<?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-29735992</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:36:47.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forbidden secrets of a girl untold</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-5771480489671500876</id><published>2008-11-05T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:53:47.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Although I'm using another blog, I find it hard to delete every blog I abandon as it seems like I'm deleting away my memories, my thoughts, my emotions, everything. I know there are some things I cling on to and my random typings are one of them. Well then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-5771480489671500876?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/5771480489671500876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=5771480489671500876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/5771480489671500876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/5771480489671500876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/11/although-im-using-another-blog-i-find.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-2718601710205449955</id><published>2008-10-18T07:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T07:48:18.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My beliefs are not yours.&lt;br /&gt;Your beliefs are different from mine.&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I don't even know why I still keep this blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-2718601710205449955?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/2718601710205449955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=2718601710205449955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/2718601710205449955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/2718601710205449955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-beliefs-are-not-yours.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-7147313695207598985</id><published>2008-09-18T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:55:52.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Retail theraphy people!!! That's what perks up your day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-7147313695207598985?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/7147313695207598985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=7147313695207598985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/7147313695207598985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/7147313695207598985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/09/retail-theraphy-people-thats-what-perks.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-1842765048228630928</id><published>2008-09-16T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:42:08.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHEEE~!!! In another one of my crazy moods! Ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promos are over and I don't want to even think of the outcome. Shall let loose and make kuih raya! Whee~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-1842765048228630928?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/1842765048228630928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=1842765048228630928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/1842765048228630928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/1842765048228630928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/09/wheee-in-another-one-of-my-crazy-moods.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-6786220258709989831</id><published>2008-09-14T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T18:09:07.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Story -  Taylor Swift</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NxdrgYy_SE8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NxdrgYy_SE8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;We were both young when I first saw you&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and the flashback starts&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing there on a balcony in summer air&lt;br /&gt;See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns&lt;br /&gt;See you make your way through the crowd&lt;br /&gt;And say hello, little did I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles&lt;br /&gt;And my daddy said stay away from Juliet&lt;br /&gt;And I was crying on the staircase, begging you please don't go&lt;br /&gt;And I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run&lt;br /&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story, baby just say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sneak out to the garden to see you&lt;br /&gt;We keep quiet 'cause we're dead if they knew&lt;br /&gt;So close your eyes, let's leave this town for a little while&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter&lt;br /&gt;And my daddy said stay away from Juliet&lt;br /&gt;But you were everything to me, I was begging you please don't go&lt;br /&gt;And I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run&lt;br /&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story, baby just say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo save me they're tryna tell me how to feel&lt;br /&gt;this love is difficult, but it's real&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid we'll make it out of this mess&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story, baby just say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tired of waiting wondering if you were ever coming around&lt;br /&gt;My faith in you is fading&lt;br /&gt;When I met you on the outskirts of town&lt;br /&gt;And I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo save me I've been feeling so alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep waiting for you, but you never come&lt;br /&gt;Is this in my head, I don't know what to think&lt;br /&gt;He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring&lt;br /&gt;And said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marry me Juliet you'll never have to be alone&lt;br /&gt;I love you and that's all I really know&lt;br /&gt;I talked to your dad you'll pick out a white dress&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story, baby just say yes&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were both young when I first saw you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I love this song. If you know me well enough, you'll know it is because it reminds me of all my historical romance novels. All the courtship, ballgowns, dances and most importantly the love story. I swear I love every single one of Taylor Swift's songs and I can't wait until her album 'Fearless' comes out soon. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-6786220258709989831?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6786220258709989831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=6786220258709989831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/6786220258709989831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/6786220258709989831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-story-taylor-swift.html' title='Love Story -  Taylor Swift'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-9199901962903807775</id><published>2008-09-06T10:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T10:34:21.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ITs coming nearer and nearer and the less bothered I am about it. I wonder whats going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest of post moved to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://nomorepretense.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-9199901962903807775?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/9199901962903807775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=9199901962903807775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/9199901962903807775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/9199901962903807775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-coming-nearer-and-nearer-and-less.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-7940771057877303527</id><published>2008-08-23T13:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T13:52:37.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 100th post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;THE RULES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;» Pick your birth month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;» Italic and underline anything that doesn’t apply to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;» Bold and maximize the five-ten that best apply to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;» Copy to your own blog, with all twelve months under an mp-cut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;» Tag 5 (five) people from your friends list.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;JANUARY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people’s flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;FEBRUARY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;MARCH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves travelling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;APRIL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people’s problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;MAY: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted.Strong- willed and highly motivated.Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic(left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical.Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves travelling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;JUNE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having ideas. Sensitive. Active Mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;JULY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;Fun to be with. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Secretive&lt;/span&gt;. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people’s feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not revengeful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Forgiving but never forgets.&lt;/span&gt; Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Judges people through observations.&lt;/span&gt; Hardworking. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No difficulties in studying.&lt;/span&gt; Loves to be alone. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Always broods about the past and the old friends&lt;/span&gt;. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never looks for friends&lt;/span&gt;. Not aggressive unless provoked. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prone to having stomach and dieting problems&lt;/span&gt;. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;AUGUST:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride in oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;SEPTEMBER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people’s mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;OCTOBER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn’t pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;NOVEMBER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hardhearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;DECEMBER: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egotistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;» &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;The five tagged:&lt;br /&gt;YOU! If you're reading this, I wanna see the results of what you think of yourself. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-7940771057877303527?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/7940771057877303527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=7940771057877303527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/7940771057877303527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/7940771057877303527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-100th-post.html' title='My 100th post!!'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-5127486501244221567</id><published>2008-08-22T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T09:59:09.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think my Dad is very cute. Just a while ago he was like " Do you think that Downtown East is crowded?" Then he answered the question himself by saying how it was a Friday night and all. Then he said " Got alot of manjens." I was like wth! Haha. And the next part of the convo is not to be mentioned for its racist comments. Censorship. This is one of the reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  Oh and my mom just got herself another portable dvd player after giving her other one to my grandmother. And she took  out my Goong (Princess Hours) dvd and started watching to 'supposedly' test it out. Guess what? She's still in front of the screen. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-5127486501244221567?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/5127486501244221567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=5127486501244221567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/5127486501244221567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/5127486501244221567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-think-my-dad-is-very-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-8018382403535022294</id><published>2008-08-22T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:36:01.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRED FRED FRED! SEASON 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ZgIpvxuOVQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ZgIpvxuOVQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-8018382403535022294?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8018382403535022294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=8018382403535022294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/8018382403535022294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/8018382403535022294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/08/fred-fred-fred-season-2.html' title='FRED FRED FRED! SEASON 2!'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-196567401080711172</id><published>2008-08-20T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T23:01:05.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lil cutie petutie</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TKKdvyTd4rg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TKKdvyTd4rg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-196567401080711172?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/196567401080711172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=196567401080711172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/196567401080711172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/196567401080711172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/08/lil-cutie-petutie.html' title='lil cutie petutie'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-7652376022680358824</id><published>2008-08-18T18:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T18:15:15.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I will half abandon this blog for a while. Too many things. Using my other blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-7652376022680358824?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/7652376022680358824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=7652376022680358824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/7652376022680358824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/7652376022680358824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-think-i-will-half-abandon-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-2220149353722812673</id><published>2008-08-15T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T10:00:28.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I wish I could destroy all the badthings in the world but I can't</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My grandfather just got re-warded at SGH again. As my worry grows, I don't want to think negatively. I hate my pessimistic and cynical mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all live in a dream world with butterflies, bunnies and daisies. With fluffy clouds and rainbows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah RIGHT. Wake up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-2220149353722812673?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/2220149353722812673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=2220149353722812673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/2220149353722812673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/2220149353722812673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-i-wish-i-could-destroy-all.html' title='How I wish I could destroy all the badthings in the world but I can&apos;t'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-4926106405017316931</id><published>2008-08-15T00:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T10:00:06.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know, you could have asked for it politely. "Fatimah, could I have some money?" But NO! You decide to take it withOUT asking. And that tantamounts to stealing woman! ASK! I'm sick of you just stealing.&lt;br /&gt;And worse still, to LIE blatantly at my bloody fucking face as if I'm some dumbass when you took it when you thought my back was turned. Eh, common. There was a bloody fucking mirror on our vanity so I could see CLEARLY what YOU were doing behind me. I don't like it. In fact I hate it. And I thought you would have matured and stop doing this over the years but NO! I have to deal with it every single time because when I tell Ayah, he goes that its my fault for leaving my valuables out in the open.&lt;br /&gt;But please ah, c'mon. Where's YOUR INTEGRITY? Do you want me to be an Isa and start maki hamun-ing you? I swear its not funny anymore now that we're OLD ENOUGH TO KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN WHAT IS RIGHT AND WRONG!&lt;br /&gt; I know you think I have a lot as I offer out tuition but no. I haven't got paid yet. You know I don't like losing my things. You know how upset, frustrated, emotional and crazy I can get when it happens. Its like a whole different person. You know and you still do it. Are you jealous? Ayah once told me to ignore all that you did because he said you were. Seriously, get a life and stop distubing mine. I hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It really hurt me deeeply what you did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-4926106405017316931?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4926106405017316931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=4926106405017316931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/4926106405017316931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/4926106405017316931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/08/warning.html' title='WARNING!'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-5909236066742093448</id><published>2008-08-14T19:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T09:59:46.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLANK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I realise that lately most of my blogpost are mainly pictures or videos. Well, maybe for this one post I won't. Maybe cos I still have the pics from the KL trip to upload.&lt;br /&gt;In this blog entry I won't screen my words but write whatever thought which pops in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired nowdays and I know why. Its the bad sleeping habits which are now getting to me. I'll sleep and then wake up at random times at night and the stupid thing is that I'll remember all the times because the stupid clock is always in my face mocking me whenever I wake up. Like it knows I am going to wake up so it glares at me from its superior position on the wall. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;Lost. Weird. Tired. Sometimes I drift off in my thoughts and find myself nowhere. And then come back to reality all fazed and unsure what is going on around me and just wait for everything to pass. I don't even want to say anything at times because sometimes not speaking is the most relaxing thing in the world as you just sit back and watch everything else. Its like you're a spectator to all those things whizzing past and sometimes you can make it out and sometimes you just let it slide.&lt;br /&gt;And leave it hanging, like an incomplete story. One where the end is never found.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm just bored with everything already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-5909236066742093448?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/5909236066742093448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=5909236066742093448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/5909236066742093448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/5909236066742093448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/08/blank.html' title='BLANK'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-5141234444667795711</id><published>2008-08-05T12:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T12:02:53.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 7 things I HATE about you!</title><content type='html'>Miley Cyrus - 7 things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hr0Wv5DJhuk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hr0Wv5DJhuk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her new album is out! Shall try and download it soon. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-5141234444667795711?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/5141234444667795711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=5141234444667795711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/5141234444667795711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/5141234444667795711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/08/7-things-i-hate-about-you.html' title='The 7 things I HATE about you!'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-446634557504161142</id><published>2008-08-02T17:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T18:25:22.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love this Season's So You Think You Can Dance. I swear, the new &lt;span&gt;choreography is sick and out of this world. One &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;of my personal faves is this one by Sonya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yr3sfkBHoQM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yr3sfkBHoQM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word vomit. It happens to us all. I'm sorry if whatever I told you made you feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SJQ0lkWEyeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/H6761YxSqOk/s1600-h/DSC01105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SJQ0lkWEyeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/H6761YxSqOk/s400/DSC01105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229862887300057570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Asri. I swear he is much more cuter and adorable in real life. He likes to come up to me and hugg me! Ahh, and did I mention he cute. This is the reasons why I even bother going to Huda on Saturday to help my mother teach KidsAlive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today my bro was being a brat in the morning. No, an ass. He was making fun of me!! But nevermind, I'll get back at him. Grrr. Say I got nothing summore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-446634557504161142?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/446634557504161142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=446634557504161142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/446634557504161142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/446634557504161142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-this-seasons-so-you-think-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SJQ0lkWEyeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/H6761YxSqOk/s72-c/DSC01105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-6166966603479728194</id><published>2008-08-02T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T00:50:43.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I GOT MY WALLET BACK! I GOT MY WALLET BACK! WOOHOO! OHH YEAH! (happy dance across the room)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-6166966603479728194?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6166966603479728194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=6166966603479728194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/6166966603479728194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/6166966603479728194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-got-my-wallet-back-i-got-my-wallet.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-2404192483659124557</id><published>2008-07-31T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T22:22:18.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My sister showed me this cool vid! I like its dark twistedness and bittersweet ending. But the typical hero-needs-to-die-to-save-the-rest kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i6ejPG-i03I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i6ejPG-i03I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like his work. I've seen a couple of his animations so far and its good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-2404192483659124557?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/2404192483659124557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=2404192483659124557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/2404192483659124557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/2404192483659124557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-sister-showed-me-this-cool-vid-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-8850052104015925926</id><published>2008-07-31T04:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T04:33:47.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SJDLHZ8mDbI/AAAAAAAAADs/Ot-wSVFQJrY/s1600-h/DSC01291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SJDLHZ8mDbI/AAAAAAAAADs/Ot-wSVFQJrY/s320/DSC01291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228902495461707186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SJDKmX8bYPI/AAAAAAAAADc/YbEuh_FV4dA/s1600-h/DSC01285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SJDKmX8bYPI/AAAAAAAAADc/YbEuh_FV4dA/s320/DSC01285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228901927988453618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SJDLJLf5C0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/FpnD6f4pcao/s1600-h/DSC01295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SJDLJLf5C0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/FpnD6f4pcao/s320/DSC01295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228902525942958914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SJDLIgolSsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/a9yepIPVa1w/s1600-h/DSC01294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SJDLIgolSsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/a9yepIPVa1w/s320/DSC01294.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228902514436688578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let pics do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 4 am in the morning and I'm still sick with the flu. Not as bad as yesterday but still... Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;Met Kirin yesterday at AJC! Zomggg, miss ya mann. And yes, we are going to take our SGCs together cos I won't betray my promise to all of you. And I never got to take a pic with you. Ahh! Because of that, I'll post an old pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SJDNs93LjGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Lm5wsXg5BPY/s1600-h/06032008%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SJDNs93LjGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Lm5wsXg5BPY/s320/06032008%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228905339781090402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the four of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SJDODfXB5CI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HbhU279wsV4/s1600-h/782917992l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SJDODfXB5CI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HbhU279wsV4/s400/782917992l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228905726730167330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all of us are to busy nowdays with our own things and we hardly have time to meet up and all, but when we do, we have loads of fun!&lt;br /&gt;Kirin, remember your birthday's coming up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look at the pic above! I got no food baby!!! Whats with all the talk of my food baby now? Gahh. Ugly lil thing. Ok, I know I have one and I shall try to eat moderately now and try to not be as lazy as I am now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-8850052104015925926?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8850052104015925926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=8850052104015925926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/8850052104015925926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/8850052104015925926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/07/let-pics-do-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SJDLHZ8mDbI/AAAAAAAAADs/Ot-wSVFQJrY/s72-c/DSC01291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-1531192626516526036</id><published>2008-07-30T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T19:53:48.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GAHHHHH! Hate today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my wallet! Again! F#@$%G#$*C#@$!&lt;br /&gt;And the irony is that I had found a wallet earlier in the day and gave it to the General Office.&lt;br /&gt;And mine, is lost. Gahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;I think I left it either on the bus or at AJC itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on top of today, I was sick. Like ah-choo, ah-choo sick.&lt;br /&gt;Should have not gone to school, then all this nonsense would not have had happened.&lt;br /&gt;And I would have my wallet so I can go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;But no, had to go to school, lose my wallet (3rd time this year. My mom is gonna freak again...)&lt;br /&gt;Damn, and the shopping trip at KL is still hanging. Gahhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-1531192626516526036?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/1531192626516526036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=1531192626516526036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/1531192626516526036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/1531192626516526036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/07/gahhhhh-hate-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-3606692117990584219</id><published>2008-07-24T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T01:38:03.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SIdq3ybwzaI/AAAAAAAAACk/umwdhUNPrns/s1600-h/DSC01078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SIdq3ybwzaI/AAAAAAAAACk/umwdhUNPrns/s320/DSC01078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226263399250316706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Road Runnnn!! Ran 3 km people! But had a stitch towards the end. Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SIdq4M8cXLI/AAAAAAAAACs/JarP3icpkis/s1600-h/DSC01076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SIdq4M8cXLI/AAAAAAAAACs/JarP3icpkis/s320/DSC01076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226263406366710962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marissa is always ever ready to pose for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SIdq4MUr39I/AAAAAAAAAC0/jlRTRvYIB6U/s1600-h/DSC01077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SIdq4MUr39I/AAAAAAAAAC0/jlRTRvYIB6U/s320/DSC01077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226263406199955410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Fi joined in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SIdq4Qd-VsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/IdxghYpDZnU/s1600-h/DSC01079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SIdq4Qd-VsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/IdxghYpDZnU/s320/DSC01079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226263407312656066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Followed by Khai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ahahaha. We all also went to eat after that at Kfc kallang, where a lot of my secondary sch memories were.. but I received an urgent call and had to leave to clear and settle a few things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-3606692117990584219?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/3606692117990584219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=3606692117990584219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/3606692117990584219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/3606692117990584219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/07/road-runnnn-ran-3-km-people-but-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SIdq3ybwzaI/AAAAAAAAACk/umwdhUNPrns/s72-c/DSC01078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-7099944823406933173</id><published>2008-07-24T00:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T01:28:02.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SIdmWVFrn5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/KeETrDTrHSw/s1600-h/DSC01374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SIdmWVFrn5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/KeETrDTrHSw/s320/DSC01374.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226258426390880146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SIdpWfyYVTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qJXvNanPdsY/s1600-h/DSC01065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SIdpWfyYVTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qJXvNanPdsY/s320/DSC01065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226261727797597490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SIdpWVeyflI/AAAAAAAAACE/3zcu4Z1N4dM/s1600-h/DSC01066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SIdpWVeyflI/AAAAAAAAACE/3zcu4Z1N4dM/s320/DSC01066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226261725031071314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SIdpWgfJL-I/AAAAAAAAACM/i0MKYGYymW8/s1600-h/DSC01067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SIdpWgfJL-I/AAAAAAAAACM/i0MKYGYymW8/s320/DSC01067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226261727985348578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SIdpWkCQr3I/AAAAAAAAACU/TS9tlTES2AQ/s1600-h/DSC01069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SIdpWkCQr3I/AAAAAAAAACU/TS9tlTES2AQ/s320/DSC01069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226261728937946994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SIdpWkPgNWI/AAAAAAAAACc/arVVsyo9GU4/s1600-h/DSC01071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SIdpWkPgNWI/AAAAAAAAACc/arVVsyo9GU4/s320/DSC01071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226261728993490274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SIdnNq5w03I/AAAAAAAAAA0/g-UUGVHPzXI/s1600-h/DSC01061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SIdnNq5w03I/AAAAAAAAAA0/g-UUGVHPzXI/s320/DSC01061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226259377139274610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SIdnNSxZOrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nv8nw6wLVRg/s1600-h/DSC01060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SIdnNSxZOrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nv8nw6wLVRg/s320/DSC01060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226259370661722802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SIdnNtpj4mI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qAVquZ8B2qg/s1600-h/DSC01062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SIdnNtpj4mI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qAVquZ8B2qg/s320/DSC01062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226259377876623970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SIdnNtH1znI/AAAAAAAAABE/D5F3cNFLRZo/s1600-h/DSC01063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SIdnNtH1znI/AAAAAAAAABE/D5F3cNFLRZo/s320/DSC01063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226259377735192178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SIdnN2pKLSI/AAAAAAAAABM/2jw0QeUslYQ/s1600-h/DSC01064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SIdnN2pKLSI/AAAAAAAAABM/2jw0QeUslYQ/s320/DSC01064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226259380290858274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised something. I never did blog about my birthday!! But I'm too lazy to type so let pics do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, it started off with my three best friends surprising me with cake under my block, oh well, they wanted to ah but it was raining so it wasn't really my block but around the area ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I haven't got the pics of the cake from Kirin yet so I only have the pic we took after gorging down of the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came madrasah classes at Huda with 'family'!! I have to thank Faruq and Aishah for the slabs of CAKEE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-7099944823406933173?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/7099944823406933173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=7099944823406933173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/7099944823406933173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/7099944823406933173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-realised-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_s85JofKqO_s/SIdmWVFrn5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/KeETrDTrHSw/s72-c/DSC01374.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-7402055033238527724</id><published>2008-07-23T04:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T04:39:46.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its the wee hours of the morning and I know people would still be asleep but here I am blogging.&lt;br /&gt;But it'll only be one line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shall end here, no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-7402055033238527724?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/7402055033238527724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=7402055033238527724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/7402055033238527724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/7402055033238527724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-wee-hours-of-morning-and-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-789614704299661042</id><published>2008-07-16T05:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T05:30:13.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  I often wonder what the world would be without you hanging over my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-789614704299661042?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/789614704299661042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=789614704299661042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/789614704299661042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/789614704299661042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-often-wonder-what-world-would-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-9167000903245218772</id><published>2008-07-15T01:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T01:45:59.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The only reason I'm blogging now is cos I can't sleep. And I'm wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now as I sit on front of the glaring screen staring at my sick and tired but oddly NOT SLEEPY self, I wonder, what to blog about? My day? Life? Random happenings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't really feel like any of those fake, superficial and empty things at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm going to drift away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get dragged by the winds to a place far away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And get lost, never finding my way back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And as I turn back, remembering my purpose, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I scramble to find the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But its lost and I know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And as time passes, it gets worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and I know it does &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;as I watch haplessly as it deteriorates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the web spun get more intricate and complex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its hard to decipher now as it entraps me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And now I sit and wonder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;what exactly is my purpose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-9167000903245218772?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/9167000903245218772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=9167000903245218772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/9167000903245218772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/9167000903245218772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/07/only-reason-im-blogging-now-is-cos-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-7779357744824830665</id><published>2008-07-12T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:07:44.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shall be on hiatus until after promos. But I shall blog now and then when the mood strikes. Now I just sleepy. Just came back from The Iskandar's household to have a small celebration. =) I got Mango cake. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-7779357744824830665?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/7779357744824830665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=7779357744824830665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/7779357744824830665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/7779357744824830665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/07/shall-be-on-hiatus-until-after-promos.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-6887492647852126987</id><published>2008-07-05T21:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T21:35:46.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think my problem is that I know too much and I hide that I know it much more. Gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-6887492647852126987?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6887492647852126987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=6887492647852126987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/6887492647852126987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/6887492647852126987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-think-my-problem-is-that-i-know-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-7862753338991108728</id><published>2008-07-05T05:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T05:55:58.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate the fact that you lied to me and brushed it off like it was nothing. Then when I turned around you gave the lie differently to another. For all the years and this. I had a lot of people who did what you did in my life. And I can truthfully say that its pathetic. Its pathetically SICK. So sick to a point where I seem to pity you more than think of you as a friend. Pity you because you lack the confidence in yourself. And to think that once I had thought you had taught me it but now its all a lie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-7862753338991108728?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/7862753338991108728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=7862753338991108728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/7862753338991108728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/7862753338991108728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-hate-fact-that-you-lied-to-me-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-1665429113812159639</id><published>2008-07-04T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T22:41:49.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My less sugar diet is NOT GOING WELL! Gahhh. I should just give up and heck care about all that talk of a healthy lifestyle. Its just stupid. Hell, who cares if I feed my sweet tooth, maybe teeth, too much. Who cares about diabetes. Live life man! Eat what you want. Heyy, I'm still young... right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-1665429113812159639?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/1665429113812159639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=1665429113812159639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/1665429113812159639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/1665429113812159639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-less-sugar-diet-is-not-going-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-1423552514259585669</id><published>2008-07-01T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:05:36.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-1423552514259585669?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/1423552514259585669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=1423552514259585669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/1423552514259585669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/1423552514259585669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/07/tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-8590824272344309702</id><published>2008-06-30T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T23:38:56.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SUNDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only takes a Farah to ruin a Fatimah innovation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farah, if you're reading this, if you ever do, HAHAHA. I will never shuddap about this, it was too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to talk about the crazy people I love that I hang around with on sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I love Sundays for the craziness that comes along with it. Although most of it is spent at Huda the whole day, sometimes its just worth it. The rush, the fuss, the noise, the mess - all of it! That and most of the people I consider family are there, whether they are my actual family or my Huda family; they are all the people I classify under family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the morning, like before 7 my father told me I had to cover for Cik Mas for the day and I was like =O more work to do... but then my next thought was very typical Fatimah. MORE $$$. Ahaha. I swear, I can be very money minded around my father. Strangely, its only him who I'm not shy to demand money from. I figure might as well get money the 'halal' way instead of getting it by 'haram' means which justs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Covering for Cik Mas acually is a very tiring job, just that people overlook it as it seems so easy to just be outside the classroom and not teaching the kids. But actually, I think I sweated more that day than the other times I just do my work normally. But there was my 'minions' to help me do my job well. Minions...some minions, cos some are too lazy to do much but sit at the front desk where I was supposed to be stationed at! But others were hard at work photocopying. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not lie. I wanted to run away for the afternoon classes but I had to stay for awhile to cover the fees to be paid by the afternoon session students, which is one of the things Cik Mas does, but I was damn prepared to run out as soonn as it was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lo and behold, a sight that had not greeted me in quite a long time caused me to pause and stay even longer to see what was going to happen next. I admit, my first thought was, what the hell is he doing here? But that was soon followed by a Oh, dah insaf mungkin dan nak cari ilmu. And that thought was short lived when I saw his cigarette case in his file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And class with the weird teacher was just... weird. Faruq made an observation that he might just be intimadated by us being Director kids and all but it can't be that. I think, he's just not use to OUR weirdness. Or maybe he doesn't get our jokes as they are quite inside jokes as we all known each other for too long. Too long until they can make ignore my childishness at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which make me come to the point where I have to say, I'm NOT that big of a bimbo. I know I might have my moments but I am so not a bimbo. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is up with Tamim getting on my case. Are all VS guys that irritating. I mean seriously. Seriously. Get A LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, thats over. So after that Mariam, Aishah and I went to Giant/IKEA to shop/eat/have fun! I love these Giant trips with my sister. They are so fun at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, this is the third time I went to Giant, saw the Disney Princess nightgowns and did NOT buy it. AGAIN. Gahhh. But I wanted the blue-green/gold Ariel one. Then I saw the really nice blue Jasmine one. And then I had to see the pink Sleeping Beauty one. You might think, what am I doing wanting small children's clothing but guess what? Its not for small kids but for grown people like me who can't let go of their childshness. Its next to the slippers section so I had to glance at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-8590824272344309702?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8590824272344309702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=8590824272344309702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/8590824272344309702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/8590824272344309702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/06/sunday-it-only-takes-farah-to-ruin.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-3659445208647275900</id><published>2008-06-29T00:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T01:52:11.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arghhhhh! Horrible to the maxxxx!!!! My computer has some kind of virus thingy and cannot function properly. Can't even on the bloody thing properly. I'm now using my sister's comp. Damn annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days just suck and today's one of those days. But I learned to find joy in your sorrows and happiness in the grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my joy/happines came in this:&lt;br /&gt;I found out that there was a new series from Katie MacAlister for the Silver Dragons!!! AHHHHHH!!!! I want! I want! ( dances around the room for a while) Katie MacAlister is one of my FAVORITE authors!! I wanted to buy the whole Aisling Grey series but I read all except for the lastest one 'Holy Smokes' cos I CAN NEVER FIND IT ANYWHERE! Seriously, it was out for quite sometime already. Where is it on the shelves in Singapore?!?! No where. Oh well, I guess I had only checked once in Kino but that was like LAST year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the only reason I found out about her new series is because I started to read again!! Haha, I mean, I read ah but not for my own leisure type of thing. I read 3 novels over friday and sat, just bought 2 from the expo book sale and one from the library. I have to thank Khai and Shahidah for this cos they were with me when we went to the library followed by the expo for the book sale. hehehe. And I have to say that the books there were quite reasonable but youu really have to search for the good ones. And Idah was good at this, I swear she sees things we don't. We'll like pass rows of books finding nothing interesting but she would start to pull out the really good books from in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE JOHN LITTLE WAREHOUSE SALE IS ONGOING!! I WANT TO GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but the only reason why I go to this sales is for the shoes! I mean, which girl doesn't love her shoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So You Think You Can Dance Season 4 is like WOW! I swear, I'm like some psyho woman when I'm watching the new episodes each week. I'll be like 'Noooo!! He's too cute to have no charater' or ' Ahhhh!! Super cool! That was hottt!!' But this week's episode was the worst!!&lt;br /&gt;I really really thought that Comfort and Matt were going home cos I saw them standing individually with Cat at the start of the vid on youtube and I was like almost going to break down and howl out to the night ' Noooooooooooooooooooo~!' ( ok a bit dramatic, its the indian blood, i swear). Matt is like cool cos he wears a ninja mask and ninjas are cool!! And Comfort is just.... wow. But in the end it was Chris and Chelsea. Hah, didn't like them much anyways.&lt;br /&gt;But I like almost every bloody dancer there is there cos they are all damned good this year. Seriously but I can say my favorite couple has to be Joshua and Katee! They are so cute! And I love the Katee's akward dance! LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I'm a bit off my rocker cos I hadn't had any Mango Soda from sweeTalk today. Usually I have two a day the very least. But I'm trying to cut back on my sugar. My mom says it'll cause me to be dumber, less sharp and forgetful. That and I'll get frequent headaches. Maybe thats the cause for my sudden headaches!! Hm, and family history for diabites is freaking scary. I want to die of natural causes thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I decided to continue watching Gossip Girl. And I kinda liked it. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know you love me...xoxo&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hehe. I gotta admit, its kinda cool. The 'Good Morning Upper East Siders' thing and all. Maybe its cos I love Kirsten Bell who's the voice for Gossip Girl but although the story is WAYY off track from the book, its okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, I know you love me. xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Perasan' Gossip Girl ( in mysterious sexy whisper)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zomg, I realised tmr is Sunday! Madrasah homework is not done!! Arghh! Especially for the new weird teacher who keeps on repeating the phrase 'human dynamics' like he just learnt the phrase on that day itself. I was right about him. Weirdo. But whatever, he's Kak Marlina's fiance so he might be okay within time. I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-3659445208647275900?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/3659445208647275900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=3659445208647275900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/3659445208647275900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/3659445208647275900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/06/arghhhhh-horrible-to-maxxxx-my-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-6968209566384817086</id><published>2008-06-26T23:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T00:07:57.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Unlocked my blog. I think its pointless. I still screen my words even though its a private blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so moving on... Omg! I hear Fred!! My sister is watching Fred on her computer. For those who don't know about Fred yet, look him up on YouTube. He's one of the more popular comedians. And he's bloody amusing!! I think I shall post his latest vid here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nEqwKNNQBwc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nEqwKNNQBwc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. But my favorite is Fred stalks Judy. I loved when he got sassy during photoshoot time! i swear, I've been watching to many videos on youtube and stuff. But its hilariously entertaining. But seriously, more than usual. Must be all the So You Think You can Dance Season 4 episodes there. Oh yah, if you want to watch the latest season of sytycd which is ongoing in America, look for the youtuber 'cdplaya3'. Its all there from episode 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I just got reacquainted with my old love for Hindi movies! But its all the relatively old ones like those in the 2000-2006 era. Then I stopped watching it cos all their values got screwed up. i mean seriously, look at Kahbi Alvida Naa Kehna. I hated it. What happened to movies like Kahbi Khusi Khabi Gham which means Sometimes Happy Sometimes Sad? I mean, this movie tells about the love of a family. Karan Johar even said that he made the movie to reflect on the love for one's parents. Oh and most of the songs on my playlist are hindi songs. again. I swear, its just a phase, it happened before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my sister convinced me to watch the movie 21 and I loved it! Especially cos the lead actor was hot, in a geeky smart way. Its about 6 MIT students who get trained to be experts in card counting and take it to Vegas and win bigg. Based on a true story though. Its cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZRzZX2aN3I0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZRzZX2aN3I0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha! And my Birthday is coming up!! My sister asked me the other day what I wanted this year. I think this year I shall make up a wish list. Just for the heck of it. Hey, I'm just bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have a conclusion to the random headaches I've been getting. I think its my pulling away from my sugar addiction. And it ebbs away once I get my Mango Soda. Hehe. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-6968209566384817086?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6968209566384817086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=6968209566384817086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/6968209566384817086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/6968209566384817086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/06/unlocked-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-2158790614080908032</id><published>2008-06-25T19:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T19:04:53.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear, my head is going to split anytime now. Major headache to the maxx....ggrrrrrrrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-2158790614080908032?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/2158790614080908032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=2158790614080908032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/2158790614080908032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/2158790614080908032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-swear-my-head-is-going-to-split.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-8717777831250787970</id><published>2008-06-16T02:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T02:17:36.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I am now hit by the I'm-too-lazy-to-blog-again syndrome. I want to write but lazy. Omg, Laziness runs deep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-8717777831250787970?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8717777831250787970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=8717777831250787970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/8717777831250787970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/8717777831250787970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-think-i-am-now-hit-by-im-too-lazy-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-8034136474527782875</id><published>2008-06-14T03:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T10:26:21.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1. What Time is it now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2.40 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2. What is your full name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Siti Fatimah Bte Abdul Hakeem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;3. Single or taken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Single and proud of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;4. What does your name mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hmm, I shall ask my father after this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;5. Who picked out your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;My parents. Actually it was either Fatimah or Khatijah. Thank God it was Fatimah. I don't know how it will be with my name as Khatijah. *tries to imagine this* Cannot ahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;6. What's your nickname?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Fatims, Fatt, Fathz and one I'm not proud of, Kelly. (ask me if you want to know of the story behind it and those who know, pls stop snickering under your breath. I can hear you!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;7. What colour are your eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;A mysterious shade of violet. Yeah I wish! Black ahh, typical Asian..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;8. Do you have an innie or an outie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;What type are you asking about? I hope its the belly button one. If it is, then I have an innie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;9. What size are your shoes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hmm, lemme check. Although I know its the same with all my sisters..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;10. How tall (or short) are you?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, its a VERY sensitive issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;11. Honestly what do you like about yourself? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I like my hair. What I was honest! But on the good days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;12. What do you always get complimented on?&lt;br /&gt;My hair..Its very thick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;13. What is your worst quality?&lt;br /&gt;My inner meanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you think you're cute?&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely! Have confidence in yourself people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Hair colour?&lt;br /&gt;Silky smooth black wavy hair. I was going to spout out an excerpt from Seniman Bujang Lapok but I'll spare the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you wear contacts?&lt;br /&gt;No! Haha, don't need them. But I always wanted to get coloured ones. Just waiting for cash to roll in. Broke ah nowdays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;18. Living Arrangements?&lt;br /&gt;With parents, duhh. I'm only seventeen. Well, not yet but soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;FAVOURITES&lt;br /&gt;19. Favourite drink?&lt;br /&gt;Mountain Dew. Anything sweet. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;20. Favourite alcoholic Drink?&lt;br /&gt;Teetotaler. Its not permissible in my religion to consume alcoholic beverages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Favourite Month?&lt;br /&gt;December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Favourite Food?&lt;br /&gt;Fruit, mango. Food, quite a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Favourite Board Game?&lt;br /&gt;MONOPOLY. A lot of memories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Favourite Web Site?&lt;br /&gt;haha. this one??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;25. Favourite Clothing Brand?&lt;br /&gt;Alano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Favourite day of the Year?&lt;br /&gt;20th July. Heh heh. Get me something nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;Light purple, baby blue and pink. Mostly pastel colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Favourite Animal?&lt;br /&gt;Kittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;29. Do you have more girl or boy friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Girlllsssssssss. Duhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;30. Who's your bestfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Got quite a few. Who shall be it this year.. I shall hold interviews for one soon then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;31. Are your parents together?&lt;br /&gt;Duhhh. And act like they were just married almost every day. Annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;32. How often do you get together with the family?&lt;br /&gt;Too often for comfort. They're too nosy to get rid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you tell your parents or your friends more?&lt;br /&gt;Can I say I keep most to myself. But friends more I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Anything special about your parents?&lt;br /&gt;They can stand my weirdness at times, oh and annoying moments too. And they diss me back most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;YES OR NO!?&lt;br /&gt;35. You're a flirt?&lt;br /&gt;Hope not. I don't flirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;36. You're slutty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;37. You're mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;No, I'm an innocent little angel! *GASP!* HAHA. My mom said I was a mean kid when I was 3. And some things don't disappear easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;38. You like someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Like as in crush like? No, just got over it. Finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;39. You can keep secrets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Yes. A lot. Nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;40. You dance in front of the mirror?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hello? Dancer? What is the purpose of having mirrors in a dance studio?? You need to look and concentrate on how you move and a mirror helps to spot you're mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;41. You smart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I like to think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;42. You sing in the shower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Yes, and my sister will shout at me from outside to shut up. But then later when I come out she'll be humming the song I was singing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;43. You liked Britney Spears?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;There was a time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;44. You've liked a cousin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Eww no! Heard of kissing cousins and Jude the Obscure. He was obscure for a reason. And most of my cousins are girls..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;45. You've been in the opposite sexes bathroom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Duhh, I was curious. Used it too. What? I was too lazy to go to the female one, it was further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;46. You've seriously hurt someone close to you emotionally?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;47. You swear?&lt;br /&gt;I try not too. It reminds me of things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. You get your way?&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to. Mostly yes I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. You're willing to try new things?&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you'll never know unless you try and life is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. You've cheated on a test?&lt;br /&gt;YES!! Haha, who hasn't? I'm being honest here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;My dress of a nightgown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. What colour are your pants?&lt;br /&gt;My DRESS is brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, it just changed from Jalan Cinta by Sherina to Extraordinary by Liz Phair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. How are you feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Mixed emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;OMG, The dumbest qtn yet!! This quiz ah, doink!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. What are you eating?&lt;br /&gt;I was eating mango just now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. How many people are online?&lt;br /&gt;Must I count? Lazy ahh, I divide my contacts to groups so yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. How's the weather?&lt;br /&gt;Hott. Even though its at night or maybe its just me. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. What's on your mouse pad?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, air I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. What are you reading?&lt;br /&gt;Whats written on this screen but lately nothing. I do have my lit text to finish though but I haven't picked it up for more than a month, maybe two. But I want to read again, all the novels I used to borrow...too bad I have alot of fines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;GIRLS ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;62. What perfume do you use?&lt;br /&gt;Lovillea fruity floral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. What's in your purse?&lt;br /&gt;My perfume, money pouch, Nivea caregloss, handphone, earphones and strangely, a Disney Princess stationary set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Thong or regular panties?&lt;br /&gt;I like pretty panties. Thongs are just annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Tall or short boys?&lt;br /&gt;I have something against tall people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Blonde or brunette guys?&lt;br /&gt;No particular preference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Good or bad boy?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Boxers showing?&lt;br /&gt;Thats just disgusting. But sometimes you can see them especially when they are wearing uniforms. Its quite translucent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;69. Long hair or short hair on boys?&lt;br /&gt;Short. I'll want to cut it off if its long. It gets annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. What do you find annoying in a guy?&lt;br /&gt;The fact that they can't get me at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. What's the first thing you notice about guys?&lt;br /&gt;it takes a lot for me to notice you and I don't look at looks. Personality and character. Seriously, I won't remember you if you don't leave a good impression on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYS ONLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72.What kind of cologne do you use?&lt;br /&gt;73. What's in your pockets?&lt;br /&gt;74. Boxers or briefs?&lt;br /&gt;75. Blonde or brunette girls?&lt;br /&gt;76. Tall or short girls?&lt;br /&gt;77. Piercings on girls?&lt;br /&gt;78. Long or short hair on girls?&lt;br /&gt;79. Good or bad girl?&lt;br /&gt;80. What do you find annoying in girls?&lt;br /&gt;81.What 's the first thing you notice about girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER QNS.&lt;br /&gt;82. What was the last movie you saw in the cinema? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ayat-ayat Cinta!!!! Loved it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;83. What did you have for dinner? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mom's chicken curry.&lt;/span&gt; I think I'm getting sick of it... two days in a row&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;84. What are you hoping for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;For a good life. Wait, just serve me tomatoes and mashed potatoes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;give me the simple life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;85. Have you ever fallen asleep in school?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Can I say no? But that will be lying. I kinda have a rep for sleeping in class since wayyy back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;86. What movie do you really want to see?&lt;br /&gt;HSM 3 : Senior Year/Graduation!!! And Miss Pettigrew Live For A Day. Its not yet out yet but its going to starr Amy Adams and Lee Pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Tell us about those scars? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Figurative speaking or literal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;88. What is your locker combo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Tarzan swinging. Those who dunno, go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;89. Where is your favourite place to travel?&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere with great shopping deals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;90. You last dream about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I forgot but my dreams are weird. I know. eg. I once had a dream I went fishing with Elmo. And I have never went fishing in my entire life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;91. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mango slices which were soaked in tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;92. If you were a crayon what colour would you be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;White. Its hardly used so I'll stay clean and in shape, no broken crayon bits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;93. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;My sister who called while I was doing this quiz. She used her friend's phone and was desperately trying to get in contact with my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Ever had a crush on a teacher?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Shahidah scribbled it all over my Chem tutorial. And its not a crush, just think he's cute in a geeky way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Are you too shy to ask someone out?&lt;br /&gt;Nahh. If I want something, I'll go for it. But now I want noone but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Scary movies or happy ending?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Happy endings. But sad endings are good too.&lt;/span&gt; Ever watched Hindi movies? I'm a fan.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;98. Summer or winter?&lt;br /&gt;Summer. I like soaking in the sunshine at times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Relationships or one night stands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;With STDs going around?!? Relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;100. Chocolate or Vanilla? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Vanilla. French Vanilla would be even better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;101. What did you do last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;What do you think I was doing huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-8034136474527782875?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8034136474527782875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=8034136474527782875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/8034136474527782875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/8034136474527782875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/06/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-969556442271386429</id><published>2008-06-13T17:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T17:08:15.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear I have never thought that Jesse McCartney was hot and always thought of him as one of 'em pretty boys but nuh-uh for this video. Super drool-worthy and... (fill in the blanks people!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LYMDXK9ZpxQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LYMDXK9ZpxQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-969556442271386429?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/969556442271386429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=969556442271386429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/969556442271386429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/969556442271386429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-swear-i-have-never-thought-that-jesse.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-4682558927741737464</id><published>2008-06-13T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T17:00:18.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know whats happening and it has happened before. It happens at the same time each year. I don't know why it happens but it does. Actually, I do know why. Its just a phase and it will move on. I hope. I wish it were easy to get over so many things from the past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-4682558927741737464?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4682558927741737464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=4682558927741737464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/4682558927741737464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/4682558927741737464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-know-whats-happening-and-it-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-6555512678075672444</id><published>2008-06-13T09:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T02:04:29.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, stupid quizzes. Lets go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs &amp;amp; replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) Tag some people to do this quiz &amp;amp; those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by &amp;amp; cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;/div&gt;The person who tagged me to do this is none other than my cutie-pie Farah. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1 If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; hate you. Wait, WHY?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2 If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be a Disney Princess, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;duhhh&lt;/span&gt;. Remember, a dream is a wish the heart makes, when you're fast asleep. (from Cinderella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3 What will your dream wedding be like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the one in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ayat&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ayat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cinta&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;AHHH&lt;/span&gt;!! On water, with rose petals thrown from above. *melts* I'm a big sap and romantic at heart but I hide this well. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#4 Are you hungry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Duhh&lt;/span&gt;, the only times I'm not is like...rarely. Or during my red monster weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#5 What’s your ideal lover like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideal? No such thing. Its a myth. I believe in going with your feelings. There is no such thing as having a type, you're just limiting your own options. If you love someone, you love someone. We'll press out the kinks later. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#6 Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone? As in one-sided love or what? One-sided love can be very pathetic. However, if you're loved but by the wrong and creepy people, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; scary. Can I say, its relative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#7 How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting is not a problem. But like I said, if its one-sided and you wait for years and years, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; pathetic. I'll wait if I know he's THE One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#8 If the person you secretly like (if there isn't one, just imagine) is already attached, what would you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't go for attached guys, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; just against my principals. Seriously, get over it, a lot of other fish out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#9 Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to talk about my dark feelings. I like keeping them inside. One should not bother others with your problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#10 Is there anything that has made you happy these days?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!! Mangoes, milkshakes, lizards and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#11 How do you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be 27... hopefully, married. I don't want to be a spinster. Its my greatest fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#12 Who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#13 What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love her to bits, she's like my long lost NICER sister than my crazy delusional one. Don't underestimate this girl, she has her talents. I bully you a lot girl but I love ya okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#14 Would you rather be single &amp;amp; rich or married but poor?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fantasy life would be one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;decadence&lt;/span&gt; and sin. Figure this one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#15 What’s the first thing you do every morning?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The essentials, then do laundry if I don't have school. One thing abt me that a lot of you all already know is that I like the smell of fresh laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#16 Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it all?? What all? Nuh-uh, whats mine is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#17 If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mann, I'm not that much of a fickle. Seriously, this won't happen to me I'm very faithful. If I like a guy, its only one person. No one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#18 Would you rather be friend with a geek who is a really nice guy or a super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hawt&lt;/span&gt; dude but really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; that nice to you(treats you badly as a friend, etc)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicer geek, seriously I have had enough of friends who treat me badly. And I can make the geek become a little cooler, meaner -probably- and change him to become a cooler guy. And there's something abt geeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#19 What are your friends usually like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird, cool, funny, fun people mostly. I mean look at me! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#20 What type of friends do you dislike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This is easy, back stabbers. Thats because, I'll hold grudges longer against these people and they bring out my inner bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eight people that I have drag down together to do the quiz are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO ONE!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, people if you want to do it, go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in forcing someone. I did this quiz not only because I was tagged but because I wanted to have funn answering random qtns. I wouldn't have done it it I didn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-6555512678075672444?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6555512678075672444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=6555512678075672444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/6555512678075672444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/6555512678075672444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/06/okay-stupid-quizzes.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-50988117369291225</id><published>2008-06-12T15:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T19:27:23.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is a good day, well, better than most days at least. It all started with the pleasant surprise of mangoes when I came back from Maths class all thanks to my father who said he had me in mind when he bought it. awwww!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is the revival of my baby, the thinkpad. Yes, I managed to finally get my baby up and running after countless of days and weeks when it has been down and out. Ahhh, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;lovee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-50988117369291225?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/50988117369291225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=50988117369291225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/50988117369291225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/50988117369291225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-is-good-day-well-better-than-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-18606912750198509</id><published>2008-06-11T10:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T10:48:43.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today was a good morning to sleep in, and I did. Well, I usually don't seeing how I wake up early to do my morning prayers and today I can't so...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, so I woke up and walked into the living room and I saw something that made me squeal in delight! There was a small lizard on the floor!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know you're probably thinking ewww and germs but if you know me well and long enough, you'll know I have a fascination for lizards, especially the small baby ones because they are so cute! Which is what I saw on the floor this morning. Hehe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I picked it up. Yes, I managed to catch it, effortlessly I might add too. cheyy.. hahas. So I played with it for five minutes before I put it at my window ledge and said to it " Go Lizard, go! Farewll, o' lizard, till we meet again!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't ask me why I went all dramatic on it, I was in the mood okay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haha, later I might meet up with Kirin, Rika and Rahimah. I might just tell Kirin about the lil lizard and show her the pictures I took of it, let her scream and squirm a bit. That girl hates lizards, I swear. She freaked out at all the times I picked up one in those secondary school days...ahhh...I miss those times. Well, anyway, I'll see them all later.&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/29735992-18606912750198509?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/18606912750198509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=18606912750198509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/18606912750198509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/18606912750198509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-was-good-morning-to-sleep-in-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-5567278212689142334</id><published>2008-06-10T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T17:47:41.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are thick walls of glass sheilding me from the world. I just look out, merely a spectator. Or am I just imprisoned?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-5567278212689142334?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/5567278212689142334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=5567278212689142334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/5567278212689142334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/5567278212689142334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/06/there-are-thick-walls-of-glass.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-3729051021293997416</id><published>2008-06-10T08:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T08:15:39.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tercipta untukku Ungu</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param value="http://media.imeem.com/m/kU4vx0cn1p/aus=false/" name="movie"/&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"/&gt;&lt;embed width="300" src="http://media.imeem.com/m/kU4vx0cn1p/aus=false/" height="110" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/6ZzVp7N/music/kBISU5g-/ungu_feat_rossa_tercipta_untukku/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tercipta Untukku - Ungu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;menatap indahnya senyuman diwajahmu&lt;br /&gt;membuat ku terdiam dan terpaku&lt;br /&gt;mengerti akan hadirnya cinta terindah&lt;br /&gt;saat kau peluk mesra tubuhku&lt;br /&gt;banyak katayang tak mampu kuungkapkan&lt;br /&gt;kepada dirimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;aku ingin engkau slalu&lt;br /&gt;hadir dan temani aku&lt;br /&gt;disetiap langkah&lt;br /&gt;yang meyakiniku&lt;br /&gt;kau tercipta untukku&lt;br /&gt;sepanjang hidupku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku ingin engkau slalu&lt;br /&gt;hadir dan temani aku&lt;br /&gt;disetiap langkahyang meyakiniku&lt;br /&gt;kau tercipta untukku&lt;br /&gt;meski waktu akan mampu&lt;br /&gt;memanggil seluruh ragaku&lt;br /&gt;ku ingin kau tauku&lt;br /&gt;slalu milikmu&lt;br /&gt;yang mencintaimu&lt;br /&gt;sepanjang hidupku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku ingin engkau slalu&lt;br /&gt;hadir dan temani aku&lt;br /&gt;disetiap langkah&lt;br /&gt;yang meyakiniku&lt;br /&gt;kau tercipta untukku&lt;br /&gt;meski waktu akan mampu&lt;br /&gt;memanggil seluruh ragaku&lt;br /&gt;ku ingin kau tau&lt;br /&gt;ku slalu milikmu&lt;br /&gt;yang mencintaimu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-3729051021293997416?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/3729051021293997416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=3729051021293997416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/3729051021293997416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/3729051021293997416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/06/tercipta-untukku-ungu.html' title='Tercipta untukku Ungu'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-7763058924391929206</id><published>2008-06-05T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T05:53:02.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A weird convo with my younger sis&lt;br /&gt;We were in the same room btw.&lt;br /&gt;We are damn weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hasia says:&lt;br /&gt;TODAY IS NOT A HAPPY DAY&lt;br /&gt;hasia says:&lt;br /&gt;TODAY IS A WIERD DAY&lt;br /&gt;hasia says:&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE FATIMAH WAS HAPPY TODAY&lt;br /&gt;hasia says:&lt;br /&gt;WEIRD DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.fatimah. Zomg, today is a super happy day! Smile says:&lt;br /&gt;its weird&lt;br /&gt;.fatimah. Zomg, today is a super happy day! Smile says:&lt;br /&gt;stupid&lt;br /&gt;.fatimah. Zomg, today is a super happy day! Smile says:&lt;br /&gt;an't even spell&lt;br /&gt;.fatimah. Zomg, today is a super happy day! Smile says:&lt;br /&gt;*can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hasia says:&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER YOU SHIT ASS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.fatimah. Zomg, today is a super happy day! Smile says:&lt;br /&gt;ehh ehh&lt;br /&gt;.fatimah. Zomg, today is a super happy day! Smile says:&lt;br /&gt;bwawawa!&lt;br /&gt;.fatimah. Zomg, today is a super happy day! Smile says:&lt;br /&gt;how cruel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hasia says:&lt;br /&gt;ME, CRUEL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hasia says:&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ABOUT YOUR ASS?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.fatimah. Zomg, today is a super happy day! Smile says:&lt;br /&gt;meanie...&lt;br /&gt;.fatimah. Zomg, today is a super happy day! Smile says:&lt;br /&gt;i shall crawl back to my corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hasia says:&lt;br /&gt;EH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.fatimah. Zomg, today is a super happy day! Smile says:&lt;br /&gt;u go to yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hasia says:&lt;br /&gt;JANGAN NAK STEP CUTE&lt;br /&gt;hasia says:&lt;br /&gt;MINAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.fatimah. Zomg, today is a super happy day! Smile says:&lt;br /&gt;oohh, no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hasia says:&lt;br /&gt;TAK JADI!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hasia says:&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;hasia says:&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.fatimah. Zomg, today is a super happy day! Smile says:&lt;br /&gt;and my hair is nice today&lt;br /&gt;.fatimah. Zomg, today is a super happy day! Smile says:&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;.fatimah. Zomg, today is a super happy day! Smile says:&lt;br /&gt;dahh, I block u!!&lt;br /&gt;.fatimah. Zomg, today is a super happy day! Smile says:&lt;br /&gt;HAKAKAKAKA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/29735992-7763058924391929206?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/7763058924391929206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=7763058924391929206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/7763058924391929206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/7763058924391929206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/06/weird-convo-with-my-younger-sis-we-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-7911683903085471070</id><published>2008-06-05T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T20:34:05.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please don't tell me stories about him. It hurts sometimes. You get to see him and I don't&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-7911683903085471070?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/7911683903085471070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=7911683903085471070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/7911683903085471070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/7911683903085471070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/06/please-dont-tell-me-stories-about-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-4315065138974037277</id><published>2008-06-05T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T20:31:20.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's a good hair day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-4315065138974037277?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4315065138974037277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=4315065138974037277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/4315065138974037277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/4315065138974037277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/06/todays-good-hair-day-random-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-7077785832691082980</id><published>2008-06-05T19:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T19:28:27.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;  I'm like super happy today!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I dunno why just am. I declair today a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Yourself Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cos I don't wanna hear people whining about their problems today, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;especially me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; So throw your troubles away today people and be happy with &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Omg, today is such a &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; day. Started off well, hope it ends well too.&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just hope it doesn't start again soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-7077785832691082980?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/7077785832691082980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=7077785832691082980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/7077785832691082980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/7077785832691082980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-like-super-happy-today-i-dunno-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-8157010977290665507</id><published>2008-06-02T17:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T17:43:00.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;MANIFESTASI WAS A BLAST!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I swear, it WAS awesome!! The feeling after performing and knowing that you gave it you're all, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;regardless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the complications, and knowing the performance us &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kayangan Lestari's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as a whole did was mind-blowing was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;superb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. However, I'm sure all the Budayas' and the actors did a superb job but I'm just being a proud member of KYL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woots!!&lt;/em&gt;&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/29735992-8157010977290665507?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8157010977290665507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=8157010977290665507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/8157010977290665507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/8157010977290665507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/06/manifestasi-was-blast-i-swear-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-5473790244381857077</id><published>2008-05-27T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T00:57:33.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hah, dunno why I'm so tired. As I'm typing this, I'm in a state of lethargy with my eyes drooping and my fingers mixing up the keys on the keyboard. Ahh, fatigue I guess will pick me up anytime now and bring me to slumberland if I don't find a way to wake myself up now. But whatever ah, it'll come when it come. Haha, that sounds wrong! Hakaka.&lt;br /&gt;  Today there was no tarian but that doesn't mean I should slack. Manifest is only this friday and my studies ain't no walk in the park either. Arghhh! Still had school today. Started out with Maths before waiting for 3 hrs for Econs. Dum dee dum. And had chem mass tutorial lesson...And then went out with Idah and Atiqah...shall continue it another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-5473790244381857077?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/5473790244381857077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=5473790244381857077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/5473790244381857077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/5473790244381857077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/05/hah-dunno-why-im-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-5609381170498257683</id><published>2008-05-26T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T22:35:10.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Tired and drained.&lt;/span&gt; Just came back from tarian/Manifestasi practice. Okay, it wasn't as tiring as the usual practice as we were eating quite a lot of the time. Lols. But whatever ah, I was supposed to be in school from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;9am to 9pm&lt;/span&gt; except for that short interval where I decided to skip lecture and go to TM. Hekekeke. There is no way I am going to sit in some &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;cold&lt;/span&gt; dungeon listening to the teacher say something which is not even going to seep into my brain for two hours straight. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll fall asleep.&lt;/span&gt; And I'm sure I'm not going to be the only one so I shall call these lessons a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'Mass Sleeping Session'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bahhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But whatever, I got my Long John's I've been craving, met an old friend, bought food for the other tarianees and looked for stuff I'm going to buy- have my eye on this skirt already. See, I did more than I could in some boring ass lecture. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm just convincing myself cos its my first time skipping lecture in JC. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And tarian was fun today, I admit it started off quite tense but who wouldn't be if we performed like that. I admit, our first rehearsal was horrible but the second one felt quite better. I'm not sure...&lt;br /&gt;  And now to talk about the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;highlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of my day! I climbed over my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;school gate&lt;/span&gt;!! Haha! How cool is that! Okays, so I had to go out to buy food for the tarianees and myself but the gates were locked as it was quite late and the security guards have gone home a long time ago so Dinah and I were left in front of the gate with nothing much to do. So we climbed it!! Hah! And I did it quite well if I must say. Well, better than Dinah X)) Only joking, no offence Dinah if you ever read this.&lt;br /&gt;  I swear Manifestasi is super&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; funny!!&lt;/span&gt; The tarianees got a chance to watch it in the making and it was hilarious!! I swear I couldn't stop laughing!! HAHAHA! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Love it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-5609381170498257683?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/5609381170498257683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=5609381170498257683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/5609381170498257683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/5609381170498257683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/05/tired-and-drained.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-6328604768345753368</id><published>2008-05-24T18:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T07:41:23.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink and Purple!!</title><content type='html'>Zomg, I came home from tarian followed by Kids ALive today and to my utter amazement, my block has been painted &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;!!! *Screams* &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;AHHHHH!!! LOVIN' IT!!!&lt;/span&gt; Omg, my two favorite colours in the world is the colour scheme of the blocks I will see outside my window. Well, that and the painters... ok nvm, moving on.&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first combined practice by all the budayaS for Manifestasi. I admit, I was falling asleep but that was because I was exhausted as I slept late. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;My baddd&lt;/span&gt;. But it was interesting to watch and through my heavy-lidded eyes I found the whole thing quite captivating. Imagine how it would have been if my eyes were wide open and awake. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt; Now there's going to be intensive Manifest training until the big day itself. Mannn, can't wait for it. Must practice man, tickets are more than sold out. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;800+ people!&lt;/span&gt; Its scary but the show must go on.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to celebrate my little accomplishment of being able to get through two major papers by watching &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;'Bukan Bintang Biasa'&lt;/span&gt;. Ok, I watched it on Youtube, so what. It was clear and of good quality. That and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Raffi Ahmad&lt;/span&gt; is super cute!! &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;*grinnsss*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going insane, don't you? Nahh, just extremely in a happy/hyper mood today. &lt;33s!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-6328604768345753368?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6328604768345753368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=6328604768345753368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/6328604768345753368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/6328604768345753368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/05/pink-and-purple.html' title='Pink and Purple!!'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-2523314681375109050</id><published>2008-05-24T01:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T07:45:16.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its the start of the Holidays people!!! &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But I'm going to school tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, that just spoilt everything. But its for Tarian so its okay. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tarian = Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously, even though its tiring, the friends we all made - its all priceless. Ewww, going all sentimental... not cool. Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had two big papers. I have to thank &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Heda&lt;/span&gt; for helping me keep sane these few days although we are no longer in the same JC. Everyone else seemed so distant then and I really love her for being there for me when I was down, she was down, everyone down. Hekeke. I realise that this whole post is going to be full of a lot of crap cos &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm very high now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, my two papers today! Ahahha. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;KI and econs&lt;/span&gt;. LOL! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; screw up on both, I guess? One I can't remember what I wrote the other i wrote too little. But I'm still happy! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its all overrrrrr!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG, and I made a big embarrassment of myself today. I swear, this is why I make myself seem innocent to other except for my close friends. I swear, the next time I'm gonna say something personal in the girls bathroom again, I'll check twice- &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no thrice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- if there is anyone else. Total &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Aku ingin kau selalu&lt;br /&gt;Hadir dan temani aku&lt;br /&gt;Di setiap langkah&lt;br /&gt;Yang meyakiniku&lt;br /&gt;Kau tercipta untukku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this song! I love &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ungu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! They are like- one of the best bands y'll! Check out the song on my blog people. If u don't understand it nevermind . Mann, I've runn out of what to sayy or writeee. Nvm, there's always tmr &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=))&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/29735992-2523314681375109050?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/2523314681375109050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=2523314681375109050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/2523314681375109050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/2523314681375109050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-start-of-holidays-people-but-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-5713997850120195551</id><published>2008-05-22T04:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T18:24:15.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't even know why I'm like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-5713997850120195551?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/5713997850120195551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=5713997850120195551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/5713997850120195551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/5713997850120195551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-dont-even-know-why-im-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-1068800980501118055</id><published>2008-04-15T02:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T19:42:08.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its all closing in on you. Breathing heavily down your neck making you squirm. The air gets thicker and you feel constraint. Do you feel the pressure now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is ticking past. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. What comes next? Is it over yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. It looms nearer as you crouch haplessly in your corner. Wake up and run woman. Run for your life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-1068800980501118055?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/1068800980501118055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=1068800980501118055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/1068800980501118055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/1068800980501118055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-all-closing-in-on-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-4088892656320547324</id><published>2008-04-13T18:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T18:23:42.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The horrible week</title><content type='html'>I just feel terrible, horrible like someone choking me to death while jamming thousands of needles -no- glass shards into my skull and pricking my eyes at the same time. No matter how they tell me its just an accident, I still feel horrible. I know that I was responsible for the accident. I shouldn't have been tempted to try. I should know that it wasn't the time yet. I should have just realised my place. Now two people who I love are injured because of me. Minor injuries but still... Now I'm thinking of all the money that is gong to be wasted to fix the van and the stationary car next to us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-4088892656320547324?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4088892656320547324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=4088892656320547324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/4088892656320547324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/4088892656320547324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/04/horrible-week.html' title='The horrible week'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-8651364016498136486</id><published>2008-04-13T05:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T06:13:17.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baccckkkkkkkk!!!</title><content type='html'>"AHHHH! She blogs again!" I know I haven't been blogging for a while now so people, you know who you are, please don't make a big deal over it like you did the last time. Actually, I was just getting bored with studying econs so I decided to write and get reacquainted with a skill I have seemed to get out of touch with. Its quite weird as I used to read and write a lot but nowdays you can hardly see me reading any of those books I used to read or even writing short snippets of what stories used to run through my mind. Hmm, I'm using a lot of 'used to'...&lt;br /&gt;  Ok whatever, life in JC is basically quite packed and with my schedule it gets worse. I reaise now that to start right from the first day was essential as now I have pile loads of topics to read up on. No more novels. *Sigh* But hey its better to start now then never. Oh and if anyone is wondering, yes, I'm still helping out with KidsAlive but now its not only on Sundays only but also Saturdays. Which is also the reason why I missed the band finals and did not make it down to support them all. Anyway, I'm sure a lot of ex-TKsians were there to give their support. I remember a lot of people asking me about it. :P&lt;br /&gt;  Its quite early in the morning but when else can I do anything on a weekend? I have to go out before 9 am later and only be back a little before 6pm. *Groan* Dah lah, I should go now. Get ready and all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-8651364016498136486?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8651364016498136486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=8651364016498136486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/8651364016498136486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/8651364016498136486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-baccckkkkkkkk.html' title='I&apos;m Baccckkkkkkkk!!!'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-3558327131315760836</id><published>2007-12-29T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T11:21:51.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-nRGC720Qak&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-nRGC720Qak&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  How come Carrie Underwood gets her own  Disney Animated character!?! I want one too!! Hello, I'm like the biggest Disney fan ever! I named myself after Sleeping Beauty. Fatimah Aurora. Well, not quite but still, I want to be an animated Disney character!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-3558327131315760836?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/3558327131315760836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=3558327131315760836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/3558327131315760836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/3558327131315760836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-come-carrie-underwood-gets-her-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-557193437952187144</id><published>2007-12-20T08:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T08:49:46.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Haji everybody!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wow! Its almost the end of the year and coming to the start of a new school year. Okay, relax people. First day of school is coming again soon. For me, it will be the first day in a new school with orientation to do and other stupid stuff. Well, I just hope that it will be fun at SR and I will not feel so weird in a new environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Argh! Who am I kidding? I hate new schools with all the adjustments and so on. Okay Fatimah, breathe and we will get through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have my trip to Colmar at Pahang to look forward to. If there's one thing I can so get during holidays is &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SHOPPING!!&lt;/span&gt; Looking forward to that! I shall buy new shoes, clothes, bags, cds oohh and that new Nur Fazura movie I want to watch!! Whee, see you all and have a good Raya eating all the good stuff. I just can't wait to go to my grandparents house. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FOOD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-557193437952187144?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/557193437952187144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=557193437952187144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/557193437952187144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/557193437952187144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2007/12/selamat-hari-raya-haji-everybody-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-7923678738387869048</id><published>2007-12-20T08:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T08:03:05.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hady shocked</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21817057@N04/2123091723/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2041/2123091723_0501f9674a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21817057@N04/2123091723/"&gt;hady shocked&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/21817057@N04/"&gt;fatimah.aurora&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Congrats to Hady for winning Asian Idol!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, I know all of you must have known he has won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we didn't think it will happen but it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATS HADY! &lt;br /&gt;Rock on dude!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-7923678738387869048?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/7923678738387869048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=7923678738387869048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/7923678738387869048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/7923678738387869048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2007/12/hady-shocked.html' title='hady shocked'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2041/2123091723_0501f9674a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-6605604988760675254</id><published>2007-12-11T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T16:39:14.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TV shows I watch</title><content type='html'>Lately, I have been watching many shows online. It all started with watching Gol and Gincu the series Season 2 on YouTube and progressed to Hannah Montana to finally other new drama series.&lt;br /&gt;  I think I have downloaded almost all the Hannah Montana episodes and have gone a bit Hannah Montana crazy for a while. Don’t worry I’m not anymore due to some other show which I will elaborate later but I have turned into a Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus fan due to Maraim.&lt;br /&gt;  From Hannah Montana I move on the the final season of Gilmore Girls which is a bit of a let down as well as interesting as Lorelai finally gets married but not to Luke, but to Chris. I for one, like Chris as he has now become the cool Dad for Rory as well as the actor who plays his character is very cute and way better looking than wrinkly faced Luke. If only Lorelai could make her marriage work.&lt;br /&gt;  Well, from there I got bored and started watching Ugly Betty Season 2 on Youkou. However, due to the writers’ strike there is only like 9 episodes and I’m still waiting for episode 10 which has already been aired but no one has posted it up yet. The thing I love most about Ugly Betty is that it has characters like Marc and Justin who you just have to love. Plus Marc gets a boyfriend in this second season which is very cute as the guy has a few extra pound on him and he goes “I’m an average man lover!” to Amanda when she found out. That plus Justin turns all ghetto on us for a few episodes but don’t worry, he’ll change back to his old fashionista self after a while.&lt;br /&gt;  OMG, have you realized how crappy and boring the fourth season of Grey’s Anatomy is and how desperate and pathetic all the characters become. I didn’t even bother to finish off the first episode. It’s quite a big let down from the previous season which was brilliant, just brilliant. However, the spin off is quite hot actually. I have to recommend people to watch Private Practice as it is just, wow! I have to admit I had hated Kate Walsh’s character in Grey’s Anatomy but she becomes quite cool and hilarious in Private Practice. It must be LA. That and her love interest is just so hot! Way more steamier and dreamier than Mcdreamy and Mcsteamy combined. I don’t blame her character of being disturbed in the third episode due to having dreams of him. The man has a lot of sex appeal. That and the sub-plots are also very entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;  I tried watching Gossip Girl but gave up half way through one episode. I like Blake Lively but I just can’t see her as Serena. The drama is also way off the book which even though I read it for fun and boredom, I find it way better than the series. Hello, Serena does not ever date Dan Humphrey and that little girl is Jenny. Really, very small. If I remember correctly, Jenny received attention from the guys as she was big. Well, if you have read the books, the series is a disappointment unless you are into the world of the upper east people like Blair, Serena and Nate. I on the other hand don’t and can’t be bothered to watch the lame excuse of a show.&lt;br /&gt;  Well finally we come to the show which has hurt me the most. Veronica Mars. The first two seasons were amazing but come the third episode, it becomes lame and starts to become terrible. The only thing which lead me to continue watching was Logan Echolls charater but once I found out that him and Veronica split up for good, I stopped watching at episode 14. And I know she ends up with another guy, Piz and the whole show starts to suck. Seriously. This is why you will see me mopping for a bit now. I am in denial about the whole season three and shall pretend it never existed. Well, it’s a good thing they cancelled the show. But I still love Kirsten Bell for being the cool, smart and sassy Veronica Mars. That’s a character I shall miss. I don’t know if they are going to continue to shoot ‘Veronica in FBI’ but I hope so and I sure as hell want it to end up as a Veronica and Logan pairing. Well, anyway, I’m over-reacting over a small matter such as this as it is not even real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! I think I shall return to reading books now instead of watching dramas. Too intense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-6605604988760675254?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6605604988760675254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=6605604988760675254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/6605604988760675254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/6605604988760675254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2007/12/tv-shows-i-watch.html' title='TV shows I watch'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-1300900535792710587</id><published>2007-12-11T07:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T07:41:18.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Well, after a very long period of being on hiatus, I finally came back to the pathetic and beat up blog of mine. Looking at its hapless state, I had to restore it to its former glory or at least to a more acceptable state.&lt;br /&gt;  It’s now December and my O levels are finally over as many of you know and I have taken a job to fill up my time in the whole of December. That and also earn money for my shopping spree in KL on Dec 22 to 25. A girl needs a lot of money to spend on bags, shoes and accessories. And you can never have to many shoes.&lt;br /&gt;  Speaking of which, I have just bought a new pair of Antonio Coles from the John Litte Sale the other day at the Expo. I wanted these flats at first from Charles and Keith but there was none in my size. Bummer. Which is why you should always go to sales for shoes early if you are a size 38 which are always out early. And I did as I went on Tuesday, which to me is quite early.&lt;br /&gt;  This December is going to be a drag especially with my job working at my father’s relatively new office at Bedok Reservoir. I have to spend most of the day calling up people in the area to promote the center while also running errands. I don’t really like it but hey, if it helps me to earn extra cash, sure. No problem. Right. Like I like being hung up on and being answered back coldly.&lt;br /&gt;  Well, that’s all for now. All I have to do now is wait for the results of which JC I’m going to. I swear, if it’s a horrible JC, I’ll not do the first three months or now two months as it has been cut short.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-1300900535792710587?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/1300900535792710587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=1300900535792710587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/1300900535792710587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/1300900535792710587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-4687671974261125915</id><published>2007-10-14T20:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T20:51:28.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/rjD1nkqH8P/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/rjD1nkqH8P/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-4687671974261125915?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4687671974261125915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=4687671974261125915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/4687671974261125915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/4687671974261125915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-3545214721482210856</id><published>2007-08-05T08:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T08:05:26.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ELMO!!</title><content type='html'>This is for my ever lovable friend Farah aka Elmo!&lt;br /&gt;Elmo so reminds me of you! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lv38j4lPzd0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lv38j4lPzd0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-3545214721482210856?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/3545214721482210856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=3545214721482210856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/3545214721482210856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/3545214721482210856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2007/08/elmo.html' title='ELMO!!'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-1447038275732327919</id><published>2007-06-03T12:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T12:57:29.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOTNESS</title><content type='html'>This is why I love Dance movies. They are so hot and sexy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A414fDJeljw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A414fDJeljw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Dirty Dancing Havana Nights!&lt;br /&gt;AHH!!&lt;br /&gt;I love this dance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-1447038275732327919?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/1447038275732327919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=1447038275732327919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/1447038275732327919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/1447038275732327919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2007/06/hotness.html' title='HOTNESS'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-6381062229696761914</id><published>2007-05-30T20:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T20:17:14.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love you all. I love school, I love the holidays, I love the classes during the holidays, and most of all I love me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Okay, I'm going a little bit crazy from being holed up here all alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-6381062229696761914?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6381062229696761914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=6381062229696761914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/6381062229696761914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/6381062229696761914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love-you-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-2191451563028358894</id><published>2007-05-16T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T20:45:46.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhh?</title><content type='html'>This sucks. It really does. Even writing doesn't help in this situation. I am at a loss of words. What is happening?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-2191451563028358894?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/2191451563028358894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=2191451563028358894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/2191451563028358894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/2191451563028358894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2007/05/ahhh.html' title='ahhh?'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-4644051154820289842</id><published>2007-05-12T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T12:20:05.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarang haeyo!</title><content type='html'>Its a bloody holiday and I'm sick. Again. Ahhh, my immune system sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-4644051154820289842?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4644051154820289842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=4644051154820289842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/4644051154820289842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/4644051154820289842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2007/05/sarang-haeyo.html' title='Sarang haeyo!'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-1229692615214744707</id><published>2007-05-05T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T08:56:28.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MICHAEL BUBLE!!!</title><content type='html'>Michael Buble is so hot!! Call him irresponsible...no more like irresistable!! I've gone Michael Buble crazy AGAIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SPUJIbXN0WY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SPUJIbXN0WY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-1229692615214744707?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/1229692615214744707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=1229692615214744707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/1229692615214744707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/1229692615214744707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2007/05/micheal-buble-is-so-hot-call-him.html' title='MICHAEL BUBLE!!!'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-2324414948942715498</id><published>2007-04-28T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T19:51:01.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MYE!</title><content type='html'>Just got back home a little while ago. I was studying at Changi Airport Terminal 2 at Mcdonalds with Jannah, Syaq and Syariff. Well, more of trying to. Literature is such a drag to study for. But I must do well, again to get some people off my backs.&lt;br /&gt;I swear I will get fat by the end of the exams due to the amount of my intake of Mcdonalds food just now. Hotcakes with sausage meal for breakfast followed by golden coins. Then fries, more fries due to Syariff and coke. Jannah and I got balloons from the skinny, waif looking waiter. In the end Jannah gave hers awaybut I kept mine. :) We are all kids at heart.&lt;br /&gt;  Then we met Hilma, Stephy, Ryan and Zafir who were from Parkway. They were then joined by Rico. We were all studying there until a lady in red came to shoo us away. Bluek!&lt;br /&gt;  After that, we went to Swensens for ice-cream. Since all of us had not that much money, we pooled together all we had to pay for the Topless five ice-cream consisting of Cookies and Cream, Peanut butter chocolate buttercup, frozen malt chocolate, chocolate frizzies and sticky chocolate. Well, I think that is.&lt;br /&gt;  Went on that Skyrail that Jannah so excitedly wanted to ride on AGAIN. Went home. Slack. I should go and study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-2324414948942715498?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/2324414948942715498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=2324414948942715498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/2324414948942715498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/2324414948942715498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2007/04/mye.html' title='MYE!'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-4336525819377016301</id><published>2007-04-26T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T19:51:49.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!</title><content type='html'>WE GOT &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SILVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! OMG!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We improved and moved up a notch. I'm so proud of my girls and I. ahh! *grins widely to herself* *squeal* After months and months of practice finally our hard work is paid off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-4336525819377016301?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4336525819377016301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=4336525819377016301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/4336525819377016301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/4336525819377016301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2007/04/omg.html' title='OMG!'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-7018709694768355457</id><published>2007-04-24T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T18:10:51.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new day</title><content type='html'>Well, I skipped that Social Studies Mock Exam just now. Seriously, I don't see the point in going if its not being marked. Anyways, Atikah was the one who suggested it and since I nearly slept in all my classes, I was more than agreeable with that idea. So off we went straigh after english on our way home. Seriously, even now I am still tired and sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;  I finally realised how badly I needed to study when Atikah scored higher than me for our AMaths test. It was half a mark but still when does she get 30.5/40 when I got 30/40. But still, I'm proud that she has worked hard and all but now that SYF is over, I will come in full force once I have recovered from my fatigue.&lt;br /&gt; Tommorow, I am thinking not to come in the periods before recess and only after as I might decide to see a doctor on the condition of my ever-sore throat. But I don'twant to miss jewellery making! Well, we'll see what happens tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-7018709694768355457?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/7018709694768355457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=7018709694768355457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/7018709694768355457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/7018709694768355457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-day.html' title='A new day'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-2034972644561224734</id><published>2007-04-23T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:38:55.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw-up day</title><content type='html'>I swear I so totally screwed up my chemistry practical and physics paper today. Firstly, I had fallen asleep in my physics paper then i could not do it since I had not read up about practical electricity much and was overcome with fatigue. Then during practical, I was so confident I had done everything well and perfectly until I realised I had made a major mistake of writing 'iron(2) sulphate' instead of what it was supposed to be 'copper (2) sulphate'. Fuck. And I finished 15 mins early and was lazing aroung looking here and there not realising this crucial and critical mistake until after I was out of the lab and was talking to Syaq. Arghh!&lt;br /&gt;  oops mummy nagging again.byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-2034972644561224734?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/2034972644561224734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=2034972644561224734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/2034972644561224734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/2034972644561224734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2007/04/screw-up-day.html' title='Screw-up day'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-8462624526070595709</id><published>2007-04-23T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:41:22.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was fun, interesting and an enriching experience. I admit I started to freak out when we were at the curtains but I was fine before that. Yes, I was a bit upset at the mistakes made during the process but still it was a learning experience for me plus all that free food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry TK ppl will know what I mean but its kinda of a secret for others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-8462624526070595709?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8462624526070595709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=8462624526070595709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/8462624526070595709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/8462624526070595709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-was-fun-interesting-and-enriching.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-7699029969860559144</id><published>2007-04-14T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T17:49:37.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 13th</title><content type='html'>Was it an unlucky day? Not much. Well except for the fact I was so bloody emotional at the end of the day. Probably because I was so bloody tired to even move about plus my bloody idiotic, annoying cough which had me hacking and gagging over a week already. Back to my emotional unstability. One moment I felt like crying, the next I was hyper and jumping up and down full of energy and the next just unsure of what I was supposed to feel. It was like some bloody emotional rollercoaster. I remember whinning to Kirin about it and thus reclaiming my title as A Whiner.&lt;br /&gt;  Ok, so Games Carnival was so boring and an idiotic waste of time and I had found myself wistfully wishing that I hadn't come to school or left to go to the library. Man, I didn't even study in the end but wasted myself moping around in the canteen and watching Rika's floorball match which only infuriated me furthur as 4C was really annoying me especially with their standing ovations when their class won something which was usually first. It was usually 4C first and 4J second or both tied. And where is my class you may ask? No where. Well, its not our fault. We are a girl power class! Why don't they make it fair to us and do some not so rugged game for us like some Gossip game or some thing which uses or intellect or command in language as we are a class full of blue stockings (as Mrs Poon likes to incessantly repeat to our class-ahhh, annoyance). A game like the one Mrs Poon brought to class some stare and memorize or pick a letter and a topic and start to name thing fitting what you picked. That would be fun but no, have boy games like basketball and soccer which my class cannot join. But still, I think 4C will win it cause they are bloody idioticly competitive. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;  Well, when the worst was over, Kirin, Rahimah, Rika and I went to Singapore Post to eat at Long John Silvers. Not forgetting Nini, no I mean Aini or &lt;em&gt;Aini. &lt;/em&gt;Hehe. Only kidding but I remember annoying her a lot with my squeals over her being so cute and so frankly Nini. But yes, she has the most adorable quirks. Before we ate she was like " Okay, lets chomp-chomp." Ahhh! Adorable I tell you! I know I might sound weird but like I give a damn. Seriously, she amuses me so much that I was not so 'emotionally unstable' after that.&lt;br /&gt;  Ok, I realized this from Lin and Shahidah today. I read too bloody much that it has become the first priority in my life and I have to rush each day before school to complete my unfinished or untouched homework. That's it man! I'll cease to borrow too many books, anyways with that currently MIA (missing in action) book which I don't think I'll be able to find therefore eliminating that out of my life. Man, I'll miss borrowing books.&lt;br /&gt;  Oh my god...I'm currently listening to 'Cosy in the Rocket' the theme song for Grey's Anatomy and it makes me feel like bouncing. "Oh oh suppose you'll never know. Nobody knows where they might end up. Nobody knows. Nobody knows when they might wake up. Nobody knows..."&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...can't wait for Season 3 of Grey's Anatomy to air on Channel 5.*Grins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-7699029969860559144?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/7699029969860559144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=7699029969860559144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/7699029969860559144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/7699029969860559144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2007/04/friday-13th.html' title='Friday 13th'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-116937481000091956</id><published>2007-01-21T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T01:33:13.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Sickday</title><content type='html'>I'm sick. And during the weekend too. It started on Friday afternoon and lasted until now. Luckily Rika was cool with me snezzing the whole way home even though we had quite a fight the day before which ended up making me cry. But not over the fight but some other problems but still, she's a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite emotional nowdays and cry so easily. Just now in madrasah class, we were talking about the punishments carried out by the Muslim law and my sister said how some poor innocent kids hanged themselves when they saw the video of the hanging of Saddam and i just cried thinking of the poor naive children who wanted to try it out. Its like the poor kids had a bright future ahead of them but it was all wasted. Then my teacher told me how they all would go to heaven because they haven't reached puberty and are still very innocent and yeah, I'm okay.&lt;br /&gt;Faruq was being a faggot in class today. He poked fun and teased me a lot today. Called me 'pendek' too. One day he is going to be punished and I'll just laugh my ass off at him.&lt;br /&gt;I found out he and his gf went for Temasek Polytechnic Open House which I so wanted to go but was too sick to go to. Man, i wanted to see the design and apparel course as I am quite interested in but I still am leaning more to Early Childhood Studies or an Accountng course. One of my future dream jobs would be an Accountant because the pay is good and also because I like Maths.&lt;br /&gt;  Well, I haven't done a single of my homework and I just pray that Monster is in a good mood as she has given us quite a lot of home work.&lt;br /&gt;  Oh yes, my Mp3 player is spoilt thanks to my darling brother but he is so going to pay me back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-116937481000091956?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/116937481000091956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=116937481000091956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/116937481000091956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/116937481000091956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2007/01/sunday-sickday.html' title='Sunday Sickday'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-116808738581031101</id><published>2007-01-06T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T20:43:05.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so bloody tired. And it was just one room which needed to be painted. Tired. Shall write later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-116808738581031101?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/116808738581031101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=116808738581031101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/116808738581031101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/116808738581031101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-so-bloody-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-116772505197313832</id><published>2007-01-02T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T16:04:11.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It’s a new year and school is going to start soon. Ahhahahaha.hah. It was like I was sitting at home minding my own business and BOO! It struck that school was opening in a week’s time. Some way to start a new school year. So here I am, trying my best to finish off my homework piled up by those cold-hearted teachers who can't let us students have a decent school break. Well, my school break was quite fun actually at certain parts when I'm not cooped up at home.&lt;br /&gt;  Ooh! Guess what. My sis came up to me just know and she was like...&lt;br /&gt;Marz: Oh, Fatimah. You know I love you right. Help me do my Maths HW.&lt;br /&gt;Me: err.......&lt;br /&gt;Marz: (looks at me hopefully)&lt;br /&gt;Me:.....er..okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Sheesh, I should shut my mouth at times. Now I am stuck doing three of her holiday hw papers. And Temasek Academy has some weird qtns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well, that's that. I was watching 'Carmen a hiphopera or something' but my Yayi who happened to drop by finally looked up from the book he was reading and was like ' Eh, aku ingat cerita Malaysia...' so I had to change. But who cares. It wasn't that interesting anyway. Okay my homework. I haven't touched physics, lit and ss. I haven't finished chem, geog elect., e maths, a maths. I have finished nothing so far well except the first paper for geog. elect. but yeah who has ever finished doing geog elect hw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Woohooo. Shall go and do hw now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-116772505197313832?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/116772505197313832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=116772505197313832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/116772505197313832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/116772505197313832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-new-year-and-school-is-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-116219717676193112</id><published>2006-10-30T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T16:32:56.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>duh</title><content type='html'>I have discovered blogging is a waste of time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-116219717676193112?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/116219717676193112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=116219717676193112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/116219717676193112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/116219717676193112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2006/10/duh.html' title='duh'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-115737473096977174</id><published>2006-09-04T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T20:58:50.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sadness or not</title><content type='html'>Boring day today. I was fasting. Hmm..fourth day i have repaid my fast. Shall try to finish off the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonata Musim Salju&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat ku merindukan dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Jiwa meronta kau ku damba&lt;br /&gt;Oh gerhanalah seluruh pancaindera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku hilang dalam memori cinta&lt;br /&gt;Membakar seluruh jiwa raga&lt;br /&gt;Hanya kau untukku&lt;br /&gt;Kau tiada dua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagaikan siang tiada mentari&lt;br /&gt;Bagai malam tiada cahaya purnama&lt;br /&gt;Tanpamu tiada erti hidup berdua&lt;br /&gt;Ke akhir masa kau ku cinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagaikan syurga tanpa bidadari&lt;br /&gt;Kau ibarat hembusan nafas terakhir&lt;br /&gt;Pulanglah sayang usah kau berpaling&lt;br /&gt;Di sini ku pasrah menanti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dikau bak salju ditiup bayu&lt;br /&gt;Kan rebah di pangkuan bumi&lt;br /&gt;Ku yakini kasih&lt;br /&gt;Restu Illahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku doa kau hadir&lt;br /&gt;Permaisuri mahligaiku&lt;br /&gt;Hidup mati cinta kita bersama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-115737473096977174?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/115737473096977174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=115737473096977174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/115737473096977174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/115737473096977174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2006/09/sadness-or-not.html' title='sadness or not'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-115720718687089862</id><published>2006-09-02T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T22:26:29.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life</title><content type='html'>Judging from today, I can gauge that the holidays are gonna be pretty boring henceforth. So, I decided that since my PMS is conveiniently turning up at the right times, i.e. during holidays or weekends, that I would try not to be so emotional and moody over a certain topic. I am gonna forget it. Yes. It is time I've got over it. Okay...distract myself...talk about mundane things.&lt;br /&gt;  This morning I was chatting with Marleenah who so happens to be my longest friend ever. I knew her since...I dunno when. Sometimes I am shocked at how she can predict me so accurately. I haven't seen her for quite sometime...ever since last Hari Raya I think. But still we talk online and there was a time when I was frustrated over the fact that she was a cutter. I dunno if she still is but I seriously think that cutter's want attention. I konw this cos I have be-friended one and she caused a lot of trouble to my group. Depression hits all teens as we are full of angst, hatred and suffering-so we think. Hey, it happens to me too but I have good control of my emotions sometimes I can be deceiving. You see I think my emotions should be bottled up. Why you might ask? I find that when I express what I feel I get into more trouble so I too get sick and tired. Why go against the current when its easier to let it suck you in? It's not that i'm weak or anything. I'm just tired. Tired of trying. Well, they do say if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.&lt;br /&gt;  I guess I'm blabbering nonsense away. Sheesh. Typical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-115720718687089862?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/115720718687089862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=115720718687089862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/115720718687089862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/115720718687089862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-life.html' title='my life'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-115717031316097701</id><published>2006-09-02T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T12:11:53.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays r here</title><content type='html'>Holidays are here but I feel so freakingly bored. Its like there's nothing much to do except homework and chores.&lt;br /&gt;Well, today is a sunny day. Good for hanging clothes. Me thinks that my clothes outside will dry by the afternoon and be ready for me to fold. Well, the boring story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the cycle is repeating itself. I'm crying over some dumb book again. A sign that my period is coming. When I get my PMS, my moods tend to be extreme. It's usually extremely happy or hyper or sad, emotional and a tendancy to weep over small matters. Especially books. Romance ones especially. Yesterday I was reading 'Irish Born' a trilogy by Nora Roberts and I was crying over small matters. This is so not me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-115717031316097701?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/115717031316097701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=115717031316097701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/115717031316097701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/115717031316097701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2006/09/holidays-r-here.html' title='Holidays r here'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-115615977441023857</id><published>2006-08-21T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T19:29:34.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mohabbatein</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;For all the hatred in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hearts are filled with love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Even after lovers have died,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;After their beloved has perished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Their love lives on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-from &lt;em&gt;Mohabbatein&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-115615977441023857?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/115615977441023857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=115615977441023857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/115615977441023857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/115615977441023857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2006/08/mohabbatein.html' title='Mohabbatein'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-115564036513461255</id><published>2006-08-15T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T19:12:45.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>days go on</title><content type='html'>Seriously, today was a bummer. English and physics common test on the same day. What more a wet day. And a clumsy one too. Well, it was clumsy due to the fact that I had ripped my uniform at my badge area due to the fact that my badge snagged on my bag just as I was about to put it down. I heard a large rippp! before looking down in horror to see my uniform torn-koff- there-koff-! Okay, totally embarassing but yeah, luckily it was in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, English paper was a drag and I know I wrote crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  There was a foul smell in the air; musky and pungent. I lay a pathetic heap on the cold concrete floor. Shivering from the cold of the night, I had nothing for warmth, only the clothing on my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well, that was how I started and I dunno...maybe it was crap or not. But I do know that it was nonsensical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I feel currently:Crap tired and in dire need of slumber. I need a miricle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-115564036513461255?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/115564036513461255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=115564036513461255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/115564036513461255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/115564036513461255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2006/08/days-go-on.html' title='days go on'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-115555762872185002</id><published>2006-08-14T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T20:13:48.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maybe i am in the wrong...but why should i say it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-115555762872185002?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/115555762872185002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=115555762872185002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/115555762872185002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/115555762872185002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2006/08/maybe-i-am-in-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-115515268466880424</id><published>2006-08-10T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T03:44:44.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, for these past few days I've been having a cough and a sore throat. Yesterday, I wole up with a really husky voice which Kirin called 'sexy' although it sounded horrible. Today, I can hardly speak. Its just too painful. Im like ' my cough lasted for a week and now this happens?!' Yes, I still have a cough but it comes now and then.&lt;br /&gt;3F/K Haunted Room was a sucess although some people couldn't get in and it was a long wait. Too bad most of us did not get to go to the bazaar and we also used up more time than supposed to. But we managed to earn lots of money for charity!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-115515268466880424?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/115515268466880424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=115515268466880424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/115515268466880424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/115515268466880424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2006/08/okay-for-these-past-few-days-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-115503194572287681</id><published>2006-08-08T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T20:03:12.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wth</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday I went to Bedok View to support Istilah sayang at this Melayu thingy. Rika, Rahimah and I came late due to the fact that we had english oral. And I had arrived late but I was supposed to be first. And ended up being second. And I seemed to go well. Seemed. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so we arrived late after eating at day and night. We arrived when they were having a break so we managed to sneak in unnoticable. Although Cikgu Azman aka Kuih Lapis (for Istilah's case) was knocking on his watch and putting it to his ear to see if it was still working. Yes, we know we were late!&lt;br /&gt;So while over there I saw some RI kids and lo and behold, I saw Harris. He looked funny without specs. I admit yes Harris has grown to be quite cute but I known him for like how long thus know how terrible he looked like before. And I am also close to the sis and know some things about him from her. Strictly confidental.&lt;br /&gt;TK won the competition thingy and Cikgu was jumping for joy next to me. The state she was in before they announced the results are indescibable. She was wringing my hand like mad as if her life depended on it. It was shocking thta RI got only a constilation prize.&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy for Istilah and also for Farizwan. Rika, next to me, burst into tears when the results were announced. She was like ' Now cannot take picture with Fauzi Laily' as he had also came when the results were being announced. I went home alone as they all had Dance performance for National Day at the CC.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is something that pissed me off till now. On Saturday, I had asked Harris if he were coming for Madrasah but the thing wasthe next they I didn't go cos I knew of the Tafsir test thus I did not go. And also cos I had PMS and was moping around in the morning over some things which I moon about during THAT period. So when I came online the next day, he was like 'basket,u never come' like wth?!?! And later after he put me down so much I heard that he skipped Arabic class! Like WTH! So Pissed at him. Shall get him back. Just you wait....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-115503194572287681?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/115503194572287681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=115503194572287681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/115503194572287681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/115503194572287681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2006/08/wth.html' title='wth'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-115382986400406289</id><published>2006-07-25T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T20:17:44.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm sick. Whatever. God, why did I have to clean up my room? If not, I would have not inhaled dust and ah-CHOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-115382986400406289?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/115382986400406289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=115382986400406289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/115382986400406289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/115382986400406289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2006/07/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-115322513503625733</id><published>2006-07-18T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T20:18:55.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>I am totally neglecting my CIP rep. duties. Seriously, today is Tuesday and I still haven't put up the duty people's names. And also I am a lazy ass who will only clean up depending on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;  Today was a bore. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-115322513503625733?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/115322513503625733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=115322513503625733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/115322513503625733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/115322513503625733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2006/07/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-115313971559469779</id><published>2006-07-17T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T20:25:19.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madrasah</title><content type='html'>I arrived at Huda an hour late, ready to get scolding and everything only to find that Sabrina was there today! I have friend today. So I lazied around, did what I have to do and soon it was 12 nn. So blah blah blah. ate. Teacher Mariati and Wahida did not recognise me from behind and lesson start. First period was a bore yet again. Sorry ayah. Teacher Ju was talking bout marraige again. Fogot to do hw....&lt;br /&gt;Then had Arabic. Teacher Tarek should not be a teacher. Last week he showed his middle finger to the boys, indirectly of course but they did deserve it. This week he was one big nenek kaypoh. Aishah whispered something to me about his shirt being torn or what that he did not need to button it and he was like " Aishahtu! You shouldn't gossip."&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Like what the hell?! I mean I totally covered her by giving some escuse that she was wishing me Happy Birthday which caused me more embarassment. He was like " So you'll be 16" and Faruq just had to come in and say that I was going to turn 15. Like !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;He did not need to do that. Putting people down. Seriously, there ought to be a law. i still remeber during the camp, when we all stayed up late playing I never, he had said " I never had a crush on me (Faruq Hashim)" !!!!&lt;br /&gt;Like so ego! I have never met a person that bad...well actually he's okay just stuck up. Oops! If he ever reads this, which I doubt, don't take this too hard. You have very average looks and have flab too. Ahhh..glad thats off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to the library and I found the Sarrah Manning books I was dying to find!!!! And guess who I met at the library. Sarah and Ali!! Sarali!! We sat at the small seats and were freezing from the air-con. We talked about crap and gossip Until I finally managed to unglue my ass from the oh-so-comfortable chair and amble home.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Whitesands to get my sis a b-day prezzie which is tmr. Okay bought Mango ice from the bubble tea shop on the way home. I love Mango.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and Kirin were so mean today. They know what they did. Buat aku malu saje...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-115313971559469779?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/115313971559469779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=115313971559469779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/115313971559469779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/115313971559469779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2006/07/madrasah.html' title='Madrasah'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-115304215460276000</id><published>2006-07-16T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T17:29:14.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hidden War</title><content type='html'>My life is currently like still water - boring and dull. Seriously. On Friday, it was half-day, and I went to Bugis with Kirin and Rahimah. All we did was to circle the place and in the end I bought this cow paper-weight for Jannah and then we went to Heartland Mall where there we did the same thing and we went to Popular and I bought some nice stripped wrapping paper. Then I went home. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;  Actually to tell you the truth, I had no mood at first to go to these places. I was feeling moody and down cos of a few things. Its also because whenever i see him I feel so down, depressed and moody. If people pay close attention, they would notice how quiet I get when they talk about him. The truth is, i am still crushed. I don't understand why he hates me. Am I that hate-able? I still like him but am trying desperately to forget but the more I try, the opposite happens. Seriously, this is getting out of hand. I must fight this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-115304215460276000?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/115304215460276000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=115304215460276000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/115304215460276000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/115304215460276000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-hidden-war.html' title='My Hidden War'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-115227106968834657</id><published>2006-07-07T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T19:17:49.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>Nowdays I feel so lost. I spent yesterday crying over old songs and I don't know why. Yes, they were sentimental but why. I'm probably tired as I slept on my way home and I hardly do that!! I have to forget, please. It is bothering me again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-115227106968834657?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/115227106968834657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=115227106968834657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/115227106968834657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/115227106968834657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2006/07/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-115192019927710364</id><published>2006-07-03T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T17:49:59.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A blessing</title><content type='html'>I don't know what happened today but I was quite lucky today. I found CD's which I lost quite a while ago in my mom's room as she had hid them from me. I remember being quite sad over it when I was sec 1 but now I've found it back again I dunno what to say. I'm overjoyed that my Hilary Duff collection is back with me but why do I feel so empty still. I guess it wasn't everything then or now.&lt;br /&gt;  Today, I finished reading Nicholas Sparks 'The Notebook'. It was so romantic and moving and tearful for me. I can't believe I cried so much over the book. It was more tears than when I read "Rosie Dunne'. More than when I watch Hindi Movies. Omg! This book is to die for, u have to read it. I must look for the movie with Rachel McAdams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-115192019927710364?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/115192019927710364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=115192019927710364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/115192019927710364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/115192019927710364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2006/07/blessing.html' title='A blessing'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-115191926350544900</id><published>2006-07-03T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T17:34:23.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth day</title><content type='html'>Wow! Today is supposed to be a celebration of youth but I feel weak and frail today. Why am I always so weak nowdays. This is so unlike me. I start to cry more over random things, eg stories bla bla bla. Then I get frequent stomachaches/cramps. Now I feel quesy and my hands are shaking. Why. Am I not eating well or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-115191926350544900?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/115191926350544900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=115191926350544900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/115191926350544900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/115191926350544900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2006/07/youth-day.html' title='Youth day'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-115159230136716319</id><published>2006-06-29T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T22:45:01.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Titleless</title><content type='html'>Okay so lately I've been emotional. So what? okay fine, I cry much more than I usually do but I start to remember funny things. Well actually something I wanted to forget. Forever but I can't cos it grows harder day by day. Just seeing his face makes my heart ache. I know how much he hates me, it hurts m eso. Why?! Why, does he hate me. What have I done wrong? I sometimes wonder.&lt;br /&gt;  I guess my feelings for him just haven't faded.  I just can't believe thatI thought so much about it today. I was as if something was twisting my heart each time I thought of it. Why can't I forget. I tried so hard too. I guess if you try to hard, the opposite would just happen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-115159230136716319?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/115159230136716319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=115159230136716319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/115159230136716319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/115159230136716319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2006/06/titleless.html' title='Titleless'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-115045721307432798</id><published>2006-06-16T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T19:26:53.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another boring day...</title><content type='html'>Well, today seemed kinda slow for me. Spent the day reading and reading and, oh yes, reading. Not to mention the household chores I left unfinished. None of my homework are done and I can't remember the last time i picked up a pen to write a sentence, whatmore an equation.&lt;br /&gt;  Seriously, I am bloody slacking here, not to mention I was not feeling well this afternoon so I slept for like more than two bloody hours which is unlike me to sleep for so bloody long. And it was just because of my weak and sensitive stomach. Again. All just because I indulged way more than what I was supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;  I never got any ironing done. Even the few pieces I managed to do was done ever so reluctantly on my part. I guess that is the reason why I accidentally burnt my father's shirt while ironing it. Shh..I haven't told him, whatmore when it is one of the shirts he so frequently wears.&lt;br /&gt;  This morning, my mother was going on how I should read more Malay books such as the ones she loves to read. Books by Khadijah Hashim, if I am not wrong. Okay so my marks for Malay dropped drastically and I am not too proud of it but I don't know if I can do books. Maybe I shall try. If I don't like, I shall stop.&lt;br /&gt;  Lately I've been bloody lazy. I'm not being quite myself. I am too happy at times and even my sister commented on it asking if I were okay or not. I don't know. my mother said I was emotionly unstable and that's why my mens is a bit late. Well, maybe that is it. Can't be anything else can't it. I've been staying at home everyday for the holidays. Wait, maybe that is it! The fact that I was cooped up here at home has made me a bit mad. I'm starting to act like a bimbo at times, the worst part is, I don't really mind it. Okay, deep breaths. Maybe I shouldn't think too deep of the matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-115045721307432798?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/115045721307432798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=115045721307432798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/115045721307432798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/115045721307432798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2006/06/another-boring-day.html' title='Another boring day...'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29735992.post-115033830728157738</id><published>2006-06-15T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T10:25:07.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new blog</title><content type='html'>I have created a new blog for a reason. Privacy. I wish for very little people to know of this site as I feel that this is some sort of place to express my feelings openly.&lt;br /&gt;  I am going to be very honest and open in this blog so if you happen to stumble upon it, read if interested but I won't care cos I might not know you. Do not curse what I write on this site as it none of your buisness whatsoever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29735992-115033830728157738?l=mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/115033830728157738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29735992&amp;postID=115033830728157738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/115033830728157738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29735992/posts/default/115033830728157738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytalesmysecrets.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-blog.html' title='A new blog'/><author><name>Princess Aurorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215311507163549316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
