVE GOOD NEWS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our&amp;nbsp;Onyx Love just received&amp;nbsp;her O Level results! AND SHE ACED IT! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alhamdulillah. All A and 3 A* was it? Omg, just 14! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(...fine. turning 15 in a week's time but I ain't gonna admit that)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratulations again, Far. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hehehe she called me just to tell the news. Love you OL&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-6569714970441560742?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/6569714970441560742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=6569714970441560742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/6569714970441560742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/6569714970441560742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/08/pure.html' title='PURE'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-586213421256328173</id><published>2010-08-12T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T00:03:18.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Life's been great. Really.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-586213421256328173?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/586213421256328173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=586213421256328173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/586213421256328173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/586213421256328173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/08/lifes-been-great.html' title=''/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-7748763573223469947</id><published>2010-07-16T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T22:43:00.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POKER FACE</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Performance Night 'Poker Face' 2010 @ RI&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TEBu_BEFfyI/AAAAAAAAArE/1VNVL8qH8Is/s1600/RI+Poker+Face+8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TEBu_BEFfyI/AAAAAAAAArE/1VNVL8qH8Is/s320/RI+Poker+Face+8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lady Gagas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TEBvQfywfHI/AAAAAAAAArU/Q9n8Ovueroo/s1600/37593_1544102485369_1319190254_31508918_7994520_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TEBvQfywfHI/AAAAAAAAArU/Q9n8Ovueroo/s320/37593_1544102485369_1319190254_31508918_7994520_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TEBvcVSheOI/AAAAAAAAArc/YKD9dANqMoQ/s1600/34492_1543988002507_1319190254_31508372_1384713_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TEBvcVSheOI/AAAAAAAAArc/YKD9dANqMoQ/s320/34492_1543988002507_1319190254_31508372_1384713_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guest performance by our school :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TEBvi4DrjSI/AAAAAAAAArk/wv-Ud9VSdxE/s1600/35296_1544109565546_1319190254_31508934_3285651_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TEBvi4DrjSI/AAAAAAAAArk/wv-Ud9VSdxE/s320/35296_1544109565546_1319190254_31508934_3285651_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bad Romance parody&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TEBvmyvHwbI/AAAAAAAAArs/YUaxEsaSoB4/s1600/34749_1544136366216_1319190254_31509000_8217446_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TEBvmyvHwbI/AAAAAAAAArs/YUaxEsaSoB4/s320/34749_1544136366216_1319190254_31509000_8217446_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TEBvp7aHAII/AAAAAAAAAr0/fpIZr9RJ6yg/s1600/34749_1544136406217_1319190254_31509001_4253114_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TEBvp7aHAII/AAAAAAAAAr0/fpIZr9RJ6yg/s320/34749_1544136406217_1319190254_31509001_4253114_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-7748763573223469947?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/7748763573223469947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=7748763573223469947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7748763573223469947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7748763573223469947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/07/poker-face.html' title='POKER FACE'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TEBu_BEFfyI/AAAAAAAAArE/1VNVL8qH8Is/s72-c/RI+Poker+Face+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-7913573476634305454</id><published>2010-07-12T02:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T04:30:33.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JESSICA STANLEY FROM TWILIGHT SAGA: ECLIPSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="background-color: #f6b26b; color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When we were five, they asked us what we wanted to be when we grow up. Our answers were things like astronaut, president, or in my case… princess. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="background-color: #f6b26b; color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When we were ten, they asked again and we answered - rock star, cowboy, or in my case, gold medalist. But now that we’ve grown up, they want a serious answer. Well, how ‘bout this: who the hell knows?! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="background-color: #f6b26b; color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This isn’t the time to make hard and fast decisions, its time to make mistakes. Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere chill. Fall in love - a lot. Major in philosophy ‘cause there’s no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind. Then change it again, because nothing is permanent. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="background-color: #f6b26b; color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So make as many mistakes as you can. That way, someday, when they ask again what we want to be… we won’t have to guess. We’ll know.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-7913573476634305454?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/7913573476634305454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=7913573476634305454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7913573476634305454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7913573476634305454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-quote-jessica-stanley-from-twilight.html' title='JESSICA STANLEY FROM TWILIGHT SAGA: ECLIPSE'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-8322068192418390631</id><published>2010-07-11T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T23:52:43.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRONOUNCING 'STS' &amp; 'SKS'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What an interesting weekend!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favourite FSS-Friday Saturday Sunday-this year so far :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday after school, the students who take Malay Lang as their mother tongue went to watch a mini play about how teenagers are coping with their studies, peer pressure, family, etc. Not like those boring videos and talks by our teachers. This play, tres interesting.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Afterward I rushed back home to have a quick shower and changed in less than 30 mins (including finding clothes and ironing and stuff :D) to follow my mum to the old mosque at Bishan. I kept forgetting its name. It was a special night as it was the night that our dear prophet went for his journey to erm.. Yeah. Isra' Mi'raj, was it? Right? &lt;i&gt;RIGHT?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anyways we reached home at around 0100 and off I went to bed. Saturday morning I had to go to NIE for a workshop. The workshop was to prepare and train us to be hosts for the YOG'10. A few schoolmates of mine and I were chosen to set up a booth for the World Culture Village which will be at NIE, of course.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I came 45mins late and they were all (by their faces I can tell) a bit pissed and grumpy. Heh. &lt;i&gt;So malu!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nine and a half hours past quickly and off we go. I had to go through the whole 'rush-back-home-to-have-a-quick-shower-and-change-in-less-than-30-mins-(including finding clothes and ironing and stuff :D)' again as SRCY was having an "indoor campfire" performance night at RI (Raffles Instituition) and I had to meet my cadets by 1830 when the YOG workshop ends 1730!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Crazy.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So I came late again but this time everyone seemed glad that I turned up even after a long day full of activities. And that it was okay because I came dressed nicely plus I brought my date along even though my teacher said that it was strictly for RCY members only. Hah!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I had a helluva night with the cadets and seniors. Even after the 'campfire' ended at 9, we stayed longer to dance to the songs and pretended that we were super models! The performance-Telephone dance by some of my cadets was awesome. GdoubleODJOB everyone! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After loadz of picture taking and many many hugs and kisses, the Dude &amp;amp; I went over to his neighbourhood and had a Pasar Malam 2-hours date. He then sent me home at 2330 :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday today! I met the Dude again together with AF. Ah. My two awesome friends. We hang around my block for a while before skating/rollerblading/cycling at a nearby court. I went home at 1830, had my dinner, watched a Tamil movie and here I am!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes, I'm always learning something new everyday (so I guess my life isn't that boring so much after all! just cannotgoout-.-) but I'm so glad that once in a while, I get to learn in the more interesting kind of way. If only I can put in this much effort to just try everyday, my life would rock. dot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What an ending.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phew. Didn't know I could blog without telling the details. Yes, if I were to put in the details.. Yawl will be snoring by now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GO HOLLAND!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;That's more like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-8322068192418390631?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/8322068192418390631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=8322068192418390631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/8322068192418390631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/8322068192418390631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/07/pronouncing-sts-sks.html' title='PRONOUNCING &apos;STS&apos; &amp; &apos;SKS&apos;'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-4709629301674086431</id><published>2010-07-06T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T23:43:12.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MADHORSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TDNO1bZ5sjI/AAAAAAAAAq8/sG7RF3Vsr7U/s1600/100703_175302.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TDNO1bZ5sjI/AAAAAAAAAq8/sG7RF3Vsr7U/s320/100703_175302.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;...That is the name of my new found love. &lt;em&gt;Madhorse.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;He's new, he's blue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;He's rough, he's&amp;nbsp;tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;He's hot, he's a board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;A skateboard. Not many years ago I'd kill to ride one. Now.. Now I can only smile at my old wish. It was the first thing I ever wanted, aspired by Avril Lavigne. The respectful owner is, of course, the Dude. He's helping me. I couldn't even pedal right. Let alone control that powerful thing. Heh heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-4709629301674086431?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/4709629301674086431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=4709629301674086431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/4709629301674086431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/4709629301674086431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/07/madhorse.html' title='MADHORSE'/><author><name>A. 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Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-5086419745219281924</id><published>2010-07-04T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T16:31:01.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*WHISTLES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TDBCScoD3aI/AAAAAAAAAqs/To9-yaEOiPY/s1600/34132_407609251093_717236093_4723378_4164443_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TDBCScoD3aI/AAAAAAAAAqs/To9-yaEOiPY/s320/34132_407609251093_717236093_4723378_4164443_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TDBCVnE22iI/AAAAAAAAAq0/R1xn-W2mB-g/s1600/33402_407608796093_717236093_4723352_1168643_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TDBCVnE22iI/AAAAAAAAAq0/R1xn-W2mB-g/s320/33402_407608796093_717236093_4723352_1168643_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Even with the flooded tents and soaked bags, we had a helluva time together. A total of 700+ cadets from 5 different countries: Malaysia, Thailand, Germany and of course Singapore and Indonesia.&amp;nbsp;Don't ask me why Germany. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;I have a journal about this camp but I don't think you guys are interested anymore&amp;nbsp;so moving on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;First day of school was a bitch. Most of the sec 3s were held up because we didn't go for the Maths remedial during the June holiday. I went but since I didn't want to go home early, more work for me. Yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;The rest of the week past by quickly and tomorrow is the start of week 2 already. Can you imagine? Before we could even realise it, it's gonna be end of year exams. Soon it'd be the end of the world. &lt;em&gt;And I'm not prepared.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-5086419745219281924?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/5086419745219281924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=5086419745219281924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/5086419745219281924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/5086419745219281924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/07/whistles.html' title='*WHISTLES'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TDBCScoD3aI/AAAAAAAAAqs/To9-yaEOiPY/s72-c/34132_407609251093_717236093_4723378_4164443_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-1771267960662862640</id><published>2010-06-21T20:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:08:13.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAZ BOXERS, TRES HOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Just when I talk about Tasmanian D, another item pops out! Oh yeah, I gots a Taz Boxers now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;The Dude must be annoyed with my endless complainzx about my missing boots and that&amp;nbsp;I needed them by tomorrow for the camp because he went back to school&amp;nbsp;to take a pair for me! He had some trouble talking to the staff but hey, it's the Dude, man.&amp;nbsp;Tsktsk. Not sure whose boots are those exactly but I fit them perfectly :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;I went back to Sunplaza to grab some staff and met him there. He was being all mysterious about the extra paperbag that he gave me but I saw 'em. I saw KitKat! He knows how much I love chocolate bars that he got me my favourite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Haiz. *sighing&amp;nbsp;dreamily.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;The Dude is awesome. I repeat, THE DUDE IS AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-1771267960662862640?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/1771267960662862640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=1771267960662862640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/1771267960662862640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/1771267960662862640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/06/taz-boxers-tres-hot.html' title='TAZ BOXERS, TRES HOT!'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-1188840379359394606</id><published>2010-06-21T15:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T15:06:10.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EEYOOFTZ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TB8OxDckI3I/AAAAAAAAAqE/GI69_n03mjU/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TB8OxDckI3I/AAAAAAAAAqE/GI69_n03mjU/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;I bought my very first Tasmanian Devil item - A&amp;nbsp;plastic cup. Hehe.&amp;nbsp;It's blue and it's awesome! It has&amp;nbsp;its own&amp;nbsp;cover! ...No wait, my first Taz is&amp;nbsp;tissue. If you walk into Watson's or maybe NTUC, you can see it. It comes with other baby&amp;nbsp;Looney Tunes characters as well. I loooove Taz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;I'm still figuring out a way to steal 'Aisyah's Taz tee. &lt;em&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/em&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Speaking of sister, Farisha is coming home tomorrow and the room is in a huge mess (at least if the room is still in a mess tomorrow, I won't be home, YAY!) ! &lt;em&gt;I still haven't pack my bag yet&lt;/em&gt; :(&amp;nbsp;If you're wondering where did she go, she went away for a holiday with her friends. I posted about it few entries back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Haiz, I need to pack &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; clean the room pronto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-1188840379359394606?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/1188840379359394606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=1188840379359394606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/1188840379359394606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/1188840379359394606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/06/eeyooftz.html' title='EEYOOFTZ!'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TB8OxDckI3I/AAAAAAAAAqE/GI69_n03mjU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-4111798625831024475</id><published>2010-06-20T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T20:45:21.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GROUP.. GREEN!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;I went to the final contact session at Red Cross HQ today and I got to know my group mates for the first time. They're all.. nice. They filled me in with the past activities, what our group is in charge&amp;nbsp;with during the camp, etc. Quite friendly. I was just kinda dreading the fact that I'm in group Green. Haiz. Green and me?&amp;nbsp;Absolute no-no. To indicate that we're actually in Green, we bought green bandannas. Hoorah-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;...Well, at least the green isn't so bad. Looks cheerful. High hopes on the T-shirts that we're getting later on. We also have to write a journal during the camp and if I'm not lazy, I'll write some of the important points here when I get back, kays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;My trip to Batam this Tuesday is actually called&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://srcyaseanjumbara2010.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ASEAN JUMBARA 2010 SRCY Campers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;(pls click to know more). I'm sure that there'll be loadz of photos to come. Will update again asap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;PS I love OL &amp;amp; AF! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-4111798625831024475?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/4111798625831024475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=4111798625831024475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/4111798625831024475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/4111798625831024475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/06/group-green.html' title='GROUP.. GREEN!?'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-7978061820198945750</id><published>2010-06-19T15:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T17:45:41.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITCHY HANDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Even with my hideous tagboard colours that doesn't match the background at all, and my how-the-hell-should-I-arrange-my-boards dilemma for the past few hours, I think I'm quite satisfied with the overall look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Formspring.me board might be temporary as well as permanent. It looks kinda funny, alone at the bottom of Gadget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;With the birds, my blog now&amp;nbsp;looks like some abandoned&amp;nbsp;Twitter&amp;nbsp;World (..which btw, my page rocks with the Aladdin background! click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/asyurashariff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;), and&amp;nbsp;the "one page per post" makes it look like Tumblr. Oh well, I love it. And besides, there are only like&amp;nbsp;2 daily readers here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-7978061820198945750?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/7978061820198945750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=7978061820198945750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7978061820198945750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7978061820198945750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/06/itchy-hands.html' title='ITCHY HANDS'/><author><name>A. 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Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-7135676553384363353</id><published>2010-06-17T20:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T01:26:56.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YEEEEOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AF. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ehh hi sister.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ASYURA!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAHHH, YOU VVVVVVVVVVVVVVV IRR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AF. just sent you a nudge. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AF. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ڸ٥ﻻ ﻉ√٥ ﺎ ♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ASYURA SHARIFF WILL YOU REPLY ME BEFORE I GO OVER TO YOUR HOUSE &amp;amp; SLAP YOU??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OI!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ohgod&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi! I've been feeling miserable the whole day but one mini conversation with this guy can make my month if not my life :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;I can hear football fans shouting from across the street at Macdonald's. I feel like joining them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-7135676553384363353?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/7135676553384363353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=7135676553384363353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7135676553384363353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7135676553384363353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/06/yeeeeow.html' title='YEEEEOW!'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-2890654395837101158</id><published>2010-06-16T16:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T01:27:20.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l1vrcl8WxD1qbd0xlo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l1vrcl8WxD1qbd0xlo1_500.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;I miss AF and Friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-2890654395837101158?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/2890654395837101158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=2890654395837101158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/2890654395837101158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/2890654395837101158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/06/change_16.html' title='CHANGE'/><author><name>A. 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Okay la, my fave colours what! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-6309410500906571568?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/6309410500906571568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=6309410500906571568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/6309410500906571568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/6309410500906571568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/06/change.html' title=''/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-9153428623612942349</id><published>2010-06-15T07:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T07:32:59.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CIKARO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TBZtB_P5eHI/AAAAAAAAAo8/607P814szww/s1600/100615collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TBZtB_P5eHI/AAAAAAAAAo8/607P814szww/s320/100615collage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...atau nama saintifiknya, wanita.&lt;/em&gt; LOLWTH-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;The above was taken from a Malay movie, please ignore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;To start off my post, I'm going to talk about having a holiday; or a long period of free time. I feel like asking myself "In your opinion, what is the meaning of holiday?" at my own Formspring.me and answer it as&amp;nbsp;an essay&amp;nbsp;with full of exclamation points as if excited and wants to relive life to the fullest during that period of time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Sad, I'm not doing any beneficial things this June holiday. Plans to watch GG, Glee, Smallville, Friends, Naruto,&amp;nbsp;Charmed, 90210, plus movies &lt;em&gt;all gone&lt;/em&gt;. Plans to go out with friends, cousins, siblings &lt;em&gt;all gone&lt;/em&gt;. Plans to DIY stuff &lt;em&gt;all gone&lt;/em&gt;. Plans to sort myself out &lt;em&gt;all gone&lt;/em&gt;. Plans to study &lt;em&gt;all gone&lt;/em&gt;. There's not enough time! I even suck at leading myself, how can I lead the entire RCY duh (&lt;em&gt;Sorry OL, don't argue with me anymore&lt;/em&gt;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;I planned that this year's semester break was gonna be meaningful. Shit I couldn't even discipline myself to get up early -&amp;nbsp;Me typing at this hour is because I didn't sleep at all. It's 0725 btw. Argh now I'm pissed and cursing the air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;...I shall change the subject. Go back to where I only blog about what had happened. ----&amp;nbsp;Wow my english is so bad that I almost typed "happend." Tsk. No wonder I cried when I received&amp;nbsp;back my&amp;nbsp;EL papers.&amp;nbsp;For the first time I cried over my&amp;nbsp;results and it bloody hurts.&amp;nbsp;B3.... but "happend" looks nicer than "happened" don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;I'm not thinking right. Maybe it was the Deluxe breakfast I shared with Chacha over at Mac's while watching soccer just now. Must be the delicious worthy-of-a-stomach-ache syrup over my pancake. Don't you think that my picture is somehow like a fake candid? Hahahaha 2 of 'em are really candid. One.. Well.. I wasn't ready. dot. Ok time for the Dude! I promised him I'd call him back after praying and now it's after blogging. Heh heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-9153428623612942349?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/9153428623612942349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=9153428623612942349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/9153428623612942349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/9153428623612942349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/06/cikaro.html' title='CIKARO'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TBZtB_P5eHI/AAAAAAAAAo8/607P814szww/s72-c/100615collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-2133471757700780832</id><published>2010-06-14T19:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T01:03:06.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TBYY_1Y-HVI/AAAAAAAAAo0/luAnThYCcm0/s1600/dooo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TBYY_1Y-HVI/AAAAAAAAAo0/luAnThYCcm0/s320/dooo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;thank you for the short, half an hour ice cream date :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-2133471757700780832?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/2133471757700780832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=2133471757700780832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/2133471757700780832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/2133471757700780832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/06/ice-kachang.html' title=''/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TBYY_1Y-HVI/AAAAAAAAAo0/luAnThYCcm0/s72-c/dooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-7652454329141536913</id><published>2010-06-13T04:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T04:19:00.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WALK IT OFF, BABY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0sfp6Hr2C1qzgkwbo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qu="true" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0sfp6Hr2C1qzgkwbo1_500.png" width="345" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Ok so I rate&amp;nbsp;Valentine's Day 2/5. Won't elaborate on that one. I just think that the Taylors are extras in the show and they're both dumb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Tonight was kinda&amp;nbsp;interesting. I received a call from the Dude shortly after posting my previous post. He said that he didn't wanna sleep, that he wanted to be with me, which was cute because the call was less than a minute and before I knew it, he was online. It was also because I know he was tired from the long day of day camp and he has to attend again later. &lt;i&gt;Awwww.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;...ok no, I don't really fall for that kinda stuff but I know he was just being sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;What I didn't realised was Adam was also online! It's been a long time since we last talk.. Or&amp;nbsp;saw each other.&amp;nbsp;I miss that guy. We didn't chat that much though. And then AF logs in too! So I went all excited because he's hardly ever online at midnight! I think I'm still excited. Tsk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;To Onyx Love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I miss you too babe. Can't believe you're gonna be here in less than 3 days! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;My tagboard says thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Honestly, I don't really care about my position. I just don't like to let people down, but now I think I really don't care already. Heh. And what do you mean like Blair? Serena's not dumb anyway. She's just naive.. ok fine on some episodes she's like a moron but hey! I play her, ok!? Don't criticize my character. dot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;You're just lucky I tell you. Or maybe you are a genius. LOL. It is true that you're barely 15 right? Your birthday is August, don't think I've forgotten :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;You can't hate love. You're not Sasuke ok. You're full of love! You love to write, you love to disturb your siblings, you love to eat.. Heck, you love Dan! No, you love me! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-7652454329141536913?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/7652454329141536913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=7652454329141536913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7652454329141536913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7652454329141536913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-walk-it-off-baby.html' title='WALK IT OFF, BABY'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-751381037144474184</id><published>2010-06-12T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T22:51:37.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VALENTINE'S DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;11/06/10 - "&lt;em&gt;...there was a message from Asyura asking if i wanted to go cycling, for an hour. I immediately replied, but technically wasn’t immediate enough because I only realized I had a message from her half an hour after i received. So i met her at Chong Pang Macs, along with our bikes of course. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We didn’t have a definite destination, so we just cycled to where we wanted to, left, right, left, right. Soon enough we were at sembawang, not just near the SSC. But deep into sembawang, the sembawang park arena. Yknow? The one with the killer hill. Hahahaha! We were like pushing our bikes up from time to time. I was looking for the steepest slope &amp;amp; it just happened to be the road towards the mosque i went earlier. Which was cool because &lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;I wanted to show her the beach-side.&lt;/span&gt; We cycled towars to beach. The scenery was amazing as usual. Cycled back since it was already our curfews. Bid goodbyes at a traffic light. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;THANKS AGAIN A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Thank &lt;em&gt;you,&lt;/em&gt; bro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Aunt had house warming plus it was my cousin's 12th birthday so we stayed a little longer for the cake and everything. Was supposed to go to AF's bbq - his cousin's birthday too! Hope he's having fun right now :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;My little white lie was backfired when Mama told me that she's meeting her friend at the same place that I was gonna meet the Dude. I told her that I was meeting Sherra instead. So the plan was cancelled. I is so kental. Heheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just realised that OL is barely 15 and she's done with O Level! Urgh&lt;/strong&gt; graduating before&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;16 was my dream&lt;strong&gt;. It was crushed when I&amp;nbsp;started to learn about... love. Now&amp;nbsp;I have to look and aim for another dream. I wish I was&amp;nbsp;Sasuke.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;I hate you, Far&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Now watching Valentine's Day. Now then I watch eh! I know I know, I is so kental x2 right? dot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-751381037144474184?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/751381037144474184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=751381037144474184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/751381037144474184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/751381037144474184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/06/valentines-day.html' title='VALENTINE&apos;S DAY'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-7409998723838588282</id><published>2010-06-10T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T21:26:23.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIC TAC TOE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Farisha and her friends are now in Africa. We sent her to the airport last night. Just she, her best friend and her boyfriend. Not sure la whether they're dating or not but looks like it ;D Farisha is my first sister btw, the eldest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;We share the same room but now I have it all to myself for 2 weeks. I think I'm gonna party first then miss her. Tsk. Even though it's cool that her best friend and boyfriend are by her side, isn't it like, dangerous to go to a foreign country alone? Just the 3 of them?? Sure they're adults but there's only 1 guy! How scary is that. Anything can happen! ...Hope not. dot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;The way I&amp;nbsp;type above obviously proves that I am not in the mood to blog. No effort at all. Heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;I have an important&amp;nbsp;camp to attend tomorrow but I give no shit about it. I'm sorry to those who encouraged and motivated me to go but there's just no point in me going! Seriously, it is already clear that I fail the test because I did not have at least 80% attendance&amp;nbsp;as I didn't go for the contact sessions but my teacher forced me to go and so I am not going even though I gave her a regret face and said yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Hell is waiting for me when school reopen, I know. But who cares?? Most to most my position as V. Chair in RCY will be pulled off. So? I'm just sad that they didn't select Julie for this position because she is obviously more responsible and outgoing than me. &lt;em&gt;Sorry Jules.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Played games on MSN with the Dude just now. He suck at Tic Tac. Loser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Buuuut,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you, Dude, for you embrace me at my smelliest&amp;nbsp;:D&amp;nbsp;You love me at my worst. Without you my week will be a disaster. Hope you're having fun with the boys right now. XO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TBDlBkl5hWI/AAAAAAAAAos/YQ1FzwvKHaM/s1600/Sending+kakak+off+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TBDlBkl5hWI/AAAAAAAAAos/YQ1FzwvKHaM/s320/Sending+kakak+off+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Pops, Kherra, yours truly,&amp;nbsp;Ihsan, Sid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-7409998723838588282?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/7409998723838588282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=7409998723838588282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7409998723838588282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7409998723838588282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/06/tic-tac-toe_10.html' title='TIC TAC TOE'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TBDlBkl5hWI/AAAAAAAAAos/YQ1FzwvKHaM/s72-c/Sending+kakak+off+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-5224764089444685867</id><published>2010-06-10T20:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T20:37:51.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-size: large;"&gt;AKU MALAS AH NAK UPDATE. MAAF AH AF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-5224764089444685867?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/5224764089444685867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=5224764089444685867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/5224764089444685867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/5224764089444685867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/06/tic-tac-toe.html' title=''/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-5634397641299591072</id><published>2010-06-06T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T23:54:06.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRINCE ALI... ABOOBOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Okay people; click &lt;a href="http://mostboringsite.tumblr.com/" style="color: lime;"&gt;AF&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cool site. Go view~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; He dedicated a photo for me so I'm returning the favor by promoting his tumblr :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So the school's 10th anniversary was celebrated with a carnival as most of you know it. We had only a few stalls. Not more than 20 I bet. They should put all of the stalls in the canteen instead of 1-2 stalls stranded by themselves at the corner of a faraway block. And the mini 'restaurant' I think is simply rubbish. None of the visitors visited the F&amp;amp;N room. Like so sad, they cooked a lot! Poor Nizam and the chef.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I also thought that the mass display was super short. It felt like the songs were fast forward or something 'cos I didn't feel anything at all! Whatever la eh, it's all over anyway.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So! Today papa took me on a ride along our area. He showed me this durian tree and later make up a story to mama, telling her that we ate the fallen durians on the spot just to make her jealous. Hahahahaha cute sia. Then he brought me to a park in Woodlands and told me a short story about that place. How last time that place was full of shops selling car/motorbike parts and old stuff. He worked at Senoko last time so he used to roam around that area. He used to bring mama to the park too! Its the park where kids nowadays like to play kites...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: #741b47;"&gt;He told me all those when we were still on the bike, by the road. I bet he was feeling all nostalgic at that time :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-5634397641299591072?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/5634397641299591072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=5634397641299591072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/5634397641299591072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/5634397641299591072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/06/prince-ali-abooboo.html' title='PRINCE ALI... 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Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-731133392537468077</id><published>2010-06-04T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T19:43:51.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST ME AND THE BOYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2ngx2ECHI1qzmjc1o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="283" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2ngx2ECHI1qzmjc1o1_500.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-731133392537468077?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/731133392537468077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=731133392537468077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/731133392537468077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/731133392537468077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/06/me-and-boys.html' title='JUST ME AND THE BOYS'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-7229828609894294738</id><published>2010-06-02T00:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T00:43:01.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UP DOWN, UP DOWN</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Fever's a bitch. I'm just lucky my highest temperature was only 39.4 degrees and I don't feel as weak anymore :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;The reason why I couldn't go for OBS. Fuck it la. First NDP now this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;There's Chem class and mass display prac tomorrow and mama is not letting me go?? &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;DOUBLE FUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-7229828609894294738?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/7229828609894294738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=7229828609894294738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7229828609894294738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7229828609894294738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/06/up-down-up-down.html' title='UP DOWN, UP DOWN'/><author><name>A. 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Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/TADV_ThylmI/AAAAAAAAAok/TqNc81VjSJQ/s72-c/fml34.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-2926885931157105661</id><published>2010-05-27T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T23:42:13.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY SLIGHT FEVER IS NOTHING COMPARED TO HIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0xu9xTIgz1qafznio1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0xu9xTIgz1qafznio1_500.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dude, get better soon and download Gossip Girl :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-2926885931157105661?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/2926885931157105661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=2926885931157105661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/2926885931157105661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/2926885931157105661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-slight-fever-is-nothing-compared-to.html' title='MY SLIGHT FEVER IS NOTHING COMPARED TO HIS'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-7571086111405174680</id><published>2010-05-27T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T22:11:01.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TUH TUH TUH TELEPHONE! (ZAGGY POST)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last day of school was the most irrelevant school day ever! I woke up slightly late and decided to give school another skip (3rd time already sia!). Was happily watching the telly eating my breakfast when my phone beeped. I quickly ran upstairs to find my classmates messages asking where am I and whatnot.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I realized that the class fund is still with me and we needed to pay MrNg to get our T-shirts. I quickly got dress and requested mama to send me. Alas even with Henry and Wei Jie's share, it isn't enough to pay the vendor 'cause some people are just selfish. For one whole freaking month our tees are gonna rot in the office-.-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neeeext, results time! Most of us were relax and were laughing at their own sad results(O.O) I, on the other hand, was praying and hoping, shaking in the stupid air conditioned room. I gasped as I took a peek at my results. I passed everything! Alhamdulillah :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I aced only 2 subjects. Now I&amp;nbsp; hate Lit, D&amp;amp;T &amp;amp; Comb. Humans. Tsk. 6 points for L1B2 and 12 points for EMB3. Sighed and shouted in the canteen with AF while waiting for mama.... 2PM and she's still not there. We decided to call but she rejected? So I texted her and she's not coming. I burst. WTF&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She had me all worried and panicked for NO BLOODY REASON!? I WAS STRESSED OUT OF MY MIND FOR ONE WHOLE WEEK! Argh I apologised to AF. I kept him waiting for nothing. He tried to make me feel better by being a devil and ask me to skip the mass display prac and watch GG with him. Siao. And then he was being a&amp;nbsp; real sweetheart by waiting for me to finish at 6plusplus. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;He stood by me from morning till evening. Sweet ke ape. I felt better with his gossips about those Year 1 People. I thanked him by buying him his fav. bubble tea. Macam pathetic aje. Met mama and Chacha at Cwp and mama congratulated me for my maths, she shook my hand and all. Weirdo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-7571086111405174680?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/7571086111405174680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=7571086111405174680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7571086111405174680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7571086111405174680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/05/tuh-tuh-tuh-telephone-zaggy-post.html' title='TUH TUH TUH TELEPHONE! (ZAGGY POST)'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-5627957547334319907</id><published>2010-05-25T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T21:05:17.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FACE THE MIRROR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sharing is a good thing. That's what I've been telling myself just now when I was typing an email to Dengz. We are the kind that whenever we have a conversation, she talks and I listen. So sharing with her my story for the first time is kinda hard. I think I sent a piece of my heart to her and it feels nice to share. Macam diary.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My mum wants to come for PTC this Thursday. My whole life she's been lazy to go and now she volunteered?? C'mon la! Don't be an annoying mother. She gave me this stern look that looked like she wants to talk to me about something serious. I hate Liana. Go to hell with her zaggy attitude. No one in her own uGroup wants her. I'm already going to get in trouble for getting caught being with the Dude so I don't care if the fucking school reads this or not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To make things worse, I flunk all of my subjects except for Maths &amp;amp; MT. School is contemplating on whether to drop our Lit or not. What the hell. There isn't any proper teacher to teach us Lit(AND English) for 3 whole fucking years so don't blame us if we don't know how to answer your essay questions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why am I mad all of a sudden??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: #45818e;"&gt;I'm so glad there are camps and holiday coming to get me away from everything.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-5627957547334319907?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/5627957547334319907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=5627957547334319907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/5627957547334319907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/5627957547334319907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/05/face-mirror.html' title='FACE THE MIRROR'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-5812325993949881752</id><published>2010-05-23T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T22:05:37.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How long you and your boyfriend being together?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="formspringmeAnswer" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Together around Oct last year so that'd be.. 7-8 months?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="formspringmeFooter" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://formspring.me/asyurashariff"&gt;CURIOSITY KILLS SO ASK ME!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-5812325993949881752?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/5812325993949881752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=5812325993949881752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/5812325993949881752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/5812325993949881752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-long-you-and-your-boyfriend-being.html' title='How long you and your boyfriend being together?'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-8666752322276250194</id><published>2010-05-23T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T15:01:57.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAVY OPEN HOUSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*salutes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hello new post. Yesterday I went to the Navy Open House with Ryni &amp;amp; Yourlanda. The Dude wants me to have spend time with Ryni and since Yourlanda was in the same train as us, she decided to tag along! It was awkward for me at first but soon we were laughing out loud together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Changi Naval Base was cool. Bloody mega huge ships, tanks, missiles, guns, submarines! Everything was on display. Plus interesting facts and their 2072 vision on Singapore's future forces.. The boys should go there instead of us. Ahahaha ooh and we saw little boys in their mini uniform taking photos. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The ride back was hilarious. We decided to try the circle line to Bishan but it only got us back to the track towards town. Even after 5 trains, the journey was like, 20 mins only. BEST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Met the Dude and the rest and off he sent me home ;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-8666752322276250194?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/8666752322276250194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=8666752322276250194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/8666752322276250194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/8666752322276250194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/05/navy-open-house_23.html' title='NAVY OPEN HOUSE'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-7999716097691446175</id><published>2010-05-22T12:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T13:18:13.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IF IT'S WORTH HAVING, IT'S WORTH FIGHTING FOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I did something bad. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Something that almost changed my world, and the Dude's world.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Something that could turn our worlds upside down.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...But he loves me and I love him. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And we fight for that love and we won :)&lt;/b&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/4464961800159259599-7999716097691446175?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/7999716097691446175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=7999716097691446175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7999716097691446175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7999716097691446175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-gotta-fight-fight-fight.html' title='IF IT&apos;S WORTH HAVING, IT&apos;S WORTH FIGHTING FOR'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-7686311287482839315</id><published>2010-05-18T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T00:18:27.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST TANGO, THEN PARIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://5.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kv8cqjwAD61qa3aiko1_400.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://5.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kv8cqjwAD61qa3aiko1_400.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blake Lively.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now that exams are over and I have an achy tooth, I can use that excuse to save my school money to buy myself a hard disk to store Gossip Girl... And Naruto!! And other shows :) Thank you AF for volunteering to download me the last few episodes of season 3. Love love love you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;May is a lazy month for me. Haven't been updating anything anywhere at all.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spent the weekends at Simei. Bulggogi at T2 was delicious. I tried weird mushroom. Ew. Well now it's known as Seoul Garden something. Korean food are awesome. Must try.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Was chatting with a lovely old friend of mine and we catch up a lil bit. We exchanged advices and somehow his advice got me thinking about the Dude. Is love really all we need in this world? Personally I don't think so but we gotta follow The Holy Book, no? &lt;i&gt;Open your heart and you'll fly.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How to trust others when you can't even start with yourself?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sheesh.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-7686311287482839315?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/7686311287482839315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=7686311287482839315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7686311287482839315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/7686311287482839315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/01/favourite-people-in-da-world-chace.html' title='LAST TANGO, THEN PARIS'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-8586146582410310592</id><published>2010-05-05T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T11:01:00.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTENDANCE, 100%</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Today I stayed at home. I'm giving school a skip. The Dude just woke up too. We hang on the phone, not talking, but listening to each others music. I was singing to Jason Mraz's songs whilst he was trying to catch up on the chords and play it on his guitar. When he can't catch up, he gave up and play on his own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;This year I've been a very good girl. For the first time in my life, I didn't skip school - No, not even once. My attendance has been perfect so far... until now. The Dude made me believe that there must be something I'm looking forward to in school and I thought of him. Ok and Maths. Thank god there's no Maths today :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I haven't even had my breakfast and yet I'm online, wasting my precious eyes glued to the screen. Ok time for Prettiest Friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-8586146582410310592?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/8586146582410310592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=8586146582410310592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/8586146582410310592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/8586146582410310592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/05/attendance-100.html' title='ATTENDANCE, 100%'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-1703557211878971486</id><published>2010-05-03T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T23:51:30.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIKE BABY BABY BABY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Birthday part 2 was spent with family. We went to Swensen's and they bought me chocolate fudge from Prima Deli - Mama couldn't make it as she was sick. Not as yummy as hers but it was adequate and lickable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Birthday part 2 made me friends with people I didn't expect. Which is a good thing? I guess. Hope so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;The Dude announced&amp;nbsp;that my present from Haiti(Hehehehehe) is still pending. I melted. Hahaha 'cos Haiti's&amp;nbsp;ALWAYS mocking me so when I heard that he's going to give me something... dot. Love you manzx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Birthday part 2 got me sharing with my 2 brothers about the boys in my school. Sure they tease me a lot but it's good to share, you know? It's also easier to ask questions now. Sisters are for... gossips only :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-1703557211878971486?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/1703557211878971486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=1703557211878971486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/1703557211878971486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/1703557211878971486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/05/like-baby-baby-baby.html' title='LIKE BABY BABY BABY'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-4790127890635442118</id><published>2010-05-02T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T02:02:21.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SWEET SIXTEEN?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't think I look 16. Do I? Oh well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy birthday to you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Asyura Shariff &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna thank those who wished me,&amp;nbsp;most were from those I didn't expect at all. If you&amp;nbsp;check my Facebook page, you should know. Appreciate it loadz. Especially to Adam, Dengz &amp;amp; Rizal. I don't know why but I received their smses all at the same time and I like it. Like, my favourite people know exactly just what time do I check my phone. Lol ok crap.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was talking to the Dude when Sherra came and jumped on me. He was a second too late. He wished to be the first. Heheh, next year ah babe. dot. Talk talk talk and then toooooooooot, the line gots cut.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-4790127890635442118?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/4790127890635442118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=4790127890635442118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/4790127890635442118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/4790127890635442118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/05/sweet-sixteen.html' title='SWEET SIXTEEN?'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-8312715892585778993</id><published>2010-05-01T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T22:02:42.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWITTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/S9wz_4n2PdI/AAAAAAAAAn0/m5uPglB3_-o/s1600/DSC02420.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/S9wz_4n2PdI/AAAAAAAAAn0/m5uPglB3_-o/s400/DSC02420.JPG" tt="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Twitter is hanging on me. I feel like tweeting every second, thanks to Burn. It's very annoying to have this kind of feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Chacha decided to accompany me after realising how desperate I was finding someone to follow me to the wedding since Mama had something on. Loooove her. Thank you. I put on a brave front and hugged my longest friend, Dengz. She looks like her sisters now - Lean, fair &amp;amp; beautiful. Congratulations again to her 3rd sissy, KakAyus &amp;amp; her husband. May you embark upon this journey together and well. God bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;As we part, Dengz told me news that almost made me breakdown for good. I was glad that she didn't see my watery eyes. As if she didn't realised how shocking this news is to me. We didn't even have time to catch up. She was busy and all.. Though she promised that she'd bring me there someday, I don't think it'll be the same as her current house. It was the perfect home for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;I spent the entire day with Chacha. We went out again right after the wedding and I realised that every year, there must be a period of time where Chacha &amp;amp; I are most close. Be it a month or 2. &lt;em&gt;Magnet &lt;/em&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-8312715892585778993?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/8312715892585778993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=8312715892585778993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/8312715892585778993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/8312715892585778993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/05/twitter.html' title='TWITTER'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/S9wz_4n2PdI/AAAAAAAAAn0/m5uPglB3_-o/s72-c/DSC02420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-4232396816205090447</id><published>2010-05-01T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T00:35:53.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABASHED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's past 00:00, I'd like to wish Nabila a prosperous, enjoyable, meaningful birthday. Our Nabby is now 15. May god bless you girl :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The day spent in school today was short. Last class ended at 1230 and away I went home with AF &amp;amp; Al-Matiin. Friday today feels weird not feeling tired. No training, not much lessons taught, a boring day you might say.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nonetheless, Nabila &amp;amp; I were touched by our fellow classmates' surprise. While we were copying Chinua Achebe's biography, Lorenzo out of nowhere timed 3, 2, 1 and they sang us a birthday song. Ridzuan suggested that they should sing in Korean but none of them know that language very well. Ahahaha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't you just love it when somebody needs you? It gives you a matured kinda feeling that you should help/console them. It makes you feel angelic.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Cheh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This weekend is entitled Busy Weekend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tomorrow is KakAyus' wedding day, I still have no idea whatsoever. And then there's D&amp;amp;T.. I have to redo the whole journal. The work that I did since January, I have to improve on them all again. I only have 3 days to do it. My birthday is also coming which means I'm officially screwed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To those who wished me early, thank you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-4232396816205090447?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/4232396816205090447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=4232396816205090447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/4232396816205090447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/4232396816205090447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/05/abashed.html' title='ABASHED'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-3636077019035265314</id><published>2010-04-29T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T22:07:35.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY KIWI!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Birthday part 1 is now over. Birthday part 1 consisted of 4 girlfriends having lunch together, trying to catch up on each others lives.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Birthday part 1 made me notice a middle aged couple holding hands. All my life I thought only kids and old people hold hands.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Birthday part 1 also made me appreciate my mum more. For the first time I was glad to follow her to the market.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Birthday part 1 got me thinking that maybe, just maybe, Dengz was meant to be alone. Meant to go through this alone. It got her stronger and wiser. It got me thinking that Mel, Burn &amp;amp; I were meant to be this way. Apart but close to the heart. Someday perhaps we'll realise that if we ever need each other, we'd just look in the mirror.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Birthday part 1 made me let go of a few important things.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;What will birthday part 2 surprise me with?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-3636077019035265314?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/3636077019035265314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=3636077019035265314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/3636077019035265314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/3636077019035265314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey-kiwi.html' title='HEY KIWI!'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-2540995738419003933</id><published>2010-04-25T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T23:18:11.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SING ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vlgMpWW3NqY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vlgMpWW3NqY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;PLEASE DON'T TELL HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-2540995738419003933?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/2540995738419003933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=2540995738419003933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/2540995738419003933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/2540995738419003933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/04/sing-me.html' title='SING ME'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-8441426908943860914</id><published>2010-04-25T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T20:15:41.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WORLD IS ENDING IN 3, 2, 1...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0m1dv2dyj1qzpe8uo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0m1dv2dyj1qzpe8uo1_400.jpg" tt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't do it. I don't dare.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-8441426908943860914?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/8441426908943860914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=8441426908943860914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/8441426908943860914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/8441426908943860914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/04/world-is-ending-in-3-2-1.html' title='THE WORLD IS ENDING IN 3, 2, 1...'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-4209253794703786351</id><published>2010-04-21T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T22:35:08.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOO END TEE WUHN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imgfave.lg1x8z.simplecdn.net/image_cache/1267290832201582.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://imgfave.lg1x8z.simplecdn.net/image_cache/1267290832201582.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10 days of not-that-much internet makes me feel like I'm a busy girl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everything that I planned to write here are either gone or deleted from draft. Weird, 'cos I don't delete my un-posted entries.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I decided to have a formspring acc after checking out Nadz's. It's cool. Any doubts, ask me :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;School is fine, I just need it to be constant. Let me have more classes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Dude &amp;amp; I are trying extremely hard to keep the distance but every time we try to do so, like during recess, we fail. Heck, we're getting even more closer. God, help me. I need you so badly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I want Burn, Melody, &amp;amp; Dengz back.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #e69138; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #9fc5e8; color: white;"&gt;love is old,&lt;/span&gt; love is new, &lt;span style="background-color: #9fc5e8; color: white;"&gt;love is all,&lt;/span&gt; love is you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #e69138; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-the beatles&lt;/b&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/4464961800159259599-4209253794703786351?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/4209253794703786351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=4209253794703786351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/4209253794703786351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/4209253794703786351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/04/10-days-of-not-that-much-internet-makes.html' title='TOO END TEE WUHN'/><author><name>A. Darla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/SjFEml4YO-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HV8DlLv3nIc/S220/Marina+Barrage%27%27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464961800159259599.post-6912572246942457635</id><published>2010-04-10T20:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T20:03:40.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT GONNA REACH MY TELEPHONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Good and bad things are happening to me at once. It's those little things that can make me go wild inside. Broken promises written all over. To be close and not to be close with the Dude. Warning given every morning. I have to make up my mind fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Am currently chatting with AF. We is finally sharing things back again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;"Kill me now and save me from all these torture" by the latter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Ifah wants to meet me! Like, finally! A girl needs me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;I'm so glad I'm still her bestfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Last night I went jogging with the Dude. For the first time I jogged at night with a guy who isn't my brother. We didn't jog though. Well, he did. I ran. His jogging is like me running and his running is like me sprinting. dot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;We ran to Yishun in just 15 mins. Cool. Of course, Yishun and Semb isn't that far. And then we played see-saw and he pushed me on the swing :) There was this emo guy sitting next to me on the swing and he looked super annoyed when I went up highhhh. Hahahahhaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Ok now I need a good book to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/S8BohG-ouOI/AAAAAAAAAns/DawpHzCrVQE/s1600/aaa.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-7khjq8Mpk/S8BohG-ouOI/AAAAAAAAAns/DawpHzCrVQE/s320/aaa.bmp" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464961800159259599-6912572246942457635?l=beautiful-imp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/feeds/6912572246942457635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464961800159259599&amp;postID=6912572246942457635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/6912572246942457635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464961800159259599/posts/default/6912572246942457635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-imp.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-gonna-reach-my-telephone.html' title='NOT GONNA REACH MY TELEPHONE'/><author><name>A. 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