<?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-1423059137425433285</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:41:53.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily's Explosives</title><subtitle type='html'>Sarah said, "Love is watching someone die."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>587</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-1777628432985971229</id><published>2008-12-31T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T03:17:00.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enamour 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01460.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 270px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC01460.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Fear grips us because we have things to lose. And if it happens too&lt;br /&gt;often, it may mean we're holding onto lots of things. One way out of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;fear is to simplify our lives.&lt;/span&gt;" -Grandpa Chua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is a strange thing that when you're dreading something, and would give anything to slow down time, it has a disobliging habit of speeding up. The years seemed to slip by as though someone had fixed the clocks to work at double speed. I've always been bad at leaving things and moving on, but hey I'm coping well. I must say that 2008 wasn't really a loving year for me though I met pretty good partners and dates to be with. I dared myself to explore places and meet new people around. Nevertheless, these experiences have taught me to be a stronger person and face up to life. Resolutions are made according to the level of importance and how much I need to work on it. Lost time is never found again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Improve relationship with mum&lt;/span&gt;: My secondary school days has quite been filled with hatred for my own mum eversince she started the habit of controlling my activities. I know I've sinned her with all my harsh actions which is why I need to mend her heart. Starting from now, I'll try to communicate more instead of skulking like some rotten fishhead curry. It'll take a real lot for me to do this, but I still gotta say it someday. Only then will we be having an honest relationship together. The days of complaining about how much you ruined my horrific life are over. I wish for her to be my most important person, someone I could go shopping with again, the best bestfriend I ever had, and my pillar of strength whom I could rely on in times of bad. I said I'll try loving you and I did. I can imagine us sipping coffee and having a great laugh at Starbucks, Mummy. (':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Recollect lost times with two elder brothers&lt;/span&gt;: Many does not seem to know I have four siblings till a point that their jaws hung loose when they found out. Truth is, s'already been four years that my brothers are living on their own outside. Even when I talk about them, tales are mostly dated six years ago. It was hard at first when they left, worrying almost every other night whether they'll be fine. I very much miss them, yes, and father is requesting for them to be home again. It's time that the dinner table is properly filled with the right people without any empty seats. My family, the whole seven of us will be united soon, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Learn to let nature take its course&lt;/span&gt;: Nothing is ever forever even if you claim for it to be. Whatev I went through were just puppy flings, except for the two who brought out the best in me. A wonderful feeling to hear sweet nothings and be on cloud nine, but maybe it's not the right time yet. When the cupid plays, it shall be during my adulthood. Why fuss searching for a partner when we can live youth to the fullest? Till I figure out how love works, for now I don't want to fall in love. Let's all be realistic here, falling can be painful at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Be a good kid&lt;/span&gt;: Simply, remain straightedge. Do nothing that damages my health or pollute my mind. Life is already so mental without me having to ruin myself. I shall have to be more disciplined in managing my time better than to let it die off. I want to keep my life simple than be involved in entangled issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Work with the clock, not go against it&lt;/span&gt;: I Need To Be Punctual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Limit the verbal profanity&lt;/span&gt;: As it is, I cursed much more than I prolly should this year. I should try to refrain myself from swearing and learn to say astarghfirullah instead. No kidding, it decreases my level of agitation too. I should try to be more patient when in a fit of situation. Which brings to my next resolution, I want to be a better muslimah. When I'm ready, I shall have myself covered in no time. It is only right that I bring justice to my parent's upbringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Expand my social circle&lt;/span&gt;: It's my nature to be enjoying the process in making friends and meeting up, like it's my pleasure in doing so. For all I know, it irritates me when I don't interact with the outside world for a day. So you see, my friends do matter and I love yguys alot. More coming soon, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that 2009 will be a better year for me and everyone else. Precisely what we need, a new year to start everything afresh. When's better than now? We live short. Remember; &lt;u&gt;Forgive&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Love truly&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Laugh uncontrollably&lt;/u&gt;, and &lt;u&gt;Never regret&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy New Year, muggles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-1777628432985971229?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/1777628432985971229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=1777628432985971229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/1777628432985971229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/1777628432985971229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-is-strange-thing-that-when-youre.html' title='Enamour 2009'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-2196595357977384761</id><published>2008-12-30T23:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T03:35:23.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wash of waves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06198.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 270px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC06198.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, chatting with Safwann The Kental. The name that die die must be spelled with a double N, haha. Make me wanna hiakdish him siah, annoying ass! Somemore want to own pictures lah, kecoh ah you pakcik. And I'm gonna stay home tomorrow, so too bad you can't meet me. Nyetnyet. :D So today I basically sat in front of the comp almost the whole day, other than texting smexting that ass and Okaido. Momma gave me some paperwork and I'm done with load one. Part two continues tomorrow, with back aches and stiffening yawns. Payday will be coming soon, ooh hooray! Okay not really, maybe I really should go get a part time job outside. Afterall, school won't start till April. I think. And I have no idea when our results will be released(!) Neither does Fye, lolol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you actually believe it, we're one day away to the end of this year and the start to a brand new one! While others are fussing over school and dreading lessons, I was trying to come up with better resolutions. It's different now, being a graduant. Weird it feels that I have not much to look forward to. I miss school and everything about it. Schoolmates, morning assemblys, sitting at the parade square, smugglingfoodintoclass, textingunderthetable, perfecting hair in the girl's for five whole minutes, running along the corridors, oh pretty much other priceless moments. Merlin's beard, it's time to summarise everything again. Expect the same ol' cuckoo reminiscing for tomorrow's, which will complete my 590th post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry over the loss of Upan who has passed away this morning due to drowning. Syukri, be strong okay? I know that the last word he said was your name, and at least you were the few he saw before leaving. Bear in mind that his fate lays in god's hand and it wasn't your fault. You possibly couldn't prevent death from happening. Takecare alrights, and of course kakak will pray for him and you. Friends will be attending his burial tomorrow at his house. My heartfelt condolences goes out to those close at heart. May god bless him, amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-2196595357977384761?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/2196595357977384761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=2196595357977384761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/2196595357977384761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/2196595357977384761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/12/wash-of-waves.html' title='Wash of waves'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-4457853264501439609</id><published>2008-12-29T15:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T03:41:26.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I gotta kickstart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Killightstitches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-4457853264501439609?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/4457853264501439609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=4457853264501439609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/4457853264501439609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/4457853264501439609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-gotta-kickstart-killightstitches.html' title=''/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-1453093440846761598</id><published>2008-12-28T14:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T03:25:23.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing beneath lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06192.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 276px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC06192.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confident kangaroo benar siah, nak dvd marathon pagi pagi buta eh! Oh you know who you are, the ass who suggested that timing. Haha! To make matters worst, I woke up at noon and my cell was on silent mode. Evidently there were already six text messages and three missed calls. I spent the afternoon watching Ayat-ayat Cinta, then back to snoozing again. Routine of a tired person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I ought to jump onto the railway tracks and let the mrt zoom across my body. I've been late on most occassion but this time, 3hours is unforgivable. In addition, I had to return the rented dvd back which made me rush for time more. I'm sorry mama, really really sorry bout that! First date and I've already given off a bad impression siah, tch. Walked to Haji Lane where there was a huge crowd in the middle of the alley. No wonder all kinds of people were walking in and out, there's a small gig going on. Checked out Sup's clothing store again with a heart-wrenching thought that I was, and still am, broke. Should I still work outside? Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Fiqa for awhile, gee finally we get to exchange warm hugs agains eversince school's over, then settled ourselves at a cafe. Elledee's another random alien, we practically talked about many things and agreeing very much on the same points. Well hey, brilliant minds think alike. :D Coolio, for ld pasted a stencil of herself at the entrance wall. Graffitied certain markings when I heard someone shouted, Eh Call Police Got Someone Vandalising On The Wall! Of course he was joking lah, and I was already laughing halfway through. Took many many muka tak perlu shots but still I love them all. Sent mama back home to Eunos at eleven when I thought of lpaking with Fathu at tamp. Changed my mind soon after since I wanted to just get home and read. Mummy reached home two hours later, fuyoh. Was a close call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=l_3385eb5df5e74d4d862332cf880ffb89.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 559px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/l_3385eb5df5e74d4d862332cf880ffb89.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-oh, Freaky Xmas gig was held today but I made up my mind not to go for it only after remembering that it marks the first day of Awal Muharam after dawn. Bummed as it is, most of the line-ups were as during Chill Uh Mag's which I didn't go for previously. There goes my chance again in watching Ragdoll Epilogue perform, sighs. What's more, I miss seeing Forgive onstage. Apologies to Dilla and Irwan too, for hoping to be in the moshpit together. Gnight to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-1453093440846761598?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/1453093440846761598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=1453093440846761598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/1453093440846761598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/1453093440846761598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/12/dancing-beneath-lights.html' title='Dancing beneath lights'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-8444775552260998716</id><published>2008-12-26T23:57:00.031+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T03:50:02.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>River song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06174.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 280px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC06174.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sharifah Ok4!do &amp;amp; Sarah T4!chi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Friday this week was just superbly marvo lushness! As Okasha came back from kayelle the previous night and was not working the next day, we decided to have a day out together before anything else screws it up. It literally was a whole afternoon till night date, exhausting us out from all the fun we had. Surprisingly, my feet didn't hurt as much as it did like when I'd go shopping. Chets, evil S-word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid ; overflow: auto; width: 420px; height: 300px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284106070156704226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 399px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC01273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01276.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 270px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC01276.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01266.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 270px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC01266.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01267.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 270px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC01267.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01278.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 270px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC01278.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Wishing for a stop to Abuse, Hunger,&lt;br /&gt;Deforestation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Sex Laboury, and Ignorant Mothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01279-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 270px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC01279-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was punctual in meeting Okasha in the last cabin at 1.30 on the dot, yeay me! Trained to City Hall since she was looking for a top at Suntec. However, we storytold too much and took a wrong turn underground and didn't realise it till we reached Marina. Haha, kecoh benar! So we just walked around and chitchatted more rather than going into stores. Headed to Suntec but si dia said there wasn't any shop name so we couldn't find the particular store at all. Then we wrote nonsensical stuffs on the huge white ball, practically of all the random quotes we could ever think of. Haha, kecoh part two. Walked back to the train station where I collided with Makcik Zakiah who was with her school friend. Her expression was so adorable, like as if we haven't met for thirty four years. ^^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained to Orchard next to stop by our favourite shopping place, Far East. On our way, Okaido had this extremely wild and violent imagination of a guy knocking his head against the escalator's base because he almost seemed to have hit it while chasing for the train itself. Really, you wouldn't wanna know about the aftermath of how we'd react to such a situation. While waiting for Okaido to top up her card, I caught glimpse of a distinctive brown sweater from afar whom I've seen someone in before. A girl with curls and kebangbang cheeks, I was right with my guess that it was Haziqah. Since she was going to Far East too to meet Wardah and friend, we walked there together. Had Indian (food) for lunch whereby funny conversations occurred. Whoever would order cheese prata with mushroom soup?! Of course that set would be unavailable, the request would just be as thrice gila. Lolol, inside joke. On the way out, bumped into Yana and Fitri. Couldn't recognise her without her red streaks at first but we said hi anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid ; overflow: auto; width: 420px; height: 300px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284106070156704226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 399px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC01290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01294.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 270px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC01294.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We could easily have Decode's&lt;br /&gt;forests here in Spore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01304.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 270px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC01304.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01314.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 270px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC01314.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sarah: Excuse me miss, could you help&lt;br /&gt;us take a picture with the treetop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Lady: I'll have my son to take&lt;br /&gt;it for you, he's a professional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sarah: Sure, that'd be great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Results: Breathe if you can't spot the treetop&lt;br /&gt;at the back because neither can I. Professional habishzx!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01326.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 270px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC01326.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Swan: I know I'll meet my soulmate one day,&lt;br /&gt;across the sea, he'd swim the ocean for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01352.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 170px; height: 290px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC01352.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01353.jpg" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img style="width: 170px; height: 290px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC01353.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Susah siah nak camera whore dengan&lt;br /&gt;dslr pkai satu tangan, punye lah berat!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01367.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 170px; height: 290px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC01367.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01420.jpg" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img style="width: 170px; height: 290px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC01420.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01414.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 270px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC01414.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A hundred, a thousand, perhaps a&lt;br /&gt;million ways to get there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01422.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 270px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC01422.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Swan: I'd swim the ocean for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01426.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 270px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC01426.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was already four by then, we thought of sitting by the bay. But while looking through at the road index, Okaido saw Botanic Gardens. Apa lagi, dengan semangatnye bus pada itu tempat ah. Luckily we weren't lost. She brought her newly bought Sony A200 dslr so we explored the nature's beauty pretty much. Or should I say I was the one who captures most while she, Sharifah Okasha, got captured. :] Plainly, I couldn't have seen many more people hanging dslr around their necks in a day ever than today. And I merely wasn't talking about tourists of course, it's like as if the locals woke up and decided to snap Spore out of all days. My eyes could have bled with blood seeing all those gorgeous camera models!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid ; overflow: auto; width: 420px; height: 300px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284106070156704226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 399px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC01348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Favourited couple candid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01341.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 270px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC01341.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01371.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 270px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC01371.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01384.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 170px; height: 290px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC01384.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01449.jpg" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img style="width: 170px; height: 290px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC01449.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The place was swarmed with couples in wedding gowns. Not afew, but I must say more than ten! Jaysus, melodramatic scenes and poses siah. Especially at the mini waterfall, siap with payung and everything. As if it wasn't obvious that the 'rain' was just used as a backdrop instead of making it rain all around them. Just being surrounded by them almost everywhere, you would have thought you could go wedding-crazy without even marrying anybody. Old, young, all captured in a sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid ; overflow: auto; width: 420px; height: 300px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284106070156704226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 399px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC01436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01440.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 170px; height: 290px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC01440.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01457.jpg" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img style="width: 170px; height: 290px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC01457.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01464.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 170px; height: 290px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC01464.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01468.jpg" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img style="width: 170px; height: 290px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC01468.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At six thirty, we made it back to the bay just in time for the sunset. Disappointed much, the clouds were more of the gloomy and dark sort. It was thaaat mundane that night shot couldn't have done it. Instead, I had to adjust to flash and certain brightness in order to make the flyer alil more visible. Arriving to the other side of the river, we wrote on another white new ball somemore. This time, we bxtched more and scribbled really out of ordinary tales rather than jotting down our wishes for next year. Who cares, only we know what we wrote when it'll be floating at the river. A silent fought revenge to the two who needs payback, *winks* Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid ; overflow: auto; width: 420px; height: 300px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284106070156704226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 399px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC01476.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01493.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 270px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC01493.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=erk3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 828px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/erk3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01501.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 170px; height: 290px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC01501.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06173.jpg" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img style="width: 170px; height: 290px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC06173.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed awhile to watch a local act perform onstage before ending our night off by the waters. Sony funtions are hard to locate, so I've still yet to make it to bulb mode. Nevertheless, we managed to have afew sick shots with neon lights and played around with the images. Accompanied Okaido home at nine telling scary incidents to each other, freaking out for no apparent reason. Thanks for the day Okaido, sayang kamu trainloads! Next date, perhaps underwater world alrights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partner in crime was bored out of his mind with no television shows to watch so he rented a dvd and crashed over. Spiderwick Chronicles wasn't that bad, thought I would have dozed off in the middle of it. Quite as interesting as it was, he was so jakun in exploring the contents in my house. He even rearranged my dvd collections since he was so mesmerized at the load on how I could've just opened a shop and make big bucks out of them. Today have been a really long blissful one and it's nearly morning! Intending a dvd marathon later with friends @ 10am (by an insane suggestion) but I doubt I can wake up before noon. Ohwells, let's see how.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-8444775552260998716?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/8444775552260998716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=8444775552260998716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/8444775552260998716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/8444775552260998716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/12/river-song.html' title='River song'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-548774650750986065</id><published>2008-12-25T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T01:06:04.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SYAFAWANI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Curiosity wise, I checked out the participants for channel 5's LiveNLoaded. And so I saw The Sallys, Fatskunks, Elysee, Fake Eyelash, and if I'm not wrong, a junior damaian going for solo?! Fuyoh, brave or what siah. Can't wait for the chosen bands to appear on teevee uh, blimey the show sounds smexciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-548774650750986065?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/548774650750986065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=548774650750986065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/548774650750986065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/548774650750986065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-syafawani-curiosity-wise.html' title=''/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-4802143051583465183</id><published>2008-12-24T19:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T22:30:08.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bigcitydreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s119.photobucket.com/albums/o158/lola_dherose/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elfac4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 337px; height: 250px;" src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o158/lola_dherose/elfac4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no sun ray pouring down my bedroom window in the morning. Like the weather knows what went on, it rained coldly along with the icy wind to let me sleep in a better condition. I awoke with puffy eyes and sore temples like yesterday night's mood couldn't have been worst. It gave my stomach an uncomfortable squirm each time I thought of how I'm gonna get myself past this. Even when you look me in the eyes, face filled with failure and cheeks drowned in salty tears you can never dissolve. Like you father, I am much more bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who cares to share my crying, my toast, my story,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one who'll always remember and would want to walk and talk in the drizzling rain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;he wished me a happy 16.5th birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-4802143051583465183?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/4802143051583465183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=4802143051583465183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/4802143051583465183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/4802143051583465183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/12/there-was-no-sun-ray-pouring-down-my.html' title='Bigcitydreams'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-1634422082348633483</id><published>2008-12-23T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T18:31:45.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In 80 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=23-12-08_1059.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 181px; height: 158px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/23-12-08_1059.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=23-12-08_1102.jpg" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img style="width: 181px; height: 158px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/23-12-08_1102.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Out of frustration, down with a fever and in a fashion emergency, I was out by 9am. Lucky for me that the Sengkang resident is already awake, else I don't know what weird ideas I would have came up with. The kids were up watching cartoon on teevee when I arrived, not knowing that they're just what I needed to cool myself down. Azul and Nabilah are at least speaking words, unlike Zharfan who is still at a one syllabus pronounciation. The hardest word my little brat ever said was morning, and it sounded more to Mhorreneeng. It's nice to see them all learning and trouble-free with nothing to worry about at their age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06099.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 181px; height: 250px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC06099.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=23-12-08_1101.jpg" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img style="width: 181px; height: 250px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/23-12-08_1101.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Me and Jannah caught up over breakfast, after months of not seeing each other. Indeed, it was our first proper date together without school uniform. Haha! Went to Compass Point to get afew stuffs before heading to Serangoon and City Hall. As Jannah did her mini shopping online, we dropped by those random places to meet up with the seller to purchase her products. Sighs, I haven't been spending for clothes since I'm tight on cash. Furthermore, Momma haven't given me my pay for her cheap labour paperwork. I doubt it'll be sufficient to get myself a new pair of jeans so I might as well get the popcam film developed using that money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06108.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 375px; height: 298px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC06108.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Trained to Tamp to meet Fir, who has been missing in action since the bading of olevels. Faiz bought movie tix for all four of us since we were late in meeting him at E!Hub. Uzair didn't make it cause he woke up at the time we were supposed to be meeting and neither did Amin, as he had to go to Johore with his family. So we watched Yes Man and yes, it was rolling on the floor funny! At least that was the part I enjoyed most with beloved friends after such a long time of good laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things turned pretty nasty with my pops due to some unsettled business. I was overwhelmed with defiancy at the injustice done towards me. Before I knew it, I had to pass my sorrys to Davin for not going to his party. So much for finally meeting again, everything just had to come back to wrong timings once more. My lungs felt too tired to breathe and I refrained myself from walking the other path, away from home. Sticky tears accompanied me all the way home to my doorstep before confining myself between four walls. Sorry for not picking up your calls Uzair, I couldn't possibly let you hear me choke within sniffs. You're one who knows when to be there when something goes right or wrong, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06102.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 353px; height: 479px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC06102.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for the save, Half-Sister. Today couldn't have been possible&lt;br /&gt;without you and yknow it. Love you much, J. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-1634422082348633483?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/1634422082348633483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=1634422082348633483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/1634422082348633483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/1634422082348633483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-80-days.html' title='In 80 days'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-6787757660317895182</id><published>2008-12-21T21:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:50:39.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Denmark, she said</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/20124402/1/674646929"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 81px; height: 146px;" src="http://photos-402.friendster.com/e1/photos/20/44/20124402/1_674646929l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/51171781/1/845954077"&gt; &lt;img style="width: 83px; height: 146px;" src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/18/71/51171781/1_845954077l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/66183626/1/496669072"&gt; &lt;img style="width: 98px; height: 146px;" src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/62/63/66183626/1_496669072l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/45925753/1/485523024"&gt; &lt;img style="width: 89px; height: 146px;" src="http://photos-753.friendster.com/e1/photos/35/75/45925753/1_485523024l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Davin&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suesue&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Farah&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Srii&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;(That's pretty alot of birthday babies just for today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=21-12-08_1826.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 177px; height: 154px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/21-12-08_1826.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=21-12-08_1837.jpg" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img style="width: 185px; height: 154px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/21-12-08_1837.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma voluntarily did henna on my hand after shopping at geylang for the equipments in the morning. I had to type awkwardly using just my right while my left laid on J.k.Rowling's book. Baik namanye. So guess what, new friends made with two Malaysians on myspace. How international that site is, they do not look like the typical mats around. More like gorgeous, I'd say. Coolio yknow, especially since the scenery's beautiful at their side instead of the dump we see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;PHASE 4 OF KOMINYAN VIRUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I looked at my own reflection, whoa my hair has grown! Okay I know it does grow, but this time faster. The back of it are not protruding astray, instead it remained straight down my neck. The sides are curving my jaw and I think I need to trim my fringe abit later. I can't decide whether to keep it slant or snip straight into bangs. Prolly I may go for that previous Twiggy inspired mob hairstyle again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Fye, kau sesat eh? Hahaha! (Y)&lt;br /&gt;Pss: Play far far ah Darwisma, Aaron saya punye okay. Lolol, go continue with your Cullen obsession and don't disturb my fairytale with Robbie. Ty, (Y)(Y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-6787757660317895182?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/6787757660317895182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=6787757660317895182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/6787757660317895182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/6787757660317895182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/12/denmark-she-said.html' title='Denmark, she said'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-8845527460951941991</id><published>2008-12-20T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:03:08.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The chap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/23380437/1/608132295"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 343px; height: 451px;" src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/73/40/23380437/1_608132295l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 15th, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Safwan&lt;/span&gt;! Quick get your ic done lah, so much for thinking you're the same age as me. Haha. And, study hard kay! Lolol. Kita hangout soon with your greatest friend Musa alrightey. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't have thought it was possible to stay awake till the sun creeps out again, but it actually happened without me noticing. I survived the apparent twentyfour hours without a wink of rest. A pleasure in helping Dorrah with her newly made myspace while I chatted with Khairil Kid again, being his messenger in fixing ton sessions with Fathu and Davin. Haha, kecoh satu-satu pakcik nih! Moving on, I'm still on neopets now. By seven, sister already left home for work. I, however, crashed the bed and snoozed for twelve hours. According to a bio kid, I may be suffering from kominyan virus due to the exact symptoms I experienced recently. Just to make matters much more interesting, I'm at phase two right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-8845527460951941991?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/8845527460951941991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=8845527460951941991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/8845527460951941991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/8845527460951941991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/12/chap.html' title='The chap'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-5913009768843050124</id><published>2008-12-19T19:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:59:45.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Essence of Accents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/2e2p3ep.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aaron Johnson Is Marvo Lushness&lt;/span&gt;! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top my weekdays off, a late night dvd show definitely made it right. Angus, Thongs And Perfect Snogging was adorably hilarious! It pictured the agony of a fourteen-year old who had the impression that she'll never have a boyfriend seeing how she never snogged anyone before. There weren't much bitchy scenes compared to WildChild, it focused more on juliet getting her romeo. Like all expected happy endings, however this particular one sent a tinge of sweetness wishing I was in love again. I rarely go gaga over celebrities but Aaron just makes me go jelloid! Must've been his stunning eyes, jaysus they're serious shite gorgeous. Mind you Vin Diesel and Mark Wahlberg are still my top priority, but I'll draw hearts over Aaron at the moment. So worth watching with girlfriends to see how this bassist strut his stuff. It deserves 5 stars baby! (Watch Ange, watch!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-5913009768843050124?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/5913009768843050124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=5913009768843050124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/5913009768843050124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/5913009768843050124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/12/aaron-johnson-is-marvo-lushness-to-top.html' title='Essence of Accents'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/2e2p3ep_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-3283869450726438326</id><published>2008-12-18T02:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T04:55:14.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Order</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time check: 0216AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Currently: Chatting with Jammy &amp;amp; Khairil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how easily people can be so judgmental over things. I understand you voicing out your opinion but it won't matter since you're not the party involved nor dyou know the full version of it. Really if this is your first time dropping by, I'd say that I have been blogging like that then too bad if you can't adjust yourself to it. If you still have your narrow minded perception of me so be it cause I'm not born to please, unless you'd want to admit your real name. (Technology is advanced now yknow, maybe you should keep up with that too) Apologies to Ok4!do, I swear we were looking forward to a movie treat and flooding her dslr with pictures. Sighs oh wells, she'll be leaving for KayElle tomorrow which'll last a friggin week! I'm gonna miss you more badly now, just come back home as quick and safely alrightey? And Musa kalau kau update lagi, tentu aku syg kau lebih. Haha! Now, I shall get back to my recent daily morning routine of reading Harry Potter before dozing off with the book left open. I'm nearly there before reasoning out my grudges with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;NLevel candidates&lt;/u&gt;, the dreaded hour will arrive soon with cold hands and thumping hearts. Yguys have done your best and that's what matters. Whatever comes, comes. It's important to take things positively and improve for the better. However, I'll still be hoping the best for all of you. With love, sarah elfac.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-3283869450726438326?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/3283869450726438326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=3283869450726438326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/3283869450726438326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/3283869450726438326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-check-0216am-currently-chatting.html' title='Out of Order'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-8513984121399749743</id><published>2008-12-14T22:49:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:45:18.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandoned site</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-stick.swf" height="35" width="219" style="width:219px;height:35px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-stick.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=16188971&amp;path=2008/12/15&amp;mycolor=0A090D&amp;mycolor2=6BB093&amp;mycolor3=68AD91&amp;autoplay=true&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=16&amp;grad=true"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What a shame we all became such fragile broken things A memory remains just a tiny spark I give it all my oxygen so let the flames begin So let the flames begin Oh glory oh glory This is how we'll dance when they try to take us down This is what will be oh glory Somewhere weakness is our strength and I'll die searching for it I can't let myself regret such selfishness My pain and all the trouble caused no matter how long I believe that there's hope buried beneath it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hiding beneath it all and growing beneath it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently so you misunderstood my intentions when I was just clearing the air between us. I don't need to be dramatic over anything nor am I seeking attention if that's what you meant. Earth to you, I'm not the drama queen here. Pretence or not, I can't tell your difference since you admit you're good at that. I don't know what you want anymore, so stop tormenting my conscious. Look around you, and realise for a moment that I'm done. I clearly know my mistake but no human deserves hatred, especially not bestfriends. For the last time, I'm not coming back. Rest in peace, and rot in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If that's how you feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You have no idea how I felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Really, you bloody D o n ' t .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-8513984121399749743?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/8513984121399749743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=8513984121399749743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/8513984121399749743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/8513984121399749743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/12/abandoned-site.html' title='Abandoned site'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-3127815828539664521</id><published>2008-12-12T19:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:48:20.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heal, heel, hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05232.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 231px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC05232.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I may have dreaded going back to Johore before but now it's all I'm ever looking forward to this weekend. The only place where I can comfortably drown myself with memories up in the attic and let my thoughts wander. If possible, I'd like to recover there till the holidays end. Take your time to search, I'm deleting everything that has got me online. It seems like the only right thing to do at the moment. Tkcr lovelies, and thankyou for reading. God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;To Elfac, I hope you're reading, thank you very much for always being there. I mean it because lately, you have been the only person that would take the time and energy to hear me out and though I may not always be right, you tell me things I don't want to hear or never thought of and to me, that's more than what I could ask for. And knowing you'll be away for quite awhile leaves me in a 'lil rut because now that you're gone on a trip, who am I to turn to? But, I'll take it as a lesson. To face things on my own. I'll be missing you dearly and you'll be in my prayers for a quick but safe return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isadora Fatima Gares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-3127815828539664521?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/3127815828539664521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=3127815828539664521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/3127815828539664521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/3127815828539664521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-may-have-dreaded-going-back-to-johore.html' title='Heal, heel, hell'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-4308969879282986111</id><published>2008-12-10T22:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:26:13.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackhole, bleak whole</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCI0005.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 353px; height: 453px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSCI0005.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-stick.swf?myid=16063109&amp;path=2008/12/12" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="mycolor=ADB4AD&amp;mycolor2=9FB1A9&amp;mycolor3=90ADA5&amp;autoplay=false&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=4&amp;grad=false" width="219" height="35" name="myflashfetish" align="middle"type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" border="0" style="visibility:visible;width:219px;height:35px;"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If there would be anyone whom I missed out on the most, that person should be you &lt;u&gt;Nadeey&lt;/u&gt;. I'm sorry that you weren't part of my change, for I ain't the only one who did. C'mon, we can't be having this You Changed conversation at an age like this. We're nowhere near best, almost close to strangers, daresay we don't even recognise each other now! Times are different and apparently we have to adapt to it, for people are sure to change and I've accepted that. I was taken aback by your sudden text throwing everything back at me, well what an innovative way to conjure a start with unknown numbers displayed. When everything just sucked at the moment, I didn't have the energy to relive My moments when You weren't there for me. Irony really, when the best person in life should know us best and obviously the last to judge. Every single detail you knew about me was two years old, precisely how can you tell that you're still the one who knows me best? So much for knowing me best, that was just another part of our Used To again. If only you see how much you ignored me along the corridors after getting yourself into a tight relationship, but no I don't want to blame it on that as an excuse of what it's doing to us since afterall he is the love of your life. It's of no use digging the past days of what should or should not be done, because it seems that I can't tell right from wrong anymore. When others thank me for being understanding, what is it all those load of crap they're appreciating me for? How can I be understanding to them if I myself can't have a proper stable bestfriend to lean on? Hell yeah we defintely drifted way apart at the start of this year when you're no longer the first person to know about stuffs and vice versa. Isn't that how everything started, this whole big screwup? Maybe you're right about me being ungrateful, and it still pains me to say it, since I've made an unforgivable mistake. I remembered, but I figured you wouldn't need it anyway seeing how less significant I was becoming in your life. For some reason, you're someone I don't deserve at all. Let's not live in denial, so take it that I'm the cause of everything. Not that I believe friendships can have their own goodbyes but there's just too much to save it all. Besides, will it ever be the same? Because I still see the part in you whom I used to love, you still shine brighter among the others. Just so yknow, I've never regretted making you my first and #01 b e s t f r i e n d of mine eversince the day when it started with a phonecall. Bear in our hearts that you can never be replaced, no one. Our possessions to each other and everything else that reminded me of you are sealed in an envelope placed at the corner of my drawer. That was prolly the last decent photo we ever had together, dated two years back. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hold your tears, Sarah. Stay true and never believe that friends come and go. Bestfriends who have a special bestfriend, treat them like how they deserve to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never, let this go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-4308969879282986111?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/4308969879282986111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=4308969879282986111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/4308969879282986111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/4308969879282986111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/12/your-love-leaves.html' title='Blackhole, bleak whole'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-1665522518373710818</id><published>2008-12-09T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:21:23.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Maybe if my heart stops beating, it won't hurt this much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sarah, imy u noe. Thinking bout u just tortures me, u lil twirp!&lt;br /&gt;Don't run away. But if you do, please take me with you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-1665522518373710818?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/1665522518373710818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=1665522518373710818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/1665522518373710818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/1665522518373710818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/12/maybe-if-my-heart-stops-beating-it-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-6827111328250724583</id><published>2008-12-08T23:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:08:48.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying yet addictive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;: So how come I was out on a saturday when I was supposed to be overseas? Well Abah last minutedly made me go to Johore with Sis Dinah on a Sunday morning instead. By bus, yes, on a Sunday morning! Visions were so clouded since I only had five hours of sleep and had to wake up at 8am. Packed my bag for the necessary stuffs in a groggy manner and damn was the atmosphere sucky. I hate it when you always walk ahead like as if you're travelling alone, and leaving me way behind pretty lost not knowing where our destination is. I even dozed off in the train and the next moment I awoke, you were not in front of me. I panicked for a split second of course, but found you again thanks to the apek's loud cough which woke me up through my earphones. Jaysus I think it would've taken you up the escalator before you'll realise that I wasn't trailing along if I'd missed the stop. Anger wouldn't have made you notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus journey from Rochor (i had the urge to drop by sungei rd for awhile) to Woodlands was just, bleargh. I practically swayed and hung my head in rhythm as the jerky roads took its course. I'd roll awake when the brakes jammed suddenly and then doze back off again. I seriously  couldn't care less how buruk I slept in the bus, I really needed my complete hours of sleep! We went through a short queue before heading to the interchange to go to the Malaysian checkpoint. The malaysian checkpoint's queue length could've taken us hours but we took the shortcut, thank god. Walked all the way to Komtar where Abah picked us up. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the car journey that Abah told us cousins came over in the morning and are staying with us. Overjoyed lah sey, since we're the type who won't hangout unless you count hari raya as a meet up. Sad that we don't do stayovers, so this is practically like our first. Our front porch had a massive makeover with its fountain and garden now removed, tiling the grounds with wooden shelter above. There're no more metal grills, instead they concreted a border wall so our place stood out from amongst the others. :] Definitely satisfied with how it turned out, but I still insist upon having our house painted another color since yellow is plain. Me and Sis changed into pjams before hitting the sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah woke us up at around six for dinner at Grandma's. We were all starving with weird noises coming from our stomachs. Mummy couldn't cook as the kitchen was still in the process of renovation, though I couldn't spot any difference to it. After eating our fill, everyone decided to check out the new Sutera Mall which looked more like johore's vivo including its logo there. The mall structure was complicated, we had to rely on signs to get to the lift lobby! As the girls shopped for heels (I can never be good at that nor tell them apart: All Heels Look The S a m e) I stayed with Abah and Zharfan outside. There weren't much to look around anyway, the stores were pretty noob. Ha ha, whoopsie. Shopped at Carrefour where we nicked in shushi and Halls and gum and whatnots. Headed home at eleven but the fun didn't just stop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4 retarded kids in the house namely me, my sister, Sis Surianti, and Bro Mimi, the only two cousins there, went to the third floor so-called attic to chill. The third floor area used to be my playground when I was still small, but now it creeps me when there're no lights switched on. We dug out games to play and had Boggle, Scrabble, Domino and Touristo. We even caught Whose Line Is It Anyway and cracked up so loud in the wee morning hours. Ancient siah, all time fav hilarious show. When each of our eyelids were already so heavy that we headed down to separate bedrooms but eventually the three of us girls crashed at my room with legs sprawled on top of each other. We really should stop sleeping at 2 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;: We could've slept in till noon but Momma already booked breakfast at Grandma's again. We were all dressed in baju kurungs, in commemoration with Hari Raya Haji. ^^V Scrumptious meals was cooked, it felt like hari raya all over again. Drove to Ulutiram for a visit to relatives and for all I know, the journey was long. At different points of time that we slept, I read my Harry Potter, we sang, made faces in the rear mirror, we talked, and did just that on repeat mode. Being in the same car with cousin was how I imagined relations are supposed to be; carefree and oh so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be warned that the other three visits were not planned. Car journey again but this time to Mat Sentol's. If you recognise who that is, the veteran malay actor whom anyone also calls Mat Bon? Sis Surianti got his autograph and he drew a cartoonic version of himself, pretty artistic I must say. His wife dengan susah payahnye laid out a feast so how could we all refuse? Abah was awfully funny that whole of today that all of us couldn't stop laughing. Okay let's speed things up. Went to another relatives house and ateee again. It was apporaching dusk before we finally entered Spore back. Dropped by cousin's cousin house whom I'm not related to ofcourse, but we hit the foods again. I didn't feel full nor was I starving, the type of feeling you won't realise that you've been eating? Proper meals at that! Cheerios Sawah, hopefully I gain some actual weight out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SISTER GOT ME THE FINAL RIOT! PARAMORE DVD ALBUM WHICH WAS JUST SO GORGEOUSLY FILMED AT CHICAGO THAT I WATCHED IMMEDIATELY OVER AND OVER AND I COULD PRACTICALLY FEEL THE AWESOME ATMOSPHERE THERE IF ONLY THEY'LL COME HERE SOON. I'LL BE OUT OF MY MIND BY THEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-6827111328250724583?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/6827111328250724583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=6827111328250724583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/6827111328250724583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/6827111328250724583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/12/annoying-yet-addictive.html' title='Annoying yet addictive'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-979748053343127227</id><published>2008-12-07T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:30:33.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Searchlights up and down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=06-12-08_1830.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 195px; height: 272px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/06-12-08_1830.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05586.jpg" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img style="width: 181px; height: 272px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC05586.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My being late almost cost Uzair 5bux, the fine he'd have to pay if he was late for work. Heh, my bad. Anyway we went to Ehub just so that I could apply for any vacancy available, where I managed to have a chat with Faiz for awhile. Every single one of us are leading our own busy lives currently; Jannah stuck like a jailbird at Jurong, Amin with his tight working schedule, Roshaaan working and partying most nights, Faiz somewhere at pasir ris and Fir, who has gone missing for far too long. Provided you'd want to include the times I collided into him within two months without saying hi. Bitter, damn right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My solitude mind was in need of good company so I met up with Soleha and Amirah at Siglap's starbucks. Sadly Girlgirlgirlfriend Dia couldn't make it and little did I know that Widad, Bani and Fariz were gonna be there as well. They were already playing Identity game which made heads turn around, judging by how goofy they looked when they held their napkins in the air. Cute friends they are, never fail to make me grin. It was drizzling by the time we got to Parkway, just to have fun at the arcade there. Checked out for copies of The Final Riot! at sembawang store and it made me crumble when I didn't bring along enough cash. Sol got her twilight soundtrack album though, and she couldn't stop squelling eversince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=06-12-08_2356.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 182px; height: 276px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/06-12-08_2356.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=07-12-08_0007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img style="width: 185px; height: 277px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/07-12-08_0007.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Went over to Far East at eight to meet Sis Dinah and friends. Planless, we headed to Marina for bowling. Since I couldn't bowl in leggings, that'd be really embarrassing come to think of it, Sheila came to my rescue. It took her quick to get changed and train down from Yishun, and by ten we were already sitting at the bay. Cheerios I had my digicam and popcam while she brought her polaroid cam along too. Amazingly our polaroids turned out pretty and I love them all! Sheila bestie, till we meet again dear love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-979748053343127227?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/979748053343127227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=979748053343127227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/979748053343127227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/979748053343127227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/12/remember-to-feel-real.html' title='Searchlights up and down'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-4324005573312531269</id><published>2008-12-06T03:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:42:58.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tangled in this dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05473.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 372px; height: 313px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC05473.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05472.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 181px; height: 245px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC05472.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05477.jpg" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img style="width: 180px; height: 245px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC05477.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05496.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 179px; height: 266px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC05496.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05511.jpg" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img style="width: 178px; height: 267px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC05511.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The night before had rained so I had a simple hoodie-leggings with converse highcut wear. By noon, I was already at Dia's place renting dvds to watch. It was a okay-set-go last minute planned movie marathon, which turned out superb. Presented her the Rasmus album that me and Nenas got for her, now already a belated gift. She couldn't have been more content, oh I'm glad you love it girlgirlgirlfriend. We had Radit&amp;amp;Jani on, whereby the ending was really painful that tears just streamed down. You're right Faisal, it did made me cry unknowingly. The Stranger show made me just curl up and sleep on the couch. We myspaced and neopetted for awhile till Dia got me hooked up on Cheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05549.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 348px; height: 244px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC05549.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05539.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 349px; height: 256px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC05539.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05554.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 172px; height: 259px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC05554.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05564.jpg" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img style="width: 162px; height: 260px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC05564.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Truth is, I can't describe my emotions anymore. Shite is what everything feels like now, deep down on the insides. I needed to get away, and for once I didn't want anyone to find me at all. It's better that way, to cry in the hidden and not be found. Nowadays I do nothing but say sorry. True, it seems to be the hardest word around. Thanks Okasha and Uzair, for making this seem alot easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home before eleven but before I knew it, I was already out again thirty minutes later. I figured I'm not gonna let it get to me and spoil my plans. So me and partner in crime took the last bus to Tamp just in time for the birthday surprise. Two minutes before midnight, I called Razi and told him to go down to his block lobby. Butterflies were clumsily flying around in my tummy, for I didn't know what to say when he turns up. I gave him the cheesecake, minus candles cause I couldn't find a lighter anywhere. -.- He gave me my belated birthday diary which shocked me for a moment. I didn't expect it though, but I surely love it, tyvm. Hope you enjoyed the cheesecake my dear, and Happy 16th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fo'sho I know my stomach needed food to digest, so we had supper at a nearby coffeeshop. The prata cheese with mushroom was tch, delicious! That should keep me going for awhile. Then we walked all the way back to Bedok, drowning the morning with life troubles. It wasn't until 3am that sister called and needed me home. Sister's boyf stayed over (as usual parents are out of town) so I had to grumpily crashed on the hard bed instead. Now now, I only have seven hours of sleep before waking up again, so toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-4324005573312531269?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/4324005573312531269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=4324005573312531269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/4324005573312531269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/4324005573312531269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/12/photobucket.html' title='Tangled in this dream'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-706631823275160656</id><published>2008-12-04T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T18:15:58.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing just because</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=03-12-08_1506.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 368px; HEIGHT: 266px" height="480" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/03-12-08_1506.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the sound of the sudden heavy downpour as it gives me the sense of heading to the kitchen window to look at the residents opposite who're pulling in their laundry with a rather panic expression. Wicked! It also calls out to the blankets and comforters and as many other layers to keep me warm while the dark clouds hovered over my window, hiding mr sun out. As I realised the cold surroundings around me, wishing you were here beside was the only logic which came to mind. Because I long for your warm touch again, because I miss you. This is an act of nature and we'll never fully understand it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was approaching 4am when I finally turned in this morning, only to wake up at around noon. I stayed awake earlier chatting with Okasha, Irda still almost persuading me to have a go again at her Hannah And The Ice Caves (lame) game, cleaning up my mailbox, playing all sorts of games on neopets for the sake of neopoints, cracked routes to find a cure for Jubjub, and finally had the decency to activate my myspace page again. Still in the process of upgrading to profile 2.0 which has a better layout structure. Still, leceh yknow! Friend requests from various [fg] kids whom I couldn't be bothered to view as my eyes were already so heavy. Managed to catch afew lines from Harry Potter And The Goblet Of Fire before catching some winks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most probably, I'll be leaving for johore tonight. That is if Sis Dinah is coming along, cause I ain't wanna be alone in that creepy room after a mysterious blackout occurred. I'm tagging along due to force from Abah, and also the fact that he's showing me to a shop which sold dslr at quite a reasonable figure. Weird, since he has never got interested in what I'm interested in or even want to pandang at a dslr thanks to its ugly price. Hopefully I'll be getting one even if my results are like shiate, ahaha. Yet again, maybe I won't deserve one if it Is mcm taik. So no one will be able to contact me there even if I bring my cell along, what with no Maxis connection. Be back by Sunday, should be, so I'll leave a scheduled entry for the december babies this weekend. Okasha will be leaving for Bali tomorrow night and only be back on Monday. Whut! She'll have no me till Friday and I'll have no her till Monday. Haha s'okay, we have Tuesday. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESSA, MESSENGER BETA IS BACK! LOVE YOU AH, API-MUSANG! (FIREFOXXX)&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/1423059137425433285-706631823275160656?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/706631823275160656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=706631823275160656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/706631823275160656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/706631823275160656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/12/missing-just-because.html' title='Missing just because'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-6863703037103150338</id><published>2008-12-02T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:35:43.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Web05.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/Web05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Neopets' back, with influences from Irda Amiera Norman. Poor Jubjub's suffering from a neo-disease which apparently I haven't heard of or have any idea on how to cure him. I will have to seek help from cousin, who, I have no means of contacting. Kacheeks are still the cutest neopets I own, just too bad I'm pure lazy to create petpet to keep her company. Stoppit siah, now I sound like some lost neogeek. Anyway, say hello to that blue starving monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some have known about the idiotic truth of sawah yayana's kental deed. While other new friends are asking me for msn add, I can't help but to make a diddy of myself about the matter. And hey, now Fuch's asking for msn pulak. Haha. The idea's stupid, I accidentally deleted the whole of live messenger software lah okay. Beta somemore! Right Midzi, even I don't know how I can commit that mistake. If you can even call it accidental! Haha. The computer need to free some memory, so I had to throw away some junks right. Even webmessenger is not helping much. Boring tau chat without display picture or personal messages!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-6863703037103150338?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/6863703037103150338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=6863703037103150338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/6863703037103150338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/6863703037103150338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/12/neopets-back-with-influences-from-irda.html' title=''/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-762168881232492612</id><published>2008-12-01T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:23:37.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crestfallen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04660.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 367px; HEIGHT: 291px" height="480" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04660.jpg" width="479" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last month of 2008, wow. Time flew awfully fast this year, don't cha think so? The days drag on like marathons but nights left as fast as it came. Of course, schoolmates have been busy mugging real hard and so no one really noticed the change of environment. Secondary school days are over, jaysus it's sad. Imagine myself walking across campus with maybe a laptop in hand. That is, if I'm even qualified for poly education. I'm considering Nafa if my results really suck, judging by how bad I crumple after every paper. If Momma won't hear to it, I don't see how I'll study peacefully anywhere near tertiary. Speaking of which, haha I actually miss studying! For now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's already December, the season's greetings are finally here too. I have got to work on my resolutions to be a better person. I believe in having a goal in improving myself and analysing my performance at the end of the year. I shall do that a day before next year, when everyone's countdowning (not counting down tau) to first of jan. A new year, a new start for all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-762168881232492612?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/762168881232492612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=762168881232492612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/762168881232492612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/762168881232492612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/12/crestfallen.html' title='Crestfallen'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-3212035491186427080</id><published>2008-11-29T17:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T17:05:59.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>G'day, mard!</title><content type='html'>Looking at this week's entries, it was nothing but bull. I actually stayed home a week being practically destructive to my own self but thank god parents were out of town again. I was looking forward so much to the weekend, the only chance I can escape from momma's interrogating fashionwear kill. Okay so this will be a really detailed one since Fariz told me to post about it, whatmore there were quite an eventful of things which happened. Besides, I love love love the whole of yesterday. I label last night, the Dopest one I had this week! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;The Kfc Buddy Deal&lt;/span&gt;: If you're running late and have never taken 17 from Bedok to Pasir Ris, don't ever try. Nice to have a long peaceful bus ride when you're not rushing for time, but it was a bad choice for me yesterday morning. Not only did my back hurt from not moving, I was an hour late in meeting Nabil for kfc. Hoho, and I've yet to synchronise my watch to half an hour early! Gheez. Before that, dropped by greenview to pass sister the keys. She gave me some cash and even bought kfc breakfast for me! Heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;Random People&lt;/span&gt;: Yeurgh, after that I had two crazy freaking long bus rides when I almost thought I needed to suffer in another one. 21 back to Reservoir since Nabil has a match at st wilfred with the senior damaians, where we collided with Jazli and Ameer. Saw Faiz too when he was making his way to the mosque. Decided to just 21 again back to Pasir Ris since I promised Irda I'd fetch her but I didn't think I could make it this time. Amin was on the phone with me, for after such a long time. Yada yada, everybody's busy working. The third bus ride was almost going to happen but I chose to train to Eunos instead. Collided with Jannah, and god I just miss her so much! We need to hang real soon babe. Met up with Uzair Dan and Fariz at the platform. At least I was just fifteen minutes late, unlike the small Dinie. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;Dawn Under&lt;/span&gt;: Trained to town area to get to Mind Cafe. Uzair had reserved a place for us at 3pm the night before. Only that, we couldn't decide whether to stop at Raffles or Outram. Dan and Fariz were arguing on pronounciation issues like Clarke Quay (clerk ku-aye) and Outram (out-ramp) Curious kids, tchtch. We got to the cafe and played two board games of which, never heard before but friggin' fun once played. Coolio tau, yguys should check out the place someday. Furthermore, free flow of games and drinks. Dan the Cheater kept on cheating and indeed of course, didn't win. Still trying to deny ah, stole my train card somemore! Always getting in my way, lolol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=28-11-08_1955.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 340px; HEIGHT: 430px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/28-11-08_1955.jpg" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;Cheap Shites For Real&lt;/span&gt;: Irda came shortly at around six, and Dinie had to go off for her dental appointment. We left the place for the guys to have their prayers done at the underground mosque. Me and Irda sat by the river and people watched. As usual, tourists and kids were taking shots of the view with their dslr. I swear I felt like just snatching it out of their hands and run away. Hahaha! Went to Bugis and dropped by Sungei Road for last minute deals. I was particularly looking for film generated cameras, and Uzair got me a pop cam! From three bux, we haggled it down to only 1dollar. Coolio ah, thanks Haywire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=28-11-08_1941.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 436px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/28-11-08_1941.jpg" width="332" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;Support Local Clothing Line&lt;/span&gt;: Finally got the chance to check out Sup's store, jaysus everything in there was like made in heaven. We went to afew more rad ones, trying on shades and admiring ourselves in the mirror. Haha. Pretty stuffs, evil figures. The things sold can definitely burn a huge hole in my wallet, leaving me with a heartburn to save up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=28-11-08_1953.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 158px; HEIGHT: 219px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/28-11-08_1953.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=28-11-08_1956.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 156px; HEIGHT: 219px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/28-11-08_1956.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;Sheesha&lt;/span&gt;: We were all so bummed since we tried at many shops but they wouldn't let us sheesha due to underage. After much help and smuggling through with fake age, we got a spot at the corner of an alley. Bummed siah, out of all days I couldn't bring the digicam yesterday since Sister had a reunion with her primary school friends. I predicted they'll all be bringing a camera along and guess what, each of them really did! Wahlau. So we made do with my toycam and Dinie's 3.2 megapixel phone camera. Just hope my photos won't be dark once developed cause there weren't much light around, haiyah. So anyway, Fariz had the word Evil written on his forehead! Ahaha, serious shite! He very much was trying so hard to influence me to breathe in some. Haha, terus member bingit siah when I kept on laughing uncontrollably instead of sheeshaing because Irda was cracking me up. :] Alas, smoke were coming out from my nose before I knew it. And Dan has this habit of making me laugh when I was just about to breathe it out, so I ended up half choking. -.- The inside joke pasal releasing smoke from ears, I'm still laughing over that! Dysfunctional kids work well when retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;Lola Dherose&lt;/span&gt;: I'm so glad Dan persuaded me to walk around and look for film else I wouldn't have bumped into Mama Elledee! We were shocked for a moment and then it was all so frantic. Being all over each other hugging and screaming in amazement. Dan must've been stunned at some point of time, haha, sorry bout that. He even had to take pictures for us, thanks to mama's kecohness. Well hey we'll have a proper date sometime okay, confirm kecoh punye with adik ihin! ^^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;The Surprise&lt;/span&gt;: At ten, Fliq called me up since The Sallys were performing at Esplanade. I already gave her my word that I'll be there as I already missed the weekend trip and Vacant Affair, I couldn't possibly take it to miss more local acts. We decided to make a move and head to City Hall but Sis Dinah suddenly called and told me she has a surprise for me at eleven. I was stuck of course! I wanted so much to watch live performances again and meeting Fliq but yet again, when do we sisters spend time together on weekends? Heavyheartedly, I had to cancel Esplanade and head to Tamp in time to meet sister. I expected the surprise was Wildchild knowing that we made it a point to watch together. While the others went home, I was in the theatres with popcorn and barley drink. If you're planning upon watching that show, save it. I reckon the trailer was better than the whole movie itself. Feeling really sleepy and tired and sore, we cabbed back home at 1am. After shower, I sent my last text message to Qai before hitting the sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you that was alot, that is if you're still alive till now. Tag if you read the whole content without skipping a word till you came upon the last letter of this entry. Cheerios to whoever, or noever who couldn't be bothered.&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/1423059137425433285-3212035491186427080?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/3212035491186427080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=3212035491186427080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/3212035491186427080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/3212035491186427080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/11/gday-mard.html' title='G&apos;day, mard!'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-1507669172916505003</id><published>2008-11-27T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:39:32.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 7 Humanzoids</title><content type='html'>Hi. Sarah Diyana lived a pretty dull life this whole week, what you're about to read may not be as shocking. Parental guidance is strongly not needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched Simpsons The Movie for the eighth time since Earthhour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read Harry Potter And The Sorcerer's Stone all over again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuned in to 987fm at maximum volume, leaving grandma with no choice but to stay in the room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Counted the number of encyclopedias momma wasted her money on&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched Sepet and cried&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Replied to overdue texts to people both dead and alive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stared at the ceiling pretending they were stars for fifteen whole minutes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thought of reshelving my pretty storybooks but I was lazy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Called Abah and Sister up for the sake of nothing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Digged through dvd collection and watched Harry Potter And The Order Of The Phoenix&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Argued with Zharfan about Hot Wheels and Cars!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hung myself upside down from the couch and regretted when I got dizzy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listened to music till I dozed off, turning 180 degrees when I woke up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Munched on ice cubes with sarsi for dinner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amazing though how much we misunderstood and hurt like piercing knives, still we knew we enjoyed each other company. Young and silly back then, things didn't really work out for the both of us. What with choosing between guilt and happiness, I was partly to blame for how abrupt we ended. I may have deleted all of our past gone texts, but hey the sweet ones are still crystal clear in my mind. I'm not sorry that there're no more chapters to us, I'm just sorry since we could've made more memories when we were together. We'll meet our own soulmates one day, be it at 'soul garden' or anywhere else. If you're reading this, smile. Cause I'm glad I was involved with someone like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-1507669172916505003?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/1507669172916505003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=1507669172916505003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/1507669172916505003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/1507669172916505003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/11/7-humanzoids.html' title='The 7 Humanzoids'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-6195641784015261420</id><published>2008-11-24T13:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:45:01.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typicality</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05220.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 188px; HEIGHT: 234px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC05220.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05220e.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 180px; HEIGHT: 234px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC05220e.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Original vs Editted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;You can't blame me at all, Mondays are forever mundane no matter how hard I try to spice it up. Friends are I assume, already at Sentosa having fun. Jaysus, I don't even know what I'm doing home. So anyway, I got an idea of experimenting with neon thanks to Sister's reflective bright florescent camp tee. Momma, maybe it's time that we get curtains so that I can make silhouettes by the window. :] Meddled with the contrasts here and there and walla, angry colors applied right back at cha. Originals are non-editted of course, but I'm itching to get back to photoshop editting. Here's a sneak peak, what say you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-6195641784015261420?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/6195641784015261420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=6195641784015261420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/6195641784015261420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/6195641784015261420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/11/typicality.html' title='Typicality'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-7456582610099423085</id><published>2008-11-22T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:50:27.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangerous minds</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05091.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 367px; HEIGHT: 273px" height="480" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC05091.jpg" width="447" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister had a day off from work, which is rare, and I don't wanna burst the happy moment so why not spend the day with her? Got ready and out by three, and I was such in a tee and jeans slack mode. Went to Tamp to catch a movie but the timeslots and shows were so mrepek that we gave it a pass. Evidently we felt like boring souls. Bussed to Far East to show her the new coolio shop I discovered and we ended up buying badges from Paper People. We wanted to watch Wildchild so much, that we stubbornly walked to Lido. Turns out, show to be shown at midnight. Pfft, it just made my blood boil at a higher temperature. Okay, dinner was at Lucky Plaza to have nasi ayam penyet. Yummy, with funny translations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=l_347cb8e758a2c2d03fe1cec293e9d587.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 366px; HEIGHT: 279px" height="335" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/l_347cb8e758a2c2d03fe1cec293e9d587.jpg" width="378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats, I've decided to just miss the gig I've been waiting so long for. Today's 21st, but it slipped my mind somehow. Plus my mood wasn't on the correct scale, bleargh. Qai was at both merchants and music garage's gig but he insisted upon not going in. Slenge punye bacin. Since he quoted that there were scary kids scaring him, he told me not to go for any of the gigs. Haha, how cute. So instead, he trained down and was already at Bedok by nine. He brought his guitar and we sang the night out. I hope my vicious bite killed you for half a night, mr werewolf. :D God, I miss you already. Just don't kiss my hair the next time we hug okay? Haha! Headed home to help poor sister dye her hair and now it's faint red, not hayley red. Lesson learnt, to just do it at a salon instead of thrusting your hair into my care. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danndelion, cheerwup wokay? I feel your pain but if it has got to do with It, you and her have individual rights since both beliefs are different. Takmo bunga ah eh mat, hahaha. Dinner next week kay, oh I can't wait to bully you! *Grins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-7456582610099423085?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/7456582610099423085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=7456582610099423085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/7456582610099423085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/7456582610099423085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/11/dangerous-minds.html' title='Dangerous minds'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-3267415770441954020</id><published>2008-11-21T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T14:43:00.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05072.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 366px; HEIGHT: 276px" height="480" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC05072.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Since I've been cooped up in my &lt;s&gt;house&lt;/s&gt; room for days, I needed to get out for a breather. Boredom has never killed me this much before but I was seriously bored out of my mind the whole day just now! Now I'm onto my fourth book of Seven Deadly Sins, see what I mean? Right after parents left for Johore again, Irda was already on the way to my place while I took a bath. Furthermore, I was in a kiddish mood and so Sis Dinah got me sparklers. Me and Irda headed down at around eleven when Khai was also there. Lately the threesome of us have been keeping each other company with nothing but goofyness. Haikkk majide! Psst, Angels And Airwaves are coming over! Not a big fan, but whatev. Still remember the times in class when me and Roshaaan would sing to their songs since we're the ones who listen to them. '-'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-3267415770441954020?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/3267415770441954020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=3267415770441954020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/3267415770441954020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/3267415770441954020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/11/since-ive-been-cooped-up-in-my-house.html' title='Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-750183043263756856</id><published>2008-11-20T15:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T15:56:24.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Envy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;If I could mould my emotions into a ball, it'd roll with insecurity, rage, fear, wrath, resentment, and guilt altogether. I knew I couldn't keep it for long since I've got to tell you sooner or later or either way, you're gonna know about it yourself anyway.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;How many secrets would it take to kill a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-750183043263756856?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/750183043263756856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=750183043263756856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/750183043263756856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/750183043263756856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/11/envy.html' title='Envy'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-6041910372185184172</id><published>2008-11-19T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T14:34:04.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SDC12649.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 374px; HEIGHT: 302px" height="1200" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/SDC12649.jpg" width="1117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly at six thirty that we meet up, but I showed up an hour later instead. Can't blame me Ian, the bus was packed! Haha, excuses. So anyway it was already dark when I reached Tamp and we hustled through the crowds to get Faiz his gassy drink. 29 to Changi, and most of the pack were already there. Waited for Amin and his brother to arrive before starting with the barbeque. The food were delicious, and really spicy. Called Fye and met up for awhile since he's temporarily putting up near that area. God dude, can't believe you're gonna stay in that apartment for two months! Played with sparklers, the only source of keeping us joyful. Headed home at around ten plus, feeling all sleepy and lethargic. I've missed chatting with you, Nuyul. :] Btw, I'm no longer the chic with the green strand. Only God knows whatever happened to the locks. (Remaining pictures are with Widad/Nuyul, upload once received)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04950.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 362px; HEIGHT: 278px" height="480" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04950.jpg" width="362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04955.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 362px; HEIGHT: 275px" height="480" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04955.jpg" width="388" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04979.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 362px; HEIGHT: 272px" height="480" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04979.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04994.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 364px; HEIGHT: 481px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04994.jpg" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Widad, I'd advise you to face the camera instead of.. Haha!)&lt;br /&gt;Widad: Ah squeeze eh, sesiapa boleh masuk.&lt;br /&gt;The girls: *Immediately huddled close and smiled to the camera*&lt;br /&gt;Uzair: Automatic sak, satu-satu!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-6041910372185184172?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/6041910372185184172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=6041910372185184172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/6041910372185184172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/6041910372185184172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/11/chalet.html' title='Chalet'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-6862075403084467588</id><published>2008-11-18T14:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T14:33:33.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lust</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04642.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 363px; HEIGHT: 293px" height="480" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04642.jpg" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I couldn't sleep, I hadn't planned on dreaming early anyway. Pops decided to have a quick nap and catch Desperate Housewives later that night but instead, I was the one propped up on the sofa with granola bars. Moving on, Grey's Anatomy was next. The sight of stitches grossed me up and the memory whirled back when I had my first operation. It was two years ago that I felt three out of the five stitches given when the anaesthetic wore off. Half numb, half painful. The days which followed were just as tortorous. Gees, the sworn sisters were so supportive at that time. Too bad times have changed and people have too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying everyone's irritance on friendster. Take a look at their shoutouts, it's all about the I Lost All Of My Friends! maintanence problem. One word, Funny! Woo yeay, heading for Faiz's chalet soon! &lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-6862075403084467588?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/6862075403084467588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=6862075403084467588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/6862075403084467588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/6862075403084467588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-enjoying-everyones-irritance-on.html' title='Lust'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-6938757157245364659</id><published>2008-11-15T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:34:00.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one of those things</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0207.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 362px; HEIGHT: 258px" height="972" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC_0207.jpg" width="1027" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days, and mostly nights have been a real whack for me. Not only am I brutally broke, town is starting to bore me. Haha, Singapore is such a boring place. Which made me wonder how these kids can go to town and ton everyday without getting sick of the same scene. Speaking of which, Vacant Affair will be performing at skatepark. As much as I wanna jump along with the crowd, curling up on the couch with a book would be nice. Like I said, I'm quite sick of the same ol' night picture. Thoughtful of you to have asked me out Addy, but not today. Plus, I'm gonna miss Jannah for a long long time. Zharfan's coming home tomorrow, least there's something to be hype about. That's it, I'm gonna head for the library now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2 Hours Later..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogh Mai Gord?! I awoke with a package right beside me on the couch, a Borders package. Sister actually bought four volumes of Seven Deadly Sins which accumulated to almost 60bux! She bought books to make it up to me. Tell me, wouldn't you cry? I could've screamed since she did the craziest thing and didn't get me Twilight series instead. Wait, I don't think she knows I wanna read 'em. Haha. Still, I'm enjoying the wonderful new scent of pages at every flip. I lurbx you, sistah. Oh so very much indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Please tell me that you're nowhere near critical. Please tell me that you'll be fine. You gave me a shock when you said you've been warded. I hope you'll be discharged from the hospital soon else I'm gonna have to visit you tomorrow. I miss you, Q. Badly l':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-6938757157245364659?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/6938757157245364659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=6938757157245364659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/6938757157245364659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/6938757157245364659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-one-of-those-things.html' title='Just one of those things'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-3635267978205254755</id><published>2008-11-14T23:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T16:29:14.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 9347678365</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04856.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 374px; HEIGHT: 278px" height="480" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04856.jpg" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tale of two hippy kids: Since Sister entrusted me with the house keys, I took my sweetest time to get out of the house at around four to meet up with Irda. I got bored with jeans and shorts so I had a dark green dress on today. Dia, I survived a night out in a dress! *Jumps up and down* Anyway, we were extremely aimless and had no plan in mind. Stopped at Orchard for I don't know what reason, and before we know it, we were in the bus to Dhoby Ghout. Wanted to catch Rec but tickets were sold out, so forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irda however found her perfect, that's the only thing I ever wanted desperately in my whole life jacket at Espirit. Pretty jacket, pretty figures. 130bux, oh my I can faint just right in front of her. So she texted this really, reallyyy long text message (prolly five to six pages?) to her mother pleading to have her raya money spent for it. Her mother was surprisingly in a good mood, so I presume she'll be getting it. How lucky. Weird that we were in the mood for helium gas. Coincidentally a lady was giving out balloons outside Plaza Sing so apa lagi, attack uh. Swear we looked like small kids. Furthermore, Free Hugs were going around and si gila (Irda) was feeling so high so she hugged one. Suka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't be bothered to get on any form of transportation so we walked to City Hall, bearing in mind that Sarah Diyana has good directional skills. Falls of the chair, rolls on floor, laughing. I was hungry, Irda was practically starving, that we had Macs at Funan. It was by the time seven already, when we walked to Marina. Decided to just suck the helium there, so yeah we tried unknotting the ends. Turned out that it was filled with nitrogen, oxygen, carbon dioxide and whatever else but Not helium. No wonder the balloons didn't fly up at all. It took me a whole forty minutes to do so! @#$%^&amp;amp;*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bummed, very really truly extremely, so we just filled my memory card with silly faces. A scene which took place made me wanna laugh out loud siah. A group of guys came up to us, three out of four who're matreps to be precise. Looks like the striped tee jeans odd one out was interested in Irda and gyeah, that was her first step to M. *kening naik naik* His friend wanted my digits but I don't do the knal mintak nombor type, haha sorry you got the wrong person. Made a move at around ten, mhm, home sweet empty home. Image heavy, beware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04867.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 362px; HEIGHT: 268px" height="480" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04867.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04866.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 186px; HEIGHT: 265px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04866.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04875.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 178px; HEIGHT: 265px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04875.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that, so stressed just to untie the knot.&lt;br /&gt;Anything we'd do for helium!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04873.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 190px; HEIGHT: 267px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04873.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04877.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 176px; HEIGHT: 267px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04877.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me.. (not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04892.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 368px; HEIGHT: 283px" height="480" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04892.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl beside told me to try having long hair again.&lt;br /&gt;Should I consider her lunatic suggestion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04909.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 368px; HEIGHT: 273px" height="480" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04909.jpg" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Nikon is so much missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04923.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 188px; HEIGHT: 265px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04923.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04936.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 178px; HEIGHT: 265px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04936.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just, retardedly amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04938.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 370px; HEIGHT: 293px" height="480" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04938.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose Freeeeeeeeeeedom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04916.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 370px; HEIGHT: 291px" height="480" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04916.jpg" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite shot of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04862.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 364px; HEIGHT: 544px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04862.jpg" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon, Q. It was just a nightmare which was really scary but it'll never come true okay. Here's a balloon for you if it'll make you happy. :] Yours truly, Lois Lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-3635267978205254755?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/3635267978205254755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=3635267978205254755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/3635267978205254755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/3635267978205254755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/11/chapter-9347678365.html' title='Chapter 9347678365'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-538981162938371625</id><published>2008-11-13T18:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:46:24.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motherchuckr</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=13-11-08_2305.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 366px; HEIGHT: 290px" height="480" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/13-11-08_2305.jpg" width="372" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could've headed out to Pasir Ris park but knowing that I've yet to bathe at that point of time, which was already approaching seven in the evening, I managed to convince Irda to come over instead. Then Khairul rang and so we hung at my place till we decided to go to Macs and be silly there. Me and Irda didn't bring any cash along so Khai had to treat us to double chocolate frappe. :D We talked, laughed out loud, tested the periodic table to each other, watched 300, tried to activate the wireless mobile on iPod and even played Truth Or Dare. Sister started to nag around midnight so we headed home. Already morning but I'm still wide awake. I love tonight, carefree souls can be the best companions ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fancy how shitty you're treating us right now just because you have your majesty to worship. If having a girlf who dislikes your friends is love, it isn't. If having a girlf who dislikes your own family members for no apparent reason is love, it truly isn't. If having a girlf who controls your movement and mind is really what you call Love with a capital one, you should bloody be told right in the face that it isn't. So what if she's your first and current? I'd rather you remain as a bachelor, at least that'll not turn you into a monster at all. You're living in a world of your very own and you damn well know it. I am not a big fan of difficult situations but you're organizing your own funeral. Look at what she's doing to you. You're afraid of her, yes that's right. I'm not against her at all but really, if you're gonna change how you are to us and me because of her, then you're risking our friendship. We've been classmates for 4 years and I've seen you grow. Bottomline: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're unbelievable&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I didn't know I had a friend like you, Fir. I'm not even sure if you're qualified for that F term.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-538981162938371625?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/538981162938371625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=538981162938371625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/538981162938371625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/538981162938371625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/11/motherchuckr.html' title='Motherchuckr'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-1767936903345433885</id><published>2008-11-12T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:05:17.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai behg yoh pardOn?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02345-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 366px; HEIGHT: 489px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC02345-1.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy and Zharfan had been at Johore since Monday to supervise our house's renovation, and it pretty much just left me, my father and sister to take control over the house here. I'm pleased that at least they treated me like an adult for awhile, it makes me feel independent. Father left at dusk to stay over at the apartment there since the renovation going on is major. Eggcited, can't wait to see how our new shelter looks like! Me and Sister slept in the living room at midnight, pillows and comforters sprawled all over. I miss that little brat, though. The look on his face could prolly light up a room now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very much filled with distinctive burn. I couldn't possibly take in anymore of your hurtful words, like it never happened at all. Even your sincere apologies for the past two hours couldn't make up for how much pain you've caused. I hadn't planned on wetting my covers with tears, it all flowed without me knowing. They say that things happen for a reason. I hate to break it to you but you're right. Thanks, but no thanks. I don't wanna fall in love anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-1767936903345433885?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/1767936903345433885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=1767936903345433885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/1767936903345433885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/1767936903345433885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/11/ai-behg-yoh-pardon.html' title='Ai behg yoh pardOn?'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-7818296439509673861</id><published>2008-11-11T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:02:31.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miles away</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04776.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 367px; HEIGHT: 282px" height="768" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04776.jpg" width="573" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, is Freedom Day. It is when all the OLevel candidates are free from the evil examinations of Cambridge. Whye Kit basically tore his question paper right after the time was up, right there and then. To exaggerate further, he folded the pages into paper airplanes. Neat! I can scream into my pillow now that it's all over. Like Danndelion said, Enjoy Ah Sampai Mati. Yet again, it won't be at full speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04744.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 338px; HEIGHT: 263px" height="480" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04744.jpg" width="514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hut hut, no time to waste! Went home to get changed then me and Nenas met up again two hours later. Bussed to Tamp to apply positions through agencies. Sister recommended me Kelly's, who did provided good services. I'm just hoping they'll call soon though, I'm so in the need of cold ca$h. Speaking of which, Nenas was so mean. She made me windowshop, resulting in another purchase of a tee. I couldn't help it, it was shades-adorable! Rawr. Anyway, headed to Bugis for lunch and library and movie. We caught hsm3 thanks to nenas who got so persistent to watch it so much. Zac somehow looked similar to Hanif, well sortof. S'been awhile since I last saw that dude, sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually missed reading. It's time that I get back to my favourite pastime of surrounding myself with books on rainy sundays. Since Twilight's out in theatres late, which is very much totally unfair, I shall read what's the whole story about. Or perhaps, request for father to get the p-version. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-7818296439509673861?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/7818296439509673861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=7818296439509673861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/7818296439509673861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/7818296439509673861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/11/miles-away.html' title='Miles away'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-7862674849496200371</id><published>2008-11-10T19:31:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:28:35.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand central station (Aunt's constipation)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://i136.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=" width="348" height="261" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04673.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 196px; HEIGHT: 281px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04673.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04680.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 185px; HEIGHT: 281px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04680.jpg" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04689.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 196px; HEIGHT: 288px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04689.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04696.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 186px; HEIGHT: 288px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04696.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Abah's Swensens birthday cake that I got to play with those coolio dry ice. I have more left in the refrigerator, *runs in circles* Experimented the effects with some lights and oh, heavy unglam material. Some jakon superstitious fortune teller with messy hair, heck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Fye: Blablablab..&lt;br /&gt;S: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;F: Nothing, your father handsome.&lt;br /&gt;S: I know, and your mum is pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fye: *sings monotonously* I pray you die slowly..&lt;br /&gt;Eh apa siah nih lyrics punye lah mrepek.&lt;br /&gt;S: Hahaha wow, nice pick of songs.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Tell Fye that I kirim salam from my arse, and that he's a fyemale.&lt;br /&gt;F: Eh goodnight to your Q ah. He can kiss my ass&lt;br /&gt;and kirim salam too. I know he likes yo..&lt;br /&gt;S: Gnight bxtch! *hangs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, Fyemale? Hahaha good one! It's so like of Fye to call his girl-friends whenever he's bored and sadly, I had to entertain his nonsense late last night. I was on the phone with him while me and Q were texting, so you can pretty much imagine the chaos when I had to hold on here, hold on there. Both calling each other geay boys, haha I won't deny that both are equally as just. We had the bxtchiest conversations ever and he can really make me fall off the bed by cracking me up. I don't know why I brought about the gore scenes in Saw series that I got numb by the end of it. Seems that manyyy rads turned up for the gig on Saturday and damn I just had to stay home right? Chill Uh Mag, that's the next one though. Confirm kecoh, plus I'm still not in good terms with bestf so I'll have to delete my intention of bringing him along. Any takers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FREEEEEEDOM AFTER 9AM TOMORROWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;SYIOOOOOOOOOK OR WHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT!&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/1423059137425433285-7862674849496200371?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/7862674849496200371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=7862674849496200371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/7862674849496200371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/7862674849496200371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/11/grand-central-station-aunts.html' title='Grand central station (Aunt&apos;s constipation)'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-2836041124618160759</id><published>2008-11-09T18:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T19:29:47.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly 50, Papa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04018.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 366px; HEIGHT: 461px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04018.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes I know the words to say,&lt;br /&gt;Give thanks for all you've done,&lt;br /&gt;But then they fly up and away,&lt;br /&gt;As quickly as they come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I possibly thank you enough,&lt;br /&gt;The one who makes me whole,&lt;br /&gt;The one to whom I owe my life,&lt;br /&gt;The forming of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who tucked me in at night,&lt;br /&gt;The one who stopped my crying,&lt;br /&gt;The one who was the expert,&lt;br /&gt;At picking up when I was lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who saw me off to school,&lt;br /&gt;And spent sad days alone,&lt;br /&gt;Yet magically produced a smile,&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who makes such sacrifices,&lt;br /&gt;To always put me first,&lt;br /&gt;Who lets me test my broken wings,&lt;br /&gt;In spite of how it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who paints the world a rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;When it's filled with broken dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Who explains it all so clearly,&lt;br /&gt;When nothing's what it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there really any words for this?&lt;br /&gt;I find this question tough,&lt;br /&gt;Anything I want to say,&lt;br /&gt;Just doesn't seem enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What way is there to thank you,&lt;br /&gt;For your heart, your sweat, your tears,&lt;br /&gt;For ten thousand little things you've done,&lt;br /&gt;For oh so many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For changing with me as I changed,&lt;br /&gt;Accepting all my flaws,&lt;br /&gt;Not loving cause you had to,&lt;br /&gt;But loving just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For never giving up on me,&lt;br /&gt;When your wits had reached their end,&lt;br /&gt;For always being proud of me,&lt;br /&gt;For being my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I come to realise,&lt;br /&gt;The only way to say,&lt;br /&gt;The only thank you that's enough,&lt;br /&gt;Is clear in just one way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me before you,&lt;br /&gt;See what I've become,&lt;br /&gt;Do you see yourself in me,&lt;br /&gt;The job that you have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your hopes and all your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;The strength that no one sees,&lt;br /&gt;A transfer over many years,&lt;br /&gt;Your best was passed to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the gifts you gave,&lt;br /&gt;For everything you do,&lt;br /&gt;But thank you Daddy, most of all,&lt;br /&gt;For making dreams come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Your Daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-2836041124618160759?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/2836041124618160759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=2836041124618160759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/2836041124618160759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/2836041124618160759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/11/truly-50-papa.html' title='Truly 50, Papa'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-7804660307415829411</id><published>2008-11-08T19:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T19:39:23.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockr</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=noisynovgig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/noisynovgig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiakdish, think I'll have to give Cesspit a miss. I've been out for two consecutive weekends and weekdays, that I made it a point to stay home today. It wasn't that bad, plus I wasn't at all rotting. Windows live beta is really cute with its chubby display pictures! Okay I shall keep myself entertained with purevolume and my guiltiest pleasure of all. Happy 10th, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next and last paper is on Tuesday and then, freeeeeeedom! I don't know how many times I've said that on repeat eversince malay's paper was done. Which reminds me, I don't wanna keep missing my friends. It's either we meet up during my sweet holidays or forever we'll stay as just netfriends. Sure, some have already booked dates with me and they're &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Davin&amp;amp;friends Jamie Elledee Farihin Nana Jamilah Dora Fliq Nicole Qilah Ange Kas Michelle&lt;/span&gt;. So many people, so little ticking time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-7804660307415829411?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/7804660307415829411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=7804660307415829411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/7804660307415829411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/7804660307415829411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/11/rockr.html' title='Rockr'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-7025352065982643934</id><published>2008-11-07T18:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:31:49.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shophoto</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elfac.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 366px; HEIGHT: 523px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/elfac.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoorah, Fina surprised me with an editted version of that shot above. Look at that look at that, stunning colors! Suka suka suka. Okay, there may be vacancies at E-Hub afterall. Uzair and Faiz are jobhunting currently, and photography partner will be trying out on a trial photoshoot tomorrow. Hope he captures his best tomorrow, lotsa lucks! I'd really love to catch Twilight, it sounds superb and sappy. Q, up for a movie date sometime hey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="145"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/rsiP-PHDeO/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/rsiP-PHDeO/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="200" height="145" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/avieronicas/video/dYHnKsWj/paramore_decode_hq_music_video/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This May Take A Real While To Buffer, Just Don't Go Away&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This controversy is killing me. Really, Paramore and Hey Monday do not sound the same! Pracitising favouritism and making it known is unacceptable because that'd just be utterly insulting to the other band. It's music that both bands are producing, I understand your love, but saying that one is better than the other does not help at all. Gheez get a grip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-7025352065982643934?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/7025352065982643934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=7025352065982643934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/7025352065982643934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/7025352065982643934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/11/shophoto.html' title='Shophoto'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-87966265873652757</id><published>2008-11-06T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T15:24:52.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No pouting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04557.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 366px; HEIGHT: 306px" height="480" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04557.jpg" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is bad, I couldn't have done it again. With just extra cash and I'm already checking stores out. Boo you elfac, so much for looking for a job. Well hey intendedly me and Nenas met up at noon in search of a part time job during our vacation . Some wouldn't accept a-month's work, ohwello. Instead, Qai got four posts in a day! Sure, with him holding onto a newspaper and a pen in hand. At orchard, just imagine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed straight to Far East and I'm lucky, being one of Juice!'s quick fans. There were really a whole stack of them in stores, swear I felt like lugging all home. Haha. Got just two for me and Uzair though it's unfair he managed to figure out that was the surprise for him. I needed to get to Cotton On again to grab more sales but there weren't much. Almost all escalators work slow today, sup with that? Trained to Suntec where we stopped by hmv to get afew albums. Finally, Nenas just got the Camp Rock posters since the jonas were in it. There's this Limited Edition Jonas Package which could really get parents swearing since it's sold at 82bux! Almost made my ears burst when the figures were said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It became sortof emotional halfway cause Nenas met her cousin after five years. She went quiet and all tear-eyed that I didn't know how to console or what to do. But I hope she's feeling better now that she actually got to see him once again. I had my bacon meal at BeeKay, cheerios! Shopped at Marina's Revoltage for awhile, and got myself a 12bux tee. Cheap shite, and I'm happy. The clearance sale was on, gyeah baby. And the tee which I bought for Fariz was fifty but now only Fifteen! Rawr siah. Awesome how many people I bumped into today. Jamie Jaslene Kurt Alfiah Jamilah&amp;amp;gang Amir Reen Sharifah Ashilah Dinie Farah. Father bought another three boxes of granola bars. Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=06-11-08_1700.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 191px; HEIGHT: 262px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/06-11-08_1700.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04558.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 179px; HEIGHT: 262px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04558.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A book I'd strongly recommend, yum!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04547.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 195px; HEIGHT: 247px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04547.jpg" width="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04549.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 178px; HEIGHT: 247px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04549.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;S: imy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Q: imyt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: imym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Q: imymt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: imymtyci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Q: imymtycitmd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-87966265873652757?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/87966265873652757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=87966265873652757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/87966265873652757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/87966265873652757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/11/story-of-day.html' title='No pouting'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-4855264011358533836</id><published>2008-11-05T17:57:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T02:25:53.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>550th Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="164" width="225"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2NI5UyjZabA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2NI5UyjZabA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="225" height="164"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;CATCH AXEL&amp;amp;TASHA ON YOUR TEEVEE SCREEN&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW DURING GRAFITTI @ 9.30PM ON SURIA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;RULE #1 Tag 5 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Midzi tagged]&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you have secrets?&lt;br /&gt;~ More than I have strands of hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you fall in love with a boy younger than you?&lt;br /&gt;~ That'd be like having a relationship with my own brother. But if he's clever in taking care of my heart, I might consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you enjoy going to school?&lt;br /&gt;~ Gyeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;~ Shop shop shop shop shop shop shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;~ Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;~ In my opinion, being loved lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What's your favourite pick-up line when you first knew someone?&lt;br /&gt;~ Sup new friend, the name's Sarah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;~ Whine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?&lt;br /&gt;~ Gladly, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What makes you angry?&lt;br /&gt;~ That there're posers everywhere and I can't do a thing about it! __&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How would you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;~ Sitting by Haji Lane with a laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;~ Correct your grammar first, it's Person. And that's Q ^^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is the most important thing in life?&lt;br /&gt;~ Almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Single or attached? With who?&lt;br /&gt;~ Single. With ownself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;~ No preference, but oh green!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;~ Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;~ The one I can trust my heart with. (But it won't be simple, yknow how fickle I am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing the someone has done?&lt;br /&gt;~ Forgive, never forgets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you want to tell the someone you like?&lt;br /&gt;~ Fly me around now like you always do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. 5 people I have tagged:&lt;br /&gt;~ Mamaelledee&lt;br /&gt;~ Farihin&lt;br /&gt;~ Juliescary&lt;br /&gt;~ Lea&lt;br /&gt;~ Axhikin&lt;br /&gt;Jannah was supposed to be tagged but I knew she'd be goddamn lazy to even update. Right?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-4855264011358533836?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/4855264011358533836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=4855264011358533836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/4855264011358533836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/4855264011358533836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/11/midzi-tagged.html' title='550th Post'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-6639218133261166024</id><published>2008-11-04T03:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T03:38:16.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternal flame</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/17646749/1/653289326"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 364px; HEIGHT: 316px" height="451" src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/94/76/17646749/1_653289326l.jpg" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Carebear Weilin. Happy 16th! We should celebrate it like I did okay, two years back. I love you and I'll never forget someone as special as you are, truly deeply from the bottomest of my heart. You've helped me so much when I was in need of someone to pour my thoughts out to no matter how much the world sucked at that point of time. Wait, and true love will arrive. Heaven won't be blind to repay you with someone as kindhearted as you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm on a conversation with sarah diyana and it's glad to know she still love me as much as she do months back. maybe it is really my fault that i've not been linking you the same way as i link you the other time. but why ? you know the reason, i'm scared you didn't love me as much as i love you. i thought i've already been replaced. i sound like a fool, childish here but i just need another quality time with you. ain't no matter if it's just the long hours talking on the phone like we always did last time, what matters most was your presence. remember those exam period times where we used to study till late night and accompanied each other through messages and keep motivating each other like we're the same age ? like i'm taking o'level with you, but the fact is i'm just taking my streaming exam. sarah, if love is a garden, then you're the flower of all. i miss my elfac, i miss my sara tancredi, i miss my sarah diyana zainol the most. fcxk o'level for making us distances apart. i want to let you know that i'm truly sorry if you think i don't love you no more, or not as much as before when the fact is i really do, and i still do. i want to meet you again, exchange hugs and looking at guys. making faces at the camera was another memory with you. sarah, you will never be replaced. never, i'm sorry and i hope you still keep the rose and the handmade card i gave to you that time. meet soon and i love you no matter how apart we are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." -&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tyqa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how dramatic these conversations were when I signed in msn from nine till now, two in the morning. I couldn't help it, I wanted to stay awake for the birthday girl and plus I've got no paper later on anyway. While my sister is soundly asleep next door, I uploaded the Nikon D40X shots just to keep my Deviantart alive. I know my standard is deteriorating, but Abuse looks fine. I need to go get a dslr again to experiment. Oh I miss the sound of its shutter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em-Ass-Ann kept me busy with nine other chatters who tire my fingers out while Ryan was on the line. Dorrah became my Girlfriend Gossip of the Day and we started with the very thing which disgusts us most: posers. Hell, you don't know how deep this hatred is. And Midzi gets me cracking whenever he chats with me. He has his way of cheering me up, oh so fantabulously awesome. I love you ah, my cool rad online friend! ^_^ Wherelse one, just had to dig the past to bury himself in it. The other alphabets of his name has been deleted to protect that poor soul's identity. He should really shoot himself at the break of dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara Tancredi says: &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;Anyway, you're still with nadia right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-z says: &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tak ahh. she got new guy uh. why? you want be mine? hahahahah!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara Tancredi says: &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;wokaaay, i thought yguys are still together. AH?! Siow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-z says: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yaryar. i sioww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara Tancredi says: &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-z says: &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sara Tancredi says: &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-z says: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;then you must be siow too cos we were together once..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sara Tancredi says: &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;i never loved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-z says: &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okayy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara Tancredi says: &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;sorry, but the truth always hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-z says: &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;da biase&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara Tancredi says: &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;pity you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-z says: &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ya watevr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara Tancredi says: &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-z says: &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;k.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara Tancredi says: &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;can you officially say that you're over All of your exs including me, and just move on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-z says: &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all excluding you, can. all including you, cn not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara Tancredi says: &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;and what you're trying to say is..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-z says: &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that i cnt 4get u.. yar yar.. correct&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara Tancredi says: &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;But it's been two years! And nadia, what was she for, lamp post? I expected you to really, really, get over me already cause I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-z says: &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i saw you evryday.. hoping you were mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sara Tancredi says: &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;For pete's sake, just get over me. I didn't expect this from you, ishd. sucha a disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-z says: &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mentally or physically? wakakaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sara Tancredi says: &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;Both ah siaaaaa, emotionally too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-z says: &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tanakkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sara Tancredi says: &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;Then live in your own fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-z says: &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara Tancredi says: &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;good. goodbye and goodnight, forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-6639218133261166024?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/6639218133261166024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=6639218133261166024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/6639218133261166024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/6639218133261166024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/11/eternal-flame.html' title='Eternal flame'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-4386574786157886190</id><published>2008-11-03T10:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:38:05.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neat hearts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02843.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 368px; HEIGHT: 527px" height="800" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC02843.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can never imagine how much you've changed my life eversince we met at Pasir Ris a year ago. When we wouldn't mind all the long bus rides after school just to get there to see our loved one. It was Delilah and Tricksareforkids back then, yes it's still fresh in my memory. Hope everything will be like it was before, when you were always my saturday drug. Shopping, movies, Marina, ton, remember? Oh wells. Cheers upon throwing your smoking habits last night, really proud of you bestie. Happy 15th Sheila Lee Mei Yee! ♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like moving to tumblr or rather, just have a personal ellejay of my own since I just love the settings there. Solid fonts plus it's real easy to upload images. Meg focker, can we just exchange? Cause it seems that you're clueless and perhaps I can help a thing or two with your html codes. This site is goddamn boring, so stop viewing already. I would like to be untraceable and unfound online. Life would be quieter for me that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, I'm beginning to doubt the L-word love. You can fo'sho say a I Love You with Forever attached to your sentence but really, what is f o r e v e r ? Have you came across anything that lasts forever? Flames to dust, lovers to friends. Worst, strangers. Living humans are just so weird to function especially in the matters of hearts. I do just dates, but picky at that. If you're willing to risk your efforts, take up the challenge and show me the meaning of your true love. Love is not a trend and neither is it a game with players in it. Otherwise, don't dare mentioning those three words when you know you can't promise. Girls get very violent when provoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sup, my new name's Sara Keira Lois. The one who has been making an effort in making me feel loved: "I brag 2 u tellin how u always been so special to me. How special? Umm.. Like breathe caroline wans me 2 be the new singer special. No no no, umm special like reali big humongous extravagant keira special. :]"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-4386574786157886190?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/4386574786157886190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=4386574786157886190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/4386574786157886190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/4386574786157886190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/11/neat-hearts.html' title='Neat hearts.'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-723680586153232714</id><published>2008-11-02T14:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:16:57.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Righteous kill</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04480.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 181px; HEIGHT: 242px" height="1024" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04480.jpg" width="565" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04446.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 176px; HEIGHT: 242px" height="2048" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04446.jpg" width="969" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02866.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 181px; HEIGHT: 265px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC02866.jpg" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0072.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 177px; HEIGHT: 265px" height="1600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC_0072.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=01-11-08_1617.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rym had an hour journey down to Bedok and I was still late, well just five minutes. Collided into Syahid along the way when he started the 'checkers-picnic tablecloth' joke. Fine, my dress looked like you can play checkers on it or rather, a cloth you'll bring along during picnics. Get it? And so the gig location really sesat nak mampus. Rumah Seri, rumah Seri, stuck in the middle of kampung melayu. Apparently there weren't much originals covered and there was My Heart, Monster, I'm Yours and Jamie All Over. Awesome bands, just dead crowds. Credits to Push The Button. Norah Kurt Imran Arshanti were present, including Juliescary! :D Halloween gigs are just so lively with all those cute costumes. Too bad I wasn't in the vibe of dressing up. Headed home at eight when it turned out that someone stood me up. I feel bummed, extremely flabbergasted, awfully dumbfounded, sick to the stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you had any idea what I just did? An overwhelming standing ovation for you, dear bestfriend. Just afew days ago that I put my full trust in you when our friendship got better only to know that it's crumbling down once more. It was always your idea of avoiding things by keeping mum just about everything. I can't be naive. I'm not, I'm not. I take my hat off to you, for you've done it &lt;u&gt;again&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-723680586153232714?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/723680586153232714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=723680586153232714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/723680586153232714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/723680586153232714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/11/righteous-kill.html' title='Righteous kill'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-7107289358577470918</id><published>2008-11-01T12:02:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:08:17.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=l_30d41f24dda743cd84dc5d270fcda7-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 336px" height="344" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/l_30d41f24dda743cd84dc5d270fcda7-1.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, hi. Have you ever wrote to someone and posted it to nowhere since that person's gone but you've got a feeling that he or she received it? It seems rather awkward just thinking about it but I know you're still here Grandpa. Happy birthday to you. Since your death was the first which ever occurred in our family, it shook me and stopped the world time for a moment. I had no idea what to do or feel, no one told me anything. Seeing you in your own deathbed, you looked all so pure and untouched. I couldn't bring myself to go over and give you my last kiss, for I know a tear would surely flow down your cheeks. You're a really kind soul who has a heart of gold indeed. A totally opposite to Grandma so I don't know how you could even stand to live with her all these years. All I want you to know is that you're still fresh in my memory. Blow your candles out and tell me that you're still watching over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be there to ensure everything's gonna be alright. I need to watch over my bestf, I don't want him to thrash that gig. I really need to go for it. Hope I'm not too late, ahkay gbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;JULY BABY&lt;/span&gt; --------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and tobe understood. Quiet unless excited. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. spazzy attimes. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. 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. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-7107289358577470918?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/7107289358577470918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=7107289358577470918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/7107289358577470918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/7107289358577470918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/11/smile-lines.html' title='Smile lines'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-1209934269625674216</id><published>2008-10-31T23:07:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:09:24.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haloh-win</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s286.photobucket.com/albums/ll110/ddhissillygirl/Ungu%20concert/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04441.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 367px; HEIGHT: 491px" height="1024" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll110/ddhissillygirl/Ungu%20concert/DSC04441.jpg" width="445" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like sister went for the Ungu concert with boyf and friend today. Ultimately I expected a photo of her and Pasha but instead, this one came. My god, Nenas is so going to gag when she sees this shite. And she posted that shot Only on her Ellejay. You and your giggling and your shaky hands. Menyampah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day out with Irda today, oh it was a helluva fun (and really really tiring)! Definitely girlfriend material outing but it wasn't all that. I can't seem to be on time whenever I meet her, or anybody else for that matter. I should really clock my digital half an hour in advance or something. Gyeah, greatest idea ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since she was in jeans, I decided to just go with casual. Everything was Mingling-related, oh a topic only we'll understand. ^^V First stop was Far East, my favorited shopping spot. Sad has it that I couldn't find any copy of Juice! for this month's. *Cry a river* We walked almost three rounds, or perhaps more, on every level just so to find this particular shoe shop. I think it's her. I went with her that I couldn't find it at all. Haha! We discovered new rocking shops instead and I'm so going to save up for that white bag. Or do you readers wanna get it for me instead? :D We went bonkers over shaped shades that Irda bought a colorful one. Cute! So I managed afew badges from Paper People and a postcard truly for bestf. Hopefully I'll be able to pass it to him at the gig tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Here's when my toes were going to crumble off and my legs were so sore-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With greens and blues, I simply call it Awesome. After much persuasion of leaving the place that we headed for Wisma Atria. Old Chang Kee's Sotong On Stick for me since I was oh so starving. I only went to Topshop and not the inside of it, so walla! There was Cotton On, and a sale. So why not? I got myself a nice red pyjams-top like off the rack Just Like That. It was pull, see, like, bought. I actually squelled right there and then and can't believe I love it so much. Cheers, it was cheap nice looking shite. Planning to wear it tomorrow maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Leg massaging would really help at a time like this-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly we needed directions in the centre, and had to embarrass ourselves at the directory column. Irda had a Dorothy Perkins shoes and just had to try it on right smacked in the middle of the store. I don't care, I need I want I have to get that black cap at Espirit! What Baby Wants, Baby Gets: Applies to me too tak Irda? Peace. I wanted to get Zharfan a hoodie but I fear he wouldn't fit into it. On second thought, I'm already a good sister to him. (Gag Kakak, I know you wanna gag at that sentence.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-90% To Destruction-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last place to go to was Bugis V. Irda so needed to find that jacket but it was not found. Even if it was, it's made out of pig's skin. Double boo. Finally, really we could call it a day. Had dinner at a hawker centre with aircon, a place where cliques are just many to be found. Thanks for today, Ian. We'll see each other with shopping carts again. ♥ Sorry Mamaelledee&amp;amp;Farihin, perhaps we'll meet on a day with lesser complications. Haha, sayang kamu berdua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=31-10-08_1526.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 188px; HEIGHT: 271px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/31-10-08_1526.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=31-10-08_1528.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 170px; HEIGHT: 271px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/31-10-08_1528.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=31-10-08_1641.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 189px; HEIGHT: 283px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/31-10-08_1641.jpg" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=31-10-08_1530.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 170px; HEIGHT: 283px" height="1600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/31-10-08_1530.jpg" width="774" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-1209934269625674216?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/1209934269625674216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=1209934269625674216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/1209934269625674216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/1209934269625674216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/10/haloh-win.html' title='Haloh-win'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll110/ddhissillygirl/Ungu%20concert/th_DSC04441.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-7762495769839538430</id><published>2008-10-30T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:17:27.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02121-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 366px; HEIGHT: 497px" height="1600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC02121-1.jpg" width="859" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;He said, &lt;strong&gt;Okay You May Begin&lt;/strong&gt;: And I slept that instant. ^^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe I actually dozed off during two of my major papers: Art&amp;amp;Physics! And since when was electro music, tekno?! Hahaha. That's techno with a t-e-k-n-o spelling siaks. Midzi, I pity your taggers. Lolol. Omg this entry is pure shite. Back for proper updating ah ah ah. Tch Sawah, hit the sheets now before you land smacked on your very own keyboard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-7762495769839538430?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/7762495769839538430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=7762495769839538430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/7762495769839538430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/7762495769839538430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/10/he-said-okay-you-may-begin-and-i-slept.html' title=''/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-6083943514231902708</id><published>2008-10-29T02:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T18:49:31.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dorrah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/22112244/1/803807068"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 367px; HEIGHT: 393px" height="600" src="http://photos-244.friendster.com/e1/photos/44/22/22112244/1_803807068l.jpg" width="367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;With reference to my entry title, aw she's all grown up now. Happy 15th, Isadora Fatima Gares. Absolutely my pleasure in getting to know a lovely like you. Swear, I've had best times with you around. I love love love you that much, you American/Hungarian/Irish bxtch. Look at that, look at that. Hot nyer, nak fxuk you in the backseat! Lolol. (You really carry your mixed blood feature now with those blonde highlights, hotstuff. Stop blushing already!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Hours later..&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually still doing my art, and I think I may have a chance.&lt;br /&gt;Khairul Faizin, Fatin Estella and Fina are featured.&lt;br /&gt;Show yguys my work once it's returned, gmorning Lea. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-6083943514231902708?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/6083943514231902708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=6083943514231902708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/6083943514231902708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/6083943514231902708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-dorrah.html' title='Happy Birthday Dorrah!'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-6482804042542778510</id><published>2008-10-28T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T15:21:52.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_|_</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04374.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 366px; HEIGHT: 508px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04374.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Awoke&lt;/strong&gt;, at 10 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intended&lt;/strong&gt;, to complete my art in a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:10PM&lt;/strong&gt;, but I'm still on myspace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Planning&lt;/strong&gt;, to paitao the paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crazy&lt;/strong&gt;, I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pointless&lt;/strong&gt;, in telling me twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;DEAD. DEAD. DEAD. DEAD. DEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;I CARE, BUT AGAIN, &lt;em&gt;I-DON'T-CARE&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-6482804042542778510?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/6482804042542778510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=6482804042542778510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/6482804042542778510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/6482804042542778510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/10/awoke-at-10-in-morning-intended-to.html' title='_|_'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-8943388056262246320</id><published>2008-10-27T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T18:42:38.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>His Lois Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04223.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 370px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="480" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04223.jpg" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Deepa raya yar, to all the bayyas in thy vorld vhu are celebrating this happy occassion. I thank you all bayyas for this holiday today! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 papers this week, one of which I'm struggling to prepare for. Two days left till the three-hours rot in the hall paper but I'm barely done with even observational! And I'm sure, others felt like fxuking the preparatory work since they'll ask me every night about my progress. Well hey, there don't seem to be any. But since it's the major exams, for your toot sake, I'll try to lug as much tonight. Tomorrow, I'm staying home for art again or heading straight to the airport in the morns for physics. Either way, OLevels can go suck deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q, you've been a really nice friend eversince that text upon stumbling my name in your contacts. Sorry I wasn't there to scream and shout with you during the gig. Promise me that'll be the first and last you'll ever be drunk cause my whole world would come crashing down without you saving my day when all fails. Mine dearly, Superman In Boxie. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♣&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-8943388056262246320?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/8943388056262246320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=8943388056262246320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/8943388056262246320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/8943388056262246320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/10/his-lois-lane.html' title='His Lois Lane'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-8268503081692226770</id><published>2008-10-26T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T18:46:53.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time won't wait for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04368.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 364px; HEIGHT: 442px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04368.jpg" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A last minute decision that since sister was gonna celebrate her belated birthday with boyf, that I decided to surprise Jannah with my presence at her open house. It took me a really long time to come up with an outfit polite enough for the occasion. Haha, she knows I know. In a white top and green skirt, I bussed to Sengkang feeling so alien. The others only arrived in the evening, Uzair Fiqa Amin Solihin Hani Shila Nabil Khairul Syahid Harith Adila. At seven, they carried on to Dinie's while I met up with sister at Tamp. Lucky you for turning a year older, else I wouldn't be treating you to junks eh. Donuts and air batu all night long, ^^V It's sad that sometimes, love alone is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The corniest way to get around for digits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan says: whr u live at?&lt;br /&gt;Sara Tancredi says: Oh, Bedok.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan says: Realli? i was there ytd seh..&lt;br /&gt;Sara Tancredi says: Lerrs. Like&lt;br /&gt;as if I know you were there.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan says: Haha.. Thn u wan me to shout for u isit?&lt;br /&gt;Sara Tancredi says: Lolol.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan says: Hw to tell.. I dun have ur number..&lt;br /&gt;Sara Tancredi says: *Raised eyebrows&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=26-10-08_1652.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 191px; HEIGHT: 280px" height="1600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/26-10-08_1652.jpg" width="856" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=26-10-08_1653.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 183px; HEIGHT: 280px" height="1600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/26-10-08_1653.jpg" width="712" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Whatever you decide on, with whoever, know that I'm always behind you. Cause I want you to experience pure happiness without anyone telling you what to do. Ily,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-8268503081692226770?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/8268503081692226770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=8268503081692226770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/8268503081692226770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/8268503081692226770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-wont-wait-for-me.html' title='Time won&apos;t wait for me.'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-1223580315372953322</id><published>2008-10-25T02:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T02:57:35.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24years of existance</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Web-b.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 364px; HEIGHT: 314px" height="768" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/Web-b.jpg" width="504" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something which may either bring tears to your eyes or just plain mad, cause I hacked into your account for the sake of surprising you with a birthday entry. Happy Birthday &lt;strong&gt;Syaza Dinah&lt;/strong&gt;! I love love love love love you and may god blast you. (Please refer to your Ellejay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't sure of plans today, basically am just stuck in afew options. I've yet to even start on art, yes phuck it, when I've promised Mr Saiful that I shan't procrastinate. Even to myself, I failed. I've spent mornings trying to come up with at least two storylines but creativity juices went rusty. Prolly a physics date at the airport with Nenas, that is if we've recovered from our mysterious illness. She's suffering from rash and I've had extremely painful stomachaches twice. But I'm up for Qairul's offer to his cuzzy's gig at the Arts House. So, which?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-1223580315372953322?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/1223580315372953322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=1223580315372953322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/1223580315372953322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/1223580315372953322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/10/24years-of-existance.html' title='24years of existance'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-1702220235013750818</id><published>2008-10-24T01:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T16:29:59.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 16.25 Birthday Sourradicallysmelly Sawah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04262.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 368px; HEIGHT: 491px" height="800" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04262.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Happy Birthday Fawshoretically Fawiz &amp;amp; Pushpopness Zuee!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly I decided to just friendsterize/chat/myspace/tumblr/deviant all at the same time, since my computer seems to be in a very good mood. Was in different chatrooms with Saiful/Irda/Darwisma/Midzi/Fariz/Zuee and at the same time texting Qairul/Isadora/Syafiq that it took me quite awhile to actually get back to each of them. Haha! Saiful pranked me about skipping tomorrow's paper since he was very sickly (note to self: i am not gullible at all) and Midzi The Overwhelming One was clearing his doubts about linear equations . Here's some dessert I received while Away on status for dinner, really delicious I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ϟ &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;D4RWISM4 says&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;OH.MY.GOD. I cannot accept the fact that i am actually talking to myself. OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG SAWAH DAH NAK PEGI FROM DAMAI. OMGGGGGGGGGG WHY WHY WHYYYYYYYYYY! GOD IS SO UNFAIR FOR PLACING ME AT THE WRONG BATCH. OMGOD DID I JUST SCOLD HIMMMMMMMM? WhoooOps, didn't mean to. Omg, he is not a he. Omygod im talking to myself again! ehhhhhh back to the topic! Sawah going away from Damaiiiiii. :( I don't want her to goooooooooooooo, Howwwwwwwwwwww... she still must go. Who gonna wave at me with wide wide smileeeeeeeee. Who gonna collide with me in the busssssssssssssssssss. Who Who Who Who Who WHOOOOOOOO?! I will miss Elfaccccc. (this is my first time talking to myself for a few minutes. Omg im suchaaaaaaaaa nooooooooOob.) OMG I CANT BELIEVE I FIND TALKING TO MYSELF MUCH MORE FUN. AND ALSO BETTER THAN TALKING TO THE WALL. OMG THIS IS GONNA BE MY NEW HOBBY. HEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHE. my new interest. Wheeeeeeeeeee!~ Kay omygod! Sawahhhhhhhh, kalau terbacer ke.. tengah bacer ke.. belum bacer ke, DONT READ DONT READ DONT READ ALL THE PREVIOUS PUNYA TALKING-TO-MYSELF CHAT. Arigato. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-1702220235013750818?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/1702220235013750818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=1702220235013750818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/1702220235013750818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/1702220235013750818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-1625-birthday-to.html' title='Happy 16.25 Birthday Sourradicallysmelly Sawah!'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-6568078159060882575</id><published>2008-10-22T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:05:52.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting the fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04151.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 366px; HEIGHT: 564px" height="800" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04151.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am sure that there were moments when you netballers fought back in tough matches. Remember those times? The victories from hard fought matches were much sweeter than easier ones? Maybe yesterday you had a tough paper, but if you keep your focus and fight back, you may taste that netball victories. Just this time round in your olevels. Keep focusing, keep aiming, keep scoring. Good things don't come easy and when they do come, it is very very sweet. Press on! That is the spirit. I will sip in my kopi and watch how you fight. I expect with your good attitude, a very very good match&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Grandpa Chua&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-6568078159060882575?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/6568078159060882575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=6568078159060882575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/6568078159060882575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/6568078159060882575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/10/fighting-fight.html' title='Fighting the fight'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-5812126274275922645</id><published>2008-10-21T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:36:33.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All ways, Always</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Redflashoriginality15.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 359px; HEIGHT: 512px" height="800" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/Redflashoriginality15.jpg" width="367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;S    C    R    E    W    E    D    .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I remember how early me and nenas met up just so we could have a nice breakfast then it was chemistry all the way i managed to clear my doubts since mrs ang was in school to help but it wasnt enough since i felt that i still have many more concepts to master and so i had five cups of coffee just to keep me awake in the canteen as we were already reaching hibernate mode but we couldn't cause we know we do have an important paper to sit for it was that crucial for us to revise till every last second she wouldn't stop nor would i she'd encourage me thanks though i know she felt really scared and so was i but i needed her to gain her confidence back so that i could have mine right before i enter the hall when qairul gave me his last wishes but whatever i memorised earlier drained out when i looked at the paper i don't know how or why don't ask me it was unbelievable that whatever i focused more on wasn't much emphasized time was running out exactly what i needed but there weren't much left and i totally blanked out till it was over stumped tears just came out i can't believe what was happening i was dumbfounded all the way out of school and friends tried to cheer me up but it wasn't okay alright i've just stumbled over one of my important papers and how okay did that sound to you so we finally voiced out about how unfair and stupid the whole thing was and rather disappointing since we worked extremely hard all morning only to flunk at the end of it we almost cried but i didn't want to again we had bubbletea to calm ourselves down and in the end laughed about it we vowed to to take down every paper with a fighting spirit before i bussed to pasir ris for some long peace whereby qairul accompanied me during the journey both to and fro i dread going back home but i still did at seven and broke down even further in my room when i took a look at my father it's my turn to make him proud i've had enough of his doubts about me i could feel the disappointment towards myself grow but more papers are yet to be sat for so i took a shower and washed the pain away started on a compo tuned in to the radio and slept only at two in the morning with headphones on and phone in hand typed halfway for a reply well nas qairul fye thanks at least you cleared half of my dark clouds away last night and i couldn't thank yguys much more for being there when needed so since I don't wanna worry yguys about how the paper was, it went terribly fine. English part I and II in two hours' time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-5812126274275922645?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/5812126274275922645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=5812126274275922645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/5812126274275922645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/5812126274275922645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-ways-always.html' title='All ways, Always'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-5888627559088263386</id><published>2008-10-19T13:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T18:03:30.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/26167399/1/122551295"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 362px; HEIGHT: 469px" height="600" src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/99/37/26167399/1_122551295l.jpg" width="362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Happy 15th Ange&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;May rainbows and dreams come true for you, dearest. Meet up soon honey, so that I can destroy that really nice reddish-brown hair of yours. P/s, you'll have to dye your hair back anyway when school reopens next year. *Evil grin*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-5888627559088263386?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/5888627559088263386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=5888627559088263386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/5888627559088263386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/5888627559088263386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/10/hepi-15th-brhdy-ange-meet-up-soon-honey.html' title=''/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-5991875742184437624</id><published>2008-10-18T18:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:59:44.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers on a hotel bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0181.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 366px; HEIGHT: 289px" height="537" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC_0181.jpg" width="488" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was pleasantly peaceful for me to be studying alone at the airport. I don't know what made me conclude to that decision yknow, I just felt like plugging music into my ears and mug without any disturbance. Somehow I managed to cover most of my chemistry chapters within three hours. I've mastered the mole concept, standing ovation for me please! :D Fiqa and Uzair dropped by for awhile sometime. Cheerios Uzair, your hoodie kept me warm from death freeze. You and your apek stare, tch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksys Q and Z for accompanying me with texts, and it's definitely great to have you back D. I was absolutely famished, so decided to have Macs take-away. Reached home at eleven only to be greeted with a pool of coke drowning into the sofa cushion. Haha, it spelt dead meat for me. Having maths intensive especially on weekends can be absurd but I can't risk my grades just to enjoy. Talk about enjoy, I'll ton one week after Os! So tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't create a racket during your stay here. You're already an unknown reader of mine and I wouldn't want to judge. But calling my girlfriend names is totally unpleasant and acceptable. And besides, what's your motive. Lucky it wasn't underground, tch. Serious shite, bangga sangat ke dapat tau blog song? *Raised eyebrows*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;SERENA: I'm not who you thought i was, and you can't forgive that?&lt;br /&gt;DAN: I just think too much has happened. I don't know how to make things go back to what they were.&lt;br /&gt;SERENA: So that's it then? It's just 'Have a good summer and i'll see ya back at school'?&lt;br /&gt;DAN: I guess...yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-5991875742184437624?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/5991875742184437624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=5991875742184437624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/5991875742184437624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/5991875742184437624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/10/brothers-on-hotel-bed.html' title='Brothers on a hotel bed'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-8810676428344011381</id><published>2008-10-16T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T17:57:20.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your heart, an empty room</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0040.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 372px; HEIGHT: 543px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC_0040.jpg" width="372" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't all just about sex, lust, money or reputation. With everyone in your world knowing each other, related of some kind in a way or another, it can turn pretty crazy. One mistake, and you're gone. Gossip Girl - The #01 favourite season scandalous life of Manhattan's elite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drubble, think I'm back to playing those sappy love songs Hazm used to make me listen. If you're gonna let your emotions take over, then your presence won't matter much anymore. Baby get your gun out, I shouldn't have met someone like you. I have a funny habit of running away from facing all of this. It is temporary like Dorrah said, and I'm making sure that it will be. I wanna catch Bee-Elle-Gee again. Wave my hands, let my hair down and scream like the world don't care. Cause the world won't care anyway, except Qairul and Fye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-8810676428344011381?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/8810676428344011381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=8810676428344011381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/8810676428344011381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/8810676428344011381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/10/your-heart-empty-room.html' title='Your heart, an empty room'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-3636647632660873266</id><published>2008-10-13T14:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:52:29.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's run..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0209.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 374px; HEIGHT: 264px" height="537" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC_0209.jpg" width="468" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...but only far enough for you to miss me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hey upper east siders, it's the time of the year again. Here's three things we do - we are born, we sit for OLevels and we die. It's exactly a week from today to written papers and I think I might pee anytime. It beats staring down at the long rows of tables and chairs. It can be really depressing, ha-ha. Guess what Sarah, you're gonna have to give it your all whether you like it or not. And that goes out to all the other OLevel candidates, I say Have Faith!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately I fell sick at 3AM and could only get some sleep after six. My nose is that sensitive, I think I may be allergic to dust.. and bullshites. Such great timings, just when I had planned something special for someone special. Sorry I won't be able to carry out your birthday surprise Uzair, perhaps you'll just have a nice bestfriend date with Jannah today alrights. :] Oh, and there's a pretty package waiting for you to get your hands on 'em tomorrow. Love it, else I'm just gonna strangle you with barb wires. I'm trying to make this as mundane as possible, and my last entry for this week. With school, everything is just so crazy right now. Others are happy that they can Raya out with friends already, while I'll just be hardcore camping with coffee and Halls. Cheerios babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, why do I seek love from the one I love than be loved by the one who loves me? I don't want to be chased, even if that's how it's supposed to be. They know me best but I can't even understand myself. If love ain't gonna come, I'm not gonna search for one. It's not like those you see in movies with popcorn propped beside you. If it was that easy, it wouldn't be life. Well you just never know what you will find.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-3636647632660873266?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/3636647632660873266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=3636647632660873266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/3636647632660873266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/3636647632660873266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/10/lets-run.html' title='Let&apos;s run..'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-3717220353570718869</id><published>2008-10-13T12:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:55:21.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0173.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 368px; HEIGHT: 269px" height="537" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC_0173.jpg" width="576" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In collison with Identity and Judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;W h y &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s t e r e o t y p e&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-3717220353570718869?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/3717220353570718869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=3717220353570718869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/3717220353570718869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/3717220353570718869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-collison-with-identity-and-judgement.html' title=''/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-5473756163912933423</id><published>2008-10-12T20:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:34:24.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-insert title- here</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0211.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 357px; HEIGHT: 482px" height="800" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC_0211.jpg" width="373" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths lesson at 8 in the morning on a Sunday was supposed to sound crazy but it wasn't actually, to me. I had my difficult prick in getting up, but managed to anyway. It was at Mrs Chen's condo with Jannah, Dia and Uzair till it ended around noon. What dyou expect, teachers also have family day. Lolol! Bussed to town to return the camera. True what Uzair said, returning it back is the worst feeling ever. No wonder he rarely does that and asks someone else to do it instead. Rawr, genius. I was already starving since parents weren't up that early to cook breakfast for me so me and Dia had Bee-Kay at Clarke Quay. Our sharing sessions of love life was back and I love it. It's just so nice to confide in her once again, though I'll find her smiling at me when I wasn't looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the bus, the directories at bus stops were really helpful for clueless passengers like us, to get around. We stopped at Far East since I desperately needed my copy of Juice! this month. Fckit, none could be found again. Perhaps I should request for the shopkeeper to keep me a copy or something. ^^V It was tough searching for presents, I don't know why. Furthermore, clothes tempted my instincts to pamper myself with something. Not today, I guess sometime later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangs just ain't the place for me to be at, haha, apologies for that Dia. I mean, the makeup kit all look the same to me! Pardon me for being ignorant with all those stuffs, I still feel that only rich tai-tais go there. Check out all the shoppers who were there man! Hehs. Next shopping mall was Heeren, great. Looks like Paramore's Riot! album is still in stock stock stockkk. *Widest grinnn I'm giving you* I miss Sheila bestie, I remember we used to purchase albums together at that HMV. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shoulders were already sore from my heavy bag, maths files included. Thanks Roxy Ripcurl, like I needed that at all. We headed to Parkway since it's our last resort to get Dia's mummy something. Finally, a necklace from Chomel. Really lovely honey, hope she likes it aye! I took my final journey to the airport to see if maybe lovelies were having a celebration. Since my V3ronxca was being sucha bxtch, she went dead halfway and couldn't receieve Fiqa's change of venue text. I trudged home at eight just longing for a cold shower. Wow Elfac, 12 hours out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-5473756163912933423?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/5473756163912933423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=5473756163912933423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/5473756163912933423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/5473756163912933423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/10/maths-lesson-at-8-in-morning-on-sunday.html' title='-insert title- here'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-219647955614220711</id><published>2008-10-11T21:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T21:38:17.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shutter click-s!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0212.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 371px; HEIGHT: 266px" height="537" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC_0212.jpg" width="593" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who says you can't be at two places a time? There, I did it! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In and out of the house for frequent shots can be real damn tiring! Family after family of father's friends came but none of mine. It's only when parents were indulged in deep conversations that I grabbed the dslr and headed out. In the afternoon to meet Uzair, at dusk to catch the sunset but I missed it. So instead, meddled with the iso and tried neon lights on. Woo yeay, success! Only 9:29PM? The night's still too young for D40X to sleep. Ah yes, bunga api with Khairul. Here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumblr, Friendster profile information, Deviantart, Myspace, U p d a t e d !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-219647955614220711?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/219647955614220711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=219647955614220711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/219647955614220711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/219647955614220711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/10/shutter-click-s.html' title='Shutter click-s!'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-6639455280946162016</id><published>2008-10-10T23:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:13:29.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, it's love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0024.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 388px; height: 245px;" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC_0024.jpg" width="402" border="0" height="430" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Right after the rental of Nikon D40X with Uzair, we immediately experimented Clarke Quay with it. The cloud were being awfully fluffy and fake that I felt like just taking the same scene over and over. It was just pure magical, what the aperture did to my shots. Tickled some stray cats and home by five. Since I ain't going anywhere, Uzair took the cam at night for jalan raya with friends. Please note that I do not do edits. All are straight transfers from camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 227px;" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC_0009.jpg" width="368" border="0" height="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0022.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 190px; height: 286px;" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC_0022.jpg" width="244" border="0" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0029.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 184px; height: 286px;" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC_0029.jpg" width="252" border="0" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0258.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 404px; height: 276px;" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC_0258.jpg" width="402" border="0" height="430" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0315.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 402px; height: 289px;" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC_0315.jpg" width="404" border="0" height="430" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time's here, poof. Graduation Day today. It doesn't felt like it now, does it? In a blink of an eye, I was clueless. In another, I'm done and all grown up. C'mon, I can't even imagine myself on campus with a laptop case slung over my shoulders. That is, I'm not ready to even leave my secondary school life. Uniform looks immature but it would definitely save my clothes morning panic. Oh the pros and cons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social studies carried on as per normal but classmates were not. Since I have my D40X and Uzair has a Canon D40, we borrowed Mr Cho's macro lens. It was terribly awesome, I tell you. The coolest shite I've ever played with, gyeah. We practically went around taking shots of almost everybody and everything. Don't you just love the click of its shutter? Well I know I do! :D The fun was just unbearable. Check out how focus those macro can go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0140.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 370px; height: 261px;" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC_0140.jpg" width="370" border="0" height="430" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0143.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 374px; height: 267px;" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC_0143.jpg" width="374" border="0" height="430" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurul Jannah Bte Arjunah: This love I breathe till the pink flower I gave, dies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0157.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 366px; height: 269px;" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC_0157.jpg" width="366" border="0" height="430" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi Mei Shan Natalie's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0161.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 374px; height: 278px;" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC_0161.jpg" width="374" border="0" height="430" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Diyana Zainol's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0162.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 372px; height: 260px;" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC_0162.jpg" width="372" border="0" height="430" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uzair's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0176.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 182px; height: 231px;" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC_0176.jpg" width="208" border="0" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0187.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 186px; height: 231px;" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC_0187.jpg" width="186" border="0" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly, Damai's Graduation Ceremony was priceless. Too dull and boring that I don't even know if they're taking our leave seriously. Ha, ha. Award after award, then a small reception for us. Class photo was chaotic. I'm so gonna miss everybody, (':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our netball closing ceremony which started with tears but ended in fatigue. We played a few games, prolly my last ones till my next generation steps in, and it felt great to be finally sweating it all out with teammates. Not to forget how smelly I was after that, yah right. To sum it all up, today's my official last day of school. Can you believe it?! *Frowns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tomorrow's just gonna be kecoh at home. Afterwhich maybe I'll be out with friends at night for more night shots before returning it back. Uh, okay, that's it. Shots demanded from Nur Amalina and Isadora Fatima Gares, now take that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0171.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 370px; height: 247px;" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC_0171.jpg" width="370" border="0" height="430" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti Nadiah Suhaimi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0190.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 239px;" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC_0190.jpg" width="368" border="0" height="430" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syed Uzair Bin Syed Abu Bakar: One and only photography partner who gives free tutorials.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0195.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 245px;" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC_0195.jpg" width="368" border="0" height="430" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syafiqah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0274.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 370px; height: 265px;" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC_0274.jpg" width="370" border="0" height="430" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0295.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 366px; height: 289px;" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC_0295.jpg" width="366" border="0" height="430" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0297.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 178px; height: 276px;" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC_0297.jpg" width="200" border="0" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0299.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 174px; height: 276px;" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC_0299.jpg" width="186" border="0" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0306.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 178px; height: 273px;" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC_0306.jpg" width="204" border="0" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0307.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 168px; height: 274px;" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC_0307.jpg" width="176" border="0" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0311.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 172px; height: 297px;" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC_0311.jpg" width="144" border="0" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0321.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 170px; height: 298px;" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC_0321.jpg" width="148" border="0" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0323.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 370px; height: 239px;" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC_0323.jpg" width="370" border="0" height="430" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0330.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 364px; height: 253px;" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC_0330.jpg" width="364" border="0" height="430" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yours Truly&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Elfac&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-6639455280946162016?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/6639455280946162016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=6639455280946162016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/6639455280946162016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/6639455280946162016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/10/friday-its-love.html' title='Friday, it&apos;s love'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-2164603042602513768</id><published>2008-10-08T21:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T00:34:33.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bimbos should really die</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I may not have my own firm definition of Bxtch, but you're almost perfect to that. You're practically tryna grab every guy there is on the planet, making them fall for you. Your comments are just the sole proof of it. You've already impressed yourself badly to the one who was closest to heart, now my current addiction as well?! Please, I Don't do Malu-malu nor Giggle. That's just utter gross, if you ask me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beauty, well isn't it strange. Stop trying so hard to Get To Know, it was just plain F l i r t for all to see. Information counter, beep beep. Me Cute, No Uh. You're Cuter Seh, Hehehehehe. is no longer working. Disc-gust-thang! I can assure you that The Referred is reading this just to check if I'm done with life. Well that's not gonna happen so go get yourself a reality check before I stuff wood up your v. Zup with girls nowadays?! Bimbos came to this world for the worst and that is to destroy people. Definitely not attracive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Happy&lt;/s&gt; &lt;a href="http://killightstitches.tumblr.com/"&gt;(supposedly)&lt;/a&gt; Two Months, Sarah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-2164603042602513768?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/2164603042602513768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=2164603042602513768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/2164603042602513768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/2164603042602513768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/10/bimbos-should-really-die.html' title='Bimbos should really die'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-3653255662701919847</id><published>2008-10-07T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:09:28.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundane was yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04078.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 368px; HEIGHT: 498px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC04078.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Em-Ass-Ann was being such an Ass since just now which was why i didn't fancy that stupid Em-Ass-Ann software but since I've yet to accept requests that I decided to just sign in to that dumb, Em-Ass-Ann. Now it's lagging and is doing me no good so I'm waiting for Ameer to get back just so that we can chat instead of building my temptation to kill this bimbo. Ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons have been the biggest bxtch since it's playing on repeat. It's sick doing essays every hour, so let's just get straight up with the papers! Nlevels just ended and it's gonna be our turn soon. 11 more long days to keep me going till the start of written exams. Monday's night study with the studying buddies Ameer and Bani was just pure sick. I kept laughing while they made weird noises. Rated 16-above, you wouldn't wanna know in detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The start of school tuition was this afternoon, whereby me and Amin had to wait for the tutor at 4pm. Actually, it was later. Gyeah ballzx, my eyes got heavier by the second. I even took a slight nap while he was teaching, hahaha. Overall though, it went a-ok. I managed to understand Mole Concept now, clapclap! Helped Bestf Harith with his final touches on d&amp;amp;t, and it felt good. It's nice to have this friendship back(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what you said to my sister, but you're gonna have to mess with me first. Good thing Google worked under your name. Oh I'm so, gonna bring you down hard. Like I said, Don't make me laugh blood woman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Killightstitches updated*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-3653255662701919847?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/3653255662701919847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=3653255662701919847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/3653255662701919847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/3653255662701919847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/10/mundane-monday.html' title='Mundane was yesterday'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-3322058246246995500</id><published>2008-10-04T18:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:12:42.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy and deceived</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03793.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 404px; HEIGHT: 554px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC03793.jpg" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;No One, Just The Stranger I Met On The Greens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I wish I could tell you how much I need you and how much you need me to go. I don't know which is worst: to learn or not to know. Convincing yourself it's not the reason why you don't see the sun anymore. I need an ending, so why can't you stay just long enough to explain? And if you have to go, well always know that you shine brighter than anyone else. Eventually, you'll say that you don't wanna see the sun anymore. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is ignorance really that bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-3322058246246995500?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/3322058246246995500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=3322058246246995500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/3322058246246995500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/3322058246246995500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-and-deceived.html' title='Happy and deceived'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-707223618975486000</id><published>2008-10-04T15:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T16:44:25.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getaways turned holiday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03952.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 408px; HEIGHT: 307px" height="480" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC03952.jpg" width="408" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya morning, the auspicious period for forgiveness. Bestf Harith was being a sugar just by wakening my beauty sleep with his Raya mood. Upon reaching Atok's house in Johore at eleven, relatives were already there with tears in their eyes. Solemn apology, I see. Knowing that I'll be sitting for my major exams, they actually wished and prayed the best for me. That touched my heart, and every fibre of my being. For I, Sarah Diyana, apologizes for any wrong done be it on purpose or accidentally. Deep down, I do know whom I've hurted the most on Monday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove back to Singapore at dusk for visiting to Nyayi's. Cuz Surianti was there and when Lasalle was mentioned, everyone grew silent. Haha! Awkward scene rather. Then to another someone's house whom my momma's related to but I do not who the hell, whom Momma wants his son to be matchmade with my sister. Laugh, cause I am right now. :D Last stop was Neighbour Khairul's before we went home. I can conclude that my First Day of Raya went superb, with $ collection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, skipped. Wednesday, holiday. Thursday, skipped again. Reason for not attending school on both days was Over-Slept. Serious shite, it was already late and I didn't want to rush to school with my schoolbag and files in hand. What's more, it beats serving detention if I were to be late for the third time. Apparently, I woke up at 11 and spent the day watching dvds bought yesterday. There were Big Stan, Camp Rock and Gossip Girls to keep me company. Whoop(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow and lazy defined my Fry-day. I only looked forward to Night Study with Amin and Hasif where we studied with Jian Hui and Mei Shan as well. My stomach cried out for McFlurry but it did a double twist when I came down with a stomachache at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday already? W o w. It really felt like I was just at Marina yesterday celebrating birthdays, like there wasn't any mugging at all . Guests are filling in now but none of my friends are coming for the Open House cause I know they have better things to do, like studying. Is this real, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sciences OLevel practical in 14 days&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03980.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 205px; HEIGHT: 305px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC03980.jpg" width="337" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03947.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 194px; HEIGHT: 305px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC03947.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03909.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 205px; HEIGHT: 291px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC03909.jpg" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03950.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 197px; HEIGHT: 290px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC03950.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-707223618975486000?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/707223618975486000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=707223618975486000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/707223618975486000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/707223618975486000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/10/getaways-turned-holiday.html' title='Getaways turned holiday.'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-1657620608220777106</id><published>2008-09-30T00:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T14:19:55.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Define my state of mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;A Tremor For Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02153.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 356px; HEIGHT: 299px" height="480" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC02153.jpg" width="516" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply had to give up&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't let go without struggle&lt;br /&gt;It's just, just one of those things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The winter is rising and you're not here. You had me and point plank range. If we were falling from the sky, would we apologize for lost time? Without direction, this is where it ends. I'll be right here for you, waiting on another day to simply sleep the sun away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-1657620608220777106?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/1657620608220777106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=1657620608220777106&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/1657620608220777106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/1657620608220777106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-simply-had-to-give-up-but-i-didnt-let.html' title='Define my state of mind.'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-7642782629168365504</id><published>2008-09-28T17:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:36:33.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings: Switched off.</title><content type='html'>Father reprimanded me bout the high accumulation of electricy bill for I've been the one who has been hogging onto the computer last month. Of course, include all those late-night chats with Zuee and Hanif! Rawr. Since I'm much more attached to my books now than this cruel modern technology, I'm proud to state that maybe the figures on the bill will decrease.. for now. ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went a-ok. Mugging from 11 in the morning, I ended the session early just so I could make it for Michelle&amp;amp;Rym's birthday celebration. By six, I was two horribly hours late. Plans were so shaky that I couldn't decide which to go for. I only realised that me and Hanna Pirate took the same train when we alighted. City Hall was (omg) filled with people all over, either there for shopping or the F1 race. Met up with Dora and Acha and headed towards Marina when I collided into Sis Dinah. Kakak, I wished you're more open to me like we used to be. Anyway, Zuee and friends were already there. I wasn't really in the mood to stay on till someone brightened my morning up with an unexpected text. The cina matrep in pink who couldn't figure out where Gate 7 was, we practically texted all day though knowing that we were both at Marina. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a BK take-away while the others took Elle Jay Ass for buka. Andy and Zuee play cheat siol, semi-fast. Don't eat or drink, but smoke. -.- We sat at an unknown staircase in the mall then went up to the rooftop for some F1 action. Michelle came, the star karat birthday girl, and she looked gorgeous in a dress! :D By eight-plus, I was already restless and bored. Had a quick meetup with Fye before bading goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to just lpak with Davin and friends at the grass patch while the night burnt away. It was hilarious just looking at the scene which lay before my eyes. Nevermind, I know you know and the world don't need to know eh Davin. Haha! Went home at around ten when there were massive blockroads thanks to the F1 racing. Gabrielle hunted my heels when we tried different routes just so we could get to the train station. Swear, I could've dozed off just plodding along with the crowd. Kiasu Singaporeans btol, it's not like they can capture the driver in the car or something. Pfft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was close to eleven when I trudged up the stairs. No pictures from last night's, sorry. I didn't even touch my digicam! Ugh. Shall read up social studies now. Till I write again, toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-7642782629168365504?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/7642782629168365504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=7642782629168365504&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/7642782629168365504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/7642782629168365504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/09/feelings-switched-off.html' title='Feelings: Switched off.'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-2315777557842561915</id><published>2008-09-27T15:02:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:48:32.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harshing the mellow</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 277px; HEIGHT: 365px" height="170" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/Mothasavior.jpg" width="160" align="left" border="1" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Mother Of The Savior Of Planet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Schoolmates have been great, really. The more their presence are felt, the more determined I am to strive for the best. My week had been occupied with books everywhere. Files brought to and fro, notes flung during silent reading, and even in between bus rides. Last night was of no difference. After break fast, me and Hasif headed to school for night study to keep Que company. I managed to complete a geography essay in half an hour, hiphiphooray! Wow, I feel studious all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry practical was the dumbest of all, especially since the reaction change ain't drastic at all. Not only did I not manage to get the right observations, I even burnt my fingers Twice. Now that's what I call drastic. Friggin' pissed, I tell ya. I walked out of school only to be greeted with a surprise hug from Nana. Thanks babe, you painted a smile on my face that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Michelle and Faiz! Elfac, shouldn't you at least be rewarding yourself for your fair performance this week? *Wide grins* Saturday's now and plans have been made. Gonna be out to meet up with Fye then perhaps, Davin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-2315777557842561915?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/2315777557842561915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=2315777557842561915&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/2315777557842561915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/2315777557842561915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/09/harshing-mellow.html' title='Harshing the mellow'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-8028450571650762290</id><published>2008-09-24T17:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T18:12:05.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Monday was Oh So Eventful! The new timetable are out and rocking. Monday sungguh best sekali, favourite subjects are in one day. Instead of all the manymany periods, we're only revising three/four subjects per day with longer duration. Knowing how short my concentration span is, I'm setting my mind right to excelling well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which marked an unglam event as well. I attended my First Ever Bdk Baik But Datang Lambat Punya Pasal detention in my life. Jannah and I don't belong there, omg. We did our malay homework just to kill time, and poof! I was on my way to meet Tyqa at Tamp(: Bumped into Fye, El, Wati and friend. Serious shite I miss laughing with yguys uh uh uh. We sat at the Open Plaza and talked and laughed and smiled. She then gave me three roses and a handmade card. Now how sweet can she get?! The girl in that blue uniform with a grey tie which I thought was cooler than Damai's, well I'd loooove you see you again. I've missed you already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Block Timetable and Night Studies are on. Eversince then, I've been really paying attention in every class and sorting my subject revision out. I'd look forward to humanities especially, though I suck at it, but at least I'm eager to improve myself for geography. Sciences however, I'll need to work on that. School will be ending at 1305 instead for the OLevels candidates, just so that we can have our lunch earlier and back studying. I decided to study with Bani on alternate days to prevent ourselves from getting too tired, and yeay the ray of hope is shining even brighter now. I'm planning to head home for a quick nap as well then back after buka with friends for night study. By the time my brain is maxed out, I'll be able to sleep soundly. Sounds like a plan!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The friday night boys - You do you don't&lt;/em&gt;. Take a listen, it may hurt a little. I know it did to me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-8028450571650762290?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/8028450571650762290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=8028450571650762290&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/8028450571650762290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/8028450571650762290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/09/interesting.html' title='Interesting.'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-1392009246456553021</id><published>2008-09-20T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T23:03:10.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn the bridges, baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Cantdenyyoureyes.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 414px; HEIGHT: 349px" height="595" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/Cantdenyyoureyes.jpg" width="528" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, at least I'm partially over my Prelims results now that it's over and I can't change anything right. Except for the fact that I shall be more positive to strive hard for my 14points target. Afterall, it's just Prelims. So heckkkkkit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sawah has itchy fingers and I had the thought of changing my blog layout again. *Smacks head with a keyboard* Apologies to Fliq bby since I didn't go to Geylang with you and friends the past evening. Yknow how much I dislike going there with all the makcik-crowded area with Lelong Lelong! everywhere and even more human congested pathways all over. Okay I think this will really be my last entry this week since adik Farihin is so gonna strangle me if he finds me online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankkks for cheering up this poor sad soul that perhaps, you really could consider doing this for a living! Haha. My first ever gender-confused friend rocks my slow computer Because Midzi's The Bixchiest Princess I've Ever Known And He's Overwhelming Compared To You. (L)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-1392009246456553021?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/1392009246456553021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=1392009246456553021&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/1392009246456553021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/1392009246456553021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/09/burn-bridges-baby.html' title='Burn the bridges, baby.'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-9188826540953808687</id><published>2008-09-20T14:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T14:39:52.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;This song's called Thunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/MOV034930.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/MOV034970.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cause we are finally free tonight.."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-9188826540953808687?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/9188826540953808687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=9188826540953808687&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/9188826540953808687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/9188826540953808687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-4029379521802822890</id><published>2008-09-17T23:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T02:37:12.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Major Hiatus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02659.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 416px; HEIGHT: 302px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC02659.jpg" width="502" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think again and I don't know where to begin. Pages after pages, it was all filled with crap. Every teacher who stepped in basically had this catastrophic frown which could only mean something - the class did badly for Prelims. I know right, it was really scary. Trust me, classmates felt like jumping down from the highest building in town. It was practically, s u i c i d a l ! I've never gotten this low range of marks that choked blood out of my throat. The digits which lay before my eyes stung with disappointment. My heart was in a deep pool of anger, swallowing all the enthusiasm I lost. Sleepless nights made things more upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things got the worst of me and my spirits were gratifyingly low. For the fact that I failed my english, now that's unbelievable. I don't understand how or why, so I got pretty annoyed with my performance. I slept throughout the period, only to realise that I could claim my points which the marker didn't tick me for! God bless me, now that's a colorful pass when Mdm Haryani added four marks to my sheet. I may be hopeless in my other areas but once a red line for my english and that's it. I vow to never ever get below B3 since english's the only subject I can ace in. My mind's made up and I've got to do what's right. I'm cutting down on my internet usage, weekends with saturday kids and my cell shall be neglected for a little while. As for you baby, I'm sorry. )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home with a heart heavier than a million newton but I knew I could count on this little sunshine to cheer me up. We've been extremely close friends recently for she had been literally there for me, though living at opposite ends. Just hearing her voice on the phone soothes my day and we'd talk till morning, rolling on floors and beds. I call her Tyq, and we'll be meeting up on Friday. The one who has 22 wishes, she's one I'll never let go. Friends who cared though couldn't really help, I love you all. Bestf Harith, he's always there to sense something's wrong. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;-epul. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;but u noe, we still got about 28 more days (: so cheer up! start from tomorrow. seriously.. okay, im very bad at advising, consoling ppl. so, pardon me yeah? im just stating wat i think. i mean, initially i wanted to giveup too. but what for? like this chinese teacher said, either you do it or break it. so do it. just do it! mekk nike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;TASHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (: says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;awwh dear. dont be so sad. i went through the exact same thing last year. i wasnt please at all with my prelims but that doesnt stop me from studying harder. most prelims paper were supposed to be difficult because they want to push you further. make you realise if you havent start bucking up, its time you should. but i believed you already tried and did your best. as for now, i think you should see the mistakes you made and learn from it. dont repeat it anymore. forget the past, and continue to look forward and focus on O's. which i believe you will do much more better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Soleha says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Cheer up okay? There's still the finals. This is our wake up call. I did horribly too. But knowing you, you will definitely fight back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Qeely Weely® says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;alamak. idk how to help :/ im sorry. np, ily! good luck and all the bestt :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;jimmy jazz . says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;let me guess. mother , fucking boys , and Prelims ? yeah results right ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the last time&lt;/strong&gt;: That Bloody Tagb Below Is Just For Killighstitches.tumblr, Which Is My Photoblog Since It Does Not Contain Any Form Of Communication At That Site. Other Than That, Anything Regarding Links/Blog Posts Whatever, Damn Well Click At Enamour To Have Your Say. Be Obedient, Readers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jaymme, where're you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-4029379521802822890?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/4029379521802822890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=4029379521802822890&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/4029379521802822890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/4029379521802822890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/09/major-hiatus.html' title='Major Hiatus!'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-4407526917040527828</id><published>2008-09-17T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:46:59.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03662.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 409px; HEIGHT: 263px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC03662.jpg" width="641" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Alia, here's for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-4407526917040527828?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/4407526917040527828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=4407526917040527828&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/4407526917040527828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/4407526917040527828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/09/alia-heres-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-6658674653379053351</id><published>2008-09-16T15:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T16:46:20.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovers online.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03609.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 408px; HEIGHT: 307px" height="480" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC03609.jpg" width="408" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call me Quiet Girl, but I'm a riot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Just two days on a semi-hiatus and someone (that's Elle Dee for you!) has already complained for the lack of update. You should have read my previous posts, some were a week apart! Haha. Alrighto. I didn't really went online these few days cause I needed my sleep and I figured, the comp won't run away. Anyhoos, here're the updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01&lt;/strong&gt;. Prelims are done and over! Not veryy happy since there's still the torturous OLevels to sit for but it beats the relief I'm feeling. Perhaps I'll have my rest day today, and tomorrow will be mugging all over again. I shall remember not to over-stress myself for no reason since my health can't take it. However, just thinking bout sitting in the hall again can depress candidates like me. Ohwello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02&lt;/strong&gt;. Friends told me and I do realise, that I haven't been experimenting with photography lately. If it weren't for the day out with Syafiq, my shots would've rotted in my document albums. And, I kept on rotating my photos at friendster since I hate seeing the same ol' default. Now that there're at least two new pictures, I'm content with how it is. Profile updated, planning to make it much short-winded hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03&lt;/strong&gt;. I just wish we're more than just an 08, more than just a special date. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-6658674653379053351?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/6658674653379053351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=6658674653379053351&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/6658674653379053351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/6658674653379053351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/09/lovers-online.html' title='Lovers online.'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-226601608899086574</id><published>2008-09-14T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T02:48:37.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01663.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 411px; HEIGHT: 321px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC01663.jpg" width="541" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be starting on my art coursework but it's yet to be done instead I'm online replying to comments and loyal readers made me smile by leaving tags. :] I shall come back again, approximately around 11pm. Friendster layout changed with its white but now it looks pretty bland to me. Chiao!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Webcam08.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 211px; HEIGHT: 178px" height="287" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/Webcam08.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Webcam09.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 205px; HEIGHT: 176px" height="288" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/Webcam09.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;At 11:13PM,&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I'm back. Currently Zuee's keeping me company online. A miracle I managed to chiong five drawings within three hours. Saiful is so gonna have a heartattack when he's done marking because clearly, most of the art kids have less than five drawings. Ha, terrible horrible! I wonder, how am I gonna survive tomorrow hey? Still tryna figure out how the hell am I gonna portray nightlife with paint..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Killighstitches updated)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-226601608899086574?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/226601608899086574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=226601608899086574&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/226601608899086574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/226601608899086574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/09/elle-dees-fav-shot.html' title='Remembering Sunday.'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-1546002948647153520</id><published>2008-09-13T15:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T15:39:25.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No sense of Motherhood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 166px; HEIGHT: 205px" height="170" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC02258.jpg" width="160" align="left" border="1" /&gt;If we're born to love our mothers, I know I'll never love mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home has been very much a sinful place to live in nowadays. Not only has Momma ignored everyone in the house, she wouldn't wanna take a look at sister anymore. I'd say, how rude and ill-mannered. We've been going through pain which we don't want you to know about, but here you are blaming us for keeping it from you. We have your interests at heart, ada paham? Have you ever thought how crazy, over-reactive you'll be once you get to know? Exactly what we predicted happened. Grandma staying here ain't making things easier either. Instead, she merely looked at what's going on and said nothing. Of course you'll pretend nothing's gone wrong, my mum's your daughter for Christ's sake! Your comments, tak perlu langsung sia. You're just another half of my mom. Afterall, she got your genes from you. Since we're all fasting, we're taking this in our stride. I may be hating my mother, but outsiders won't know what goes on behind closed doors. If there's just too much to take, please take me along with you wherever you're going sister. Astaghfirallah,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-1546002948647153520?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/1546002948647153520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=1546002948647153520&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/1546002948647153520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/1546002948647153520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-sense-of-motherhood.html' title='No sense of Motherhood.'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-7132769295150103121</id><published>2008-09-12T20:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T15:45:30.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My neon friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03573.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 423px; HEIGHT: 288px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC03573.jpg" width="539" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had to get away from home since I had no paper today, which means no school again! What's more, I'm in need of direct observational pictures for my Prelims are that I've yet to capture. Procrastination Part II is starting, and killing. It rained while I was getting ready so I brought Reena Riot! along. Met up with Syafiq The Matwep and bussed to town in 7. Serious shite, I couldn't stop laughing in the bus! Poor Sarah was indecisive on where to take my neon signs, so I decided to drop by Art Friend to get the fluorescent colors. Syafiq was really, really jakon with everything. Like he said, he ain't an art student ma. Haha. We dropped by the guitar shop as well to feast on the coolest bass guitars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bussed to Clarke Quay to check out that colorful-colorful building, a specific name which I do not know of, but some sort of an art museum. Note to self: I still haven't gotten myself any neon signs. Yet, we took pictures with alleys and did other unnecessary idiotic stuffs. I've missed Juice! and crave for a copy so again, we bussed to Far East. Sadly, all were out of stock. Couldn't resist the smell of shopping for so long that I started to burn my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While that matwep tried on his new nose ring, I got myself a pair of Gladiators though it was painstakingly satisfying, somehow. My two god-mommas were proud of me of course, since that was my first ever girlish footwear I got interested in. Throw the heels and pumps, my collection was always shoes and Birkenstocks. I don't care, I insist upon getting the knee-length ones later though Syafiq does not approve. Muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We trained back to the Airport to meet Doreen and friends. Psst Matwep, Arab tu hot oei. No wonder you're hooked onto him as well, lolol! Something rather embarrassing happened on the way to basement. Fine uh, I didn't know Level 2 got buses what. (Inside joke which Syafiq just couldn't stop laughing about) Rawr! Waiting for 24 was like forever! Anyway, I was home by six. And I wish I hadn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03519.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 404px; HEIGHT: 298px" height="480" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC03519.jpg" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kau tetap bdk 1992 aper."&lt;br /&gt;"Ye lah ye lah, kau buat hal bdk 1991 jer lah eh."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03515.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 202px; HEIGHT: 290px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC03515.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03526.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 198px; HEIGHT: 290px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC03526.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pinjam skejap specs kau."&lt;br /&gt;"Ah ye lah pakcik, muka cool sungguh!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03530.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 204px; HEIGHT: 282px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC03530.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03532.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 202px; HEIGHT: 282px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC03532.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pintu color dia lawa, aku suka. Jom amek gambar!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03535.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 414px; HEIGHT: 307px" height="480" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC03535.jpg" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits: Syafiq Sunny the Matwep with a W.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03534.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 202px; HEIGHT: 301px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC03534.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03539.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 188px; HEIGHT: 301px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC03539.jpg" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fiq fiq, cepat amek gambar!"&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, ye lah minah.."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03553.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 204px; HEIGHT: 271px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC03553.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03554.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 192px; HEIGHT: 271px" height="640" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC03554.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been waiting for a Aku Muka Good Boy Sia! picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-7132769295150103121?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/7132769295150103121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=7132769295150103121&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/7132769295150103121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/7132769295150103121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-neon-friend.html' title='My neon friend.'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-7913026763605721762</id><published>2008-09-11T14:07:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T16:52:08.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In pursuing design.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=image_4877_S.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 141px; HEIGHT: 160px" height="175" alt="Photobucket Image Hosting" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/image_4877_S.jpg" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=image_4947_S.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 143px; HEIGHT: 162px" height="171" alt="Photobucket Image Hosting" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/image_4947_S.jpg" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=image_5165_S.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 143px; HEIGHT: 162px" height="171" alt="Photobucket Image Hosting" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/image_5165_S.jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=image_5225_S.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 131px; HEIGHT: 148px" height="175" alt="Photobucket Image Hosting" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/image_5225_S.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=image_5272_S.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 157px; HEIGHT: 162px" height="175" alt="Photobucket Image Hosting" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/image_5272_S.jpg" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=image_5331_S.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 135px; HEIGHT: 162px" height="169" alt="Photobucket Image Hosting" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/image_5331_S.jpg" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;School was out by 0930 as I had only one paper to sit for. I kept snoozing my alarm that when I awoke at 0715, I was feeling really alarmed. Indeed, I reached school late. I've tried having a one Omg I'm So Late, Dead! day every term but since I wasn't booked for late-coming in Term 3, it spoilt the whole pattern. Subsequently, I bussed the long way home back feeling exhausted, wondering what's in store for me. Swear butt was on fire sitting for 2hrs long papers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidently, I browsed through clothes online. If you're interested Elle Dee, I shall pass you the link together with the previous ones. ^^ However, overseas shippings can be damn leceh, oh my god or julie. I shall discuss with Sis Dinah later when she gets home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the bestest part: I have no school for 3 days till Monday! :D Kay, Prelims schedule are doing awesome. But hey, I've got art to start on. I shall not stress myself and just draw draw draw. Remember Sawah, you've promised to not procrastinate any further. Sighs, I'll prolly be doing on Neon Signs. But how do I even paint neon?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 159px; HEIGHT: 183px" height="170" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/0017.jpg" width="160" align="left" border="1" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOLA DHEROSE♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Happy birthday, you Seventeen-year old fashion icon. It's been a blessing getting to know, exchanging comments, sharing smiles and giving love. It's weird to care online, but I love you for everything you did for me. You've had a really massive change. Dress like traffic lights you say? Haha. I'm glad I met such a Great friend like you. LD terbang, LD terbang! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My photoblog, &lt;a href="http://killightstitches.tumblr.com/"&gt;Support Local Photography And Music Scene!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-7913026763605721762?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/7913026763605721762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=7913026763605721762&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/7913026763605721762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/7913026763605721762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-pursuing-design.html' title='In pursuing design.'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-7778254109048880819</id><published>2008-09-10T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:20:51.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Momma, I think I saw you&lt;br /&gt;crying beneath those sheets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And now I pity myself for pitying you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-7778254109048880819?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/7778254109048880819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=7778254109048880819&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/7778254109048880819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/7778254109048880819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/09/momma-i-think-i-saw-you-crying-beneath.html' title=''/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-2784274066685015664</id><published>2008-09-08T04:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:41:19.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whaddddup</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Webcam04.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 197px; HEIGHT: 178px" height="250" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/Webcam04.jpg" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Webcam05.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 190px; HEIGHT: 179px" height="228" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/Webcam05.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Webcam06.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 188px; HEIGHT: 184px" height="225" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/Webcam06.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Webcam07.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 192px; HEIGHT: 186px" height="239" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/Webcam07.jpg" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Connor says: &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Abeh korek hidong! Buruk benar, ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Z[e]ke Byp[a]ss- says: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;nvm la, im at home wat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's 4:45AM. My Momma's up cooking now, and I can't believe I'm still online. While waiting, Hanif webcammed with me. Look at his goofy shots I managed to save, huahua. Note to self: He picked his nose! But nevermind, you're still cute to me lah Honeybear(: Notice that in all shots, his brother didn't budge &lt;em&gt;at all&lt;/em&gt;. Haha! Something kinky happened just now, which was absolutely strange. I saw this unknown contact whom I don't recognise and so we chatted. Looks like we're not friends on either friendster/myspace, so how did we end up adding each other on msn? Really weird. At the end of the morning, we became new friends though added like, months ago. Turns out that her date is tomorrow, so happy monthsary Tasha&amp;amp;boyf! Oh and Zuee, better go and sahur now lahhh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Zue testing his voice says: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i tot i was taken by u for a moment that time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-2784274066685015664?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/2784274066685015664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=2784274066685015664&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/2784274066685015664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/2784274066685015664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/09/whaddup-its-445am.html' title='Whaddddup'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-242745897248341302</id><published>2008-09-08T02:12:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:32:14.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H a p p y M o n t h s a r y</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 202px; HEIGHT: 221px" height="170" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/Lovoid.jpg" width="160" align="left" border="1" /&gt;There'll be no school later because I have no paper and since, my class is the only one not taking poa. Hiphiphooray for that manzx, giving me an extra 24hrs to prepare for Physics and Maths papers on Tuesday. I'm thinking of studying out with friends since I've been cooped up all weekend. Seems like it that I may be staying home again instead. This can lead me to insanity, then slow mental torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou Nic, for constantly encouraging me to strive hard. Friends have been so supportive towards me in my studies, knowing how stressful I am just tryna get my facts right. V3ronxca is much neglected nowadays, since my eyes are more on the books. Holy lembu, my library books are overdued. Babi terbang, babi terbang! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been online from eleven till dawn, then sleeping only when I find the net a bore. At that, online contacts will find me multi-tasking. Mugging, friendsterizing, myspacing, chatting, and singing the night away at the same time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'll find myself wishing babies happy birthday, bloghopping, uploading playlists and practically just surfing the net. Today, two other persons turned a year older as well. Tyqa, stay strong for you know I love you babe! Those midnight conversations are priceless, something only we know what's going on. You're the reason I sign in to that bloody msn messenger, else I wouldn't bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't meant for any breathing soul to know, and anyway it was an old flame. McKenzie however, squeezed the truth out of me and teared me up alittle. Now I'm reminscing everything we once had. Love, care and concern for each other. Where have that all gone to, for you're the only bestfriend I will Never let go of. After countless upsetting disappointments you conjured, you're still the one I hold on to. I'd pluck the stars if I could, to show how much I love you. The friendship we had was definitely one of a kind. Others saw how close we grew, then the huge setback. What went wrong, I have no idea. This mind etches a happy picture of you, and me, together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;strong&gt;Saw&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;strong&gt;Jaja&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-242745897248341302?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/242745897248341302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=242745897248341302&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/242745897248341302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/242745897248341302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/09/h-p-p-y-m-o-n-t-h-s-r-y.html' title='H a p p y M o n t h s a r y'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-2322383156712746372</id><published>2008-09-07T15:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T03:44:16.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 238px; HEIGHT: 307px" height="170" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/poster11r.jpg" width="160" align="left" border="1" /&gt;Contemplating: Should I go for it? Check out the great bands who'll be there, it'll be such a waste to stay home right. Yet again, it's the fasting month and I ought to be doing something meaningful. Prelims somemore, great. I don't know how many percent of my posts have contained that ill word, it's doing good at occupying my post quantity. I need another topic for a change, something I won't bore my readers with. &lt;em&gt;You already did Sawah, with that composition-skill writing of yours&lt;/em&gt;. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small brat at home has really, been quite the largest brat I've ever known. In time to save my OLevels Entry Proof, lucky he didn't tear that up as well! You name it, he had been the most destructive creation whenever he's in my room. I've yet to settle my scores, but I'll do just that when you know the meaning of Revenge. :] We stayed in all day in our pjams, watching Wanted over and over. Stylo milo tau, sumpah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-2322383156712746372?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/2322383156712746372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=2322383156712746372&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/2322383156712746372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/2322383156712746372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/09/contemplating-should-i-go-for-it-check.html' title=''/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-1701101611189564438</id><published>2008-09-05T23:50:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T02:40:11.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doodle, doo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 131px; HEIGHT: 177px" height="170" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/sup.jpg" width="160" align="left" border="1" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sup&lt;/span&gt;, support local clothing line!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;01&lt;/span&gt;. Save all your pretence. You're still oh so young and silly, being materialistic is definitely not good for your health. Part II to your bullshites, I thought all was done and over with. Seems like imitation got the worst of you. This will never end till someone has to knock senses right out of you, hey? A wanker trend is what you are, you're really unbelievable to this extreme. If this hurts, then change. Get the hint on your own, I don't wanna do all the dirty work. I recommend, Just Be Yourself Young Lady. Even if that means you'll have to be a nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;02&lt;/span&gt;. Are Friends really the right label given to people who're narrow-minded bout friendships? If I'd known earlier that only two can share a friendship, I'm better off on my own. If confiding in others is wrong, being friendly is too, define what's right. By the way, I've said that there's no such thing as S t e a l.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In crazy chat conversations with Tyqa, Raflee, Saiful and Fifi. Finally Fifi has used the screen name I've thought for him, which is Fyrr McKenzie. The glamour last name, but I couldn't change much for his real name. Ohwells, I'm off to watch Wanted with beloved sister now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALYSSA CIKA(!)&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/1423059137425433285-1701101611189564438?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/1701101611189564438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=1701101611189564438&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/1701101611189564438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/1701101611189564438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/09/doodle-doo.html' title='Doodle, doo.'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-1402479457195039700</id><published>2008-09-05T20:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:52:39.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perangai 1992!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 164px; HEIGHT: 187px" height="170" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/04-09-08_1015.jpg" width="160" align="left" border="1" /&gt;It's such such such such a relief to know that I won't have to stay up till 4 in the morning with paint all over. It definitely feels great that I slept early and woke up fresh for sahur before dawn. In all, I completed my boxes within a week but the mental torture was just unbearable. Because of the rush, my final artwork did not turn out as how I'd planned it to be. I'm not proud of it somehow, since the medium wasn't even chosen by me. Ohwells, whatever happens happens. There's still art for Prelims by the way, and this time I won't procrastinate further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, I'd been spending 4 out of 7 days in school. Ninety-percent of which being art the main reason, and extra classes for the remaining. What, holidays you say? Pfft. I'm lacking behind in terms of studies, cause I've only mugged for sciences and abit of humanities. Sawah, you should get a tight smack at that. Fasting period has been awesome, still full of energy and life. I'm hoping I'll be able to fast the whole month, amin. It'll just be school and back, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to &lt;strong&gt;Nurul Jannah&lt;/strong&gt; who had helped me with the tremendous 'leopard skin' cookie and &lt;strong&gt;Syed Uzair&lt;/strong&gt; for the chairs. I owe yguys a treat at Starbcks bestfriends, count on it! &lt;strong&gt;Jaf Zel&lt;/strong&gt;, for going all care and concern on me when I was down with high fever. The feeling was horrible, especially at a 41 degrees temperature. Dude, you're the best! &lt;strong&gt;Nabil&lt;/strong&gt;, who stayed thick and thin with me no matter what happened. &lt;strong&gt;Danny-Yell&lt;/strong&gt;, my midnight msn friend who'd accompany me through the wee hours of the morning. Not forgetting, &lt;strong&gt;Fatimah&lt;/strong&gt; who went through all the box shites with me. And online friends &lt;strong&gt;Elle Dee&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;strong&gt;Darw&lt;/strong&gt;, I give my thanks to all my other friends and teachers who had been my support when I was feeling so vulnerable. Art can really be a chore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamposss. The moment Syafiq Sunny called me up, I've been laughing non-stop (literally) for the whole 24minutes! If my cell hadn't shut down due to low batt, I don't think we will ever end that call. It is possible for us to talk day till night anyway, haha. Nenek aku ada Myspace! You can visit &lt;a href="http://friqeking.blogspot.com/"&gt;Syafiq&lt;/a&gt; page for more goofy conversations since he said he'll surely be posting the unnecessary moments online. Sorry uh bdk 1991, lain kali aku mendak lagi consperm aku picit k. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-1402479457195039700?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/1402479457195039700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=1402479457195039700&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/1402479457195039700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/1402479457195039700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-such-such-such-such-relief-to-know.html' title='Perangai 1992!'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-7204569580563676561</id><published>2008-09-02T12:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T12:23:20.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls with golden eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image027.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 421px; HEIGHT: 317px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/Image027.jpg" width="559" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I NEED MY &lt;strong&gt;NURUL JANNAH BTE ARJUNAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; )': &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Day three&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I haven't had anything for three days now. This withdrawal is killing me. It's like shock therapy to my guts. Fragile doesn't even come close to describing how I feel. August was Awesome, it was almost over and now it already is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-7204569580563676561?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/7204569580563676561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=7204569580563676561&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/7204569580563676561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/7204569580563676561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/09/girls-with-golden-eyes.html' title='Girls with golden eyes.'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-547849392702156437</id><published>2008-09-02T01:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T01:30:17.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty in the breakdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Fckit, I feel like throwing these all away. No one will ever understand what I'm going through cause this is pain and irritation. I'm unhappy, bitter, sour and helpless. I've still got alot to do and art dateline for me is bloody tomorrow. It's 1:17 in the morning, yes, I need my sleep. But I can't, cause I have art! I haven't been having proper sleep if you realise, and my brain is maxed out. For real, I'd really love to smash this head against the wall. For real, I'd just like to burn my artworks to ashes. I feel like crying, but it's of no use. I just need help, so that this can be done faster. Still, I gotta get to school early to paint all my boxes. Jaysus, keep sharp objects away from me man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fckit nabuey cheebye, all you people crash and die!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;I'm not okay for now but I will be, today at 6pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-547849392702156437?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/547849392702156437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=547849392702156437&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/547849392702156437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/547849392702156437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/09/beauty-in-breakdown.html' title='Beauty in the breakdown'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-2097858000196131726</id><published>2008-08-31T23:41:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T01:15:57.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Air Show / Boys Like Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03449.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 416px; HEIGHT: 313px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC03449.jpg" width="542" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops, I was late in meeting Bestf Amin at 5. He was already standing there helpless at Eunos mrt, with his brother beside. Dann didn't tag along since he went to the Air Show in the morning already. We took the shuttle bus there to save time. I was already in awe the moment I stepped out from the coach. Fine Amin, I was never interested in Aerospace-related so please excuse my jakonness. Everywhere was filled with jets F16 and my favourite, the Black Knights! We missed the air show sadly, so it was just plain exhibition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03472.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 410px; HEIGHT: 301px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC03472.jpg" width="410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03467.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 204px; HEIGHT: 269px" height="800" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC03467.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03470.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03478.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 206px; HEIGHT: 269px" height="800" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC03478.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I CAUGHT &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOYS LIKE GIRLS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;LIVE&lt;/strong&gt; I CAUGHT &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BOYS LIKE GIRLS&lt;/span&gt; LIVE&lt;/strong&gt; I CAUGHT &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BOYS LIKE GIRLS&lt;/span&gt; LIVE&lt;/strong&gt; I CAUGHT &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BOYS LIKE GIRLS&lt;/span&gt; LIVE&lt;/strong&gt; I CAUGHT &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BOYS LIKE GIRLS&lt;/span&gt; LIVE&lt;/strong&gt; I CAUGHT &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BOYS LIKE GIRLS&lt;/span&gt; LIVE&lt;/strong&gt; I CAUGHT &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BOYS LIKE GIRLS&lt;/span&gt; LIVE&lt;/strong&gt; 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LIVE&lt;/strong&gt; I CAUGHT &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BOYS LIKE GIRLS&lt;/span&gt; LIVE&lt;/strong&gt; I CAUGHT &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BOYS LIKE GIRLS&lt;/span&gt; LIVE&lt;/strong&gt; I CAUGHT &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BOYS LIKE GIRLS&lt;/span&gt; LIVE&lt;/strong&gt; I CAUGHT &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BOYS LIKE GIRLS&lt;/span&gt; LIVE&lt;/strong&gt; I CAUGHT &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BOYS LIKE GIRLS&lt;/span&gt; LIVE&lt;/strong&gt; I CAUGHT &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BOYS LIKE GIRLS&lt;/span&gt; LIVE&lt;/strong&gt; I CAUGHT &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BOYS LIKE GIRLS&lt;/span&gt; LIVE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I CAUGHT &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BOYS LIKE GIRLS&lt;/span&gt; LIVE(!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03483.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 416px; HEIGHT: 297px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC03483.jpg" width="420" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough to get that craved in your head? :D The bus ride from Paya Lebar to Penin was really, really long and super duper cold! Nyonya beside kept on peeking at my text messages, intruding my privacy. On the way to Esplanade, I heard Mr Saiful's voice singing to The Great Decay. Ofcourse, he did sounded different and I was singing along to it while on the phone with Isadora. Disappointed since friends said we couldn't enter the Nike Walk gig. Anyway, Dorrah needed moshing shots for art and so I accompanied her into the crowd. As Sourgrapes was playing, there wasn't much to spoil the scene than to just enjoy the music. Michelle and afew others tried to create a moshpit but with four, it was too small. Haha, eventually we got out with disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting around, the night was full of boredom. But Norah received a text from her friend that we could enter the gig free and so we were up and jumping! Juju, Norah, Dorrah and I were like running towards the Padang and practically screaming since Boys Like Girls was already onstage. We squeezed through the crowd of runners to get a better view of the band. Hell yeah I was screaming and jumping and recording and snapping and screaming and jumping! They were effin awesomezx I tell you, this gig experience is definitely priceless! Fckit man, I can still feel the energy till now. Blg love, come back to Asia agaaain! I betcha, video will be satisfying and full of jealousy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-2097858000196131726?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/2097858000196131726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=2097858000196131726&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/2097858000196131726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/2097858000196131726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/08/air-show-boys-like-girls.html' title='Air Show / Boys Like Girls'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-5097261459949574249</id><published>2008-08-30T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T15:22:45.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Langsung kita bisa ke Batam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03376.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 414px; HEIGHT: 313px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC03376.jpg" width="605" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must I really do this, it's tiring to be deatiled blogging. Okay I'll just keep this as short and sweet. Sister and I left home by 6 in the morning to meet up with her boyf at bedok interchange. I was still so sleepy, gawd! We trained to Harbourfront where all her other friends were waiting at. So there were seven of us; Sister, me, Bro Rahmat, Sis Esah, Sis Zidah, Mummy and Daughter Azizah. This time, I brought my passport while boarding. Fear not kwns, you know I know the public don't need to know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The drivers drove like they owned the roads, which made me felt insecure for a moment. Thank God I came back in one piece. The clouds there are the most stunning ones I've ever seen! Really white and fluffy, it looked like it's on a painted canvas. Somehow, their use of malay is different and I sortof had a hard time understanding. Plus, their sense of fashion is terrible horrible! Zomy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anchor tee for Rp59900 (S$10)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pjams pants for Rp59900 (S$10)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A dozen J.CO Donuts for RP 58000 (S$9)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;In all, Sister exhanged S$50 for me but I only used abit. For the first time, my wallet was packed with Thousands notes! Haha, if only the great deals are here in Singapore man. Wouldn't you wanna go shopping in Batam then, since it's cheaperrr there? I only managed to shop just that at Nagoya Hill mall since we went sightseeing more. I saved the rest cause Sister said we were going to another mall but we didn't, since time didn't permit us to. Ohwells, there goes my skater hoodie and capris. 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title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=5097261459949574249&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/5097261459949574249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/5097261459949574249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/08/langsung-kita-bisa-ke-batam.html' title='Langsung kita bisa ke Batam!'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-5704363342736916410</id><published>2008-08-29T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T00:29:51.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1234 Who's Viewed Me, Cool Or What!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;SKIPPED SCHOOL AGAIN TODAY&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FORM TEACHER KNOWS ACTUAL REASON&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;REACHED SCHOOL AT 11+ FOR ART&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MISSED TEACHER'S DAY PERFORMANCE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HEARD IT WAS GOOD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;REGRETS ARE EATING ME UP CURRENTLY&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SPENT 8HOURS IN ART ROOM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BACK ACHE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;EYES BLINDED&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BOXES STILL INCOMPLETE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HAVE TO STAYBACK AGAIN ON MONDAY&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*PULLS HAIR*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WENT HOME SLIGHTLY EARLIER AT 7&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PEOPLE KEPT STARING AT MY WORKS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I STARED BACK&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;OFF TO BATAM WITH SISTER&amp;amp;FRIENDS TOMORROW&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IN CAPS THANKS TO MIDZI: LAZY BUMBUM! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-5704363342736916410?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/5704363342736916410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=5704363342736916410&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/5704363342736916410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/5704363342736916410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/08/1234-whos-viewed-me-cool-or-what.html' title='1234 Who&apos;s Viewed Me, Cool Or What!'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-3008612774151891783</id><published>2008-08-28T10:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T10:58:17.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly, leaf.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Web03.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Web03.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 429px; HEIGHT: 82px" height="76" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/Web03.jpg" width="415" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Count on this, I skipped school today. I figured I might as well complete my box of art at home rather than go through lessons of heads on the table. Apparently Prelims for this week is over, baybeats over the weekend and Batam trip as well. I swear I screwed Geog paper big time, it won't be a surprise if I were to get a single digit grade since I've never aced that subject in my life. Social studies however, how the horse did I spend seventy-five minutes just on Section A for a 90minute paper?! There were just too many to write, with little time and ink. Ohwells, sweep those all away. English of both parts I've dunked, now I'll have to mug for other subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, I've been tryna crack my old Livejournal password for the past weeks but to no avail. Seriously, it's getting on my nerves and I'm still trying. The posts are heckit kental so it's crucial for me to delete that account. Ha! When I read them all back, I somehow miss the Rawrers and all those infatuation which happened online. Such great times when we were there for each other. Jamie Sng Xin Hui has moved to Elle Jay now, gluck beginner. ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's weird, Fye's online! Oh no wait, he's got practical exam later on. Ugh, myspace is dead. I shall be active back only after major exams hey. In the meantime, art dateline has been stretched to Friday, 1pm. I shall go to school in the afternoon to paint with an arched back again. Miss Mercy, I don't think I'll be able to complete all those on time.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-3008612774151891783?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/3008612774151891783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=3008612774151891783&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/3008612774151891783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/3008612774151891783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/08/fly-leaf.html' title='Fly, leaf.'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-7310138743260989949</id><published>2008-08-27T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T10:28:33.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Know that you could set your world on fire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=30-07-08_1642.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 416px; HEIGHT: 315px" height="480" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/30-07-08_1642.jpg" width="416" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I, Sarah Diyana, detest humans who cut the line off because for all I know, I did not answer calls to get hung up upon. Catastrophically frustrated, days seem shorter right now. Not only is my final artwork incomplete, situations at home just can't get any better. The roof is bitter with mourning faces in every corner of the house. I practically broke down in public when you voiced your self-seeking self. If Sis Dinah hadn't fetched me in a cab from school, I could've arrived home late after eight, crying. For once, please listen to what I have to say because you're not always right. Even when you've had a tough day at work, I seem to be your punching bag for you to vent out all your anger at. Thanks Father, you &lt;em&gt;made&lt;/em&gt; my day. I may go out of my mind if I don't set this in control.God, give me the strength to hold on. Least, shine me a ray of hope. I'm taking this down, headstrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-7310138743260989949?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/7310138743260989949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=7310138743260989949&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/7310138743260989949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/7310138743260989949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/08/know-that-you-could-set-your-world-on.html' title='Know that you could set your world on fire.'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-4344009067282332413</id><published>2008-08-27T01:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T02:28:08.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 189px" height="170" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/26-08-08_1948.jpg" width="160" align="left" border="1" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beside spoke Exhaustion and Sheer Happiness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After what seemed like forever, 19 Days actually, Baby fetched me from school since he was already outside. It was past seven, the school was covered in darkness and I was worn out. My mind was blank, I couldn't think straight. All I did was blabber rubbish about how sucky my day was, yah nice one Sawah. I dislike surprises, yes he knows that but he still sprung one under my block. I was utterly touched when he starting singing, that's when my eyes started to water. Geez thanks for making me cry eh. Haha, I love you but our exams are much more crucial right now. Hope you understand my dear. Zomgay! You're out of your mind Sawah, it's 1:23AM! You really need to catch back your beauty sleep, so head to bed now you @#$%^&amp;amp;*!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-4344009067282332413?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/4344009067282332413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=4344009067282332413&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/4344009067282332413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/4344009067282332413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/08/after-what-seemed-like-forever-19-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-165381146292270286</id><published>2008-08-25T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T02:15:38.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sunshine when skies are grey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My boxes have not arrive and so I needn't stay back for art today. Extremely ridiculous, since my dateline is just two days away. Sighs, anyway met up with Fye and friends instead since he was around Telok Kurau Primary area. Someone actually got the meeting place wrong, but I had to travel instead. Pfft! Gala, lucky you I use concession okay. Me and Fye were the only ones mugging while the guys played soccer. Here's another something to blow you off. Sawah managed another 11/12 for Source Based, *pats on head*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of his classmates came and by then, we looked like we were gonna ton under the block with notes all over. There were like more than ten of us, frankly speaking. It was crazy, I tell you. What with Ismail's graffiti on my foolscap and the chaotic matwep riots. Mr Faiz then became their personal history tutor. Too good that even some of their historic events went into my head! On the way back home, saw Syahid at the bus stop(: Bussed to Tamp with the other three jokers who bursted my laughter. Home sweet home by 7, planning to sleep at 8. Heckit with Social Studies, my brain is sponged out. Gnights! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=25-08-08_0928.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 418px; HEIGHT: 312px" height="480" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/25-08-08_0928.jpg" width="418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The One I Show My Silliest Expressions To, I ♥ You Half-Sister!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened in the toilet stays in there, swear kids can be mental with internal views.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-165381146292270286?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/165381146292270286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=165381146292270286&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/165381146292270286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/165381146292270286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-sunshine-when-skies-are-grey.html' title='My sunshine when skies are grey.'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-4707537407827123060</id><published>2008-08-24T17:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T18:05:38.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Away and not coming back = Major Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=24-08-08_1214.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 417px; HEIGHT: 307px" height="480" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/24-08-08_1214.jpg" width="321" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For two days straight, I've been mugging online with frequent checks of my mails. Above the level of enthusiasm that I brought my ss file along to mug for. Back from religious class, I did the usual routine online. Weekend assignment of social studies done, and now art. My coloring sucks and I hate color pencils. Whoever invented this uneven medium? *Scrunched up face* Since msn was being a good dog, I decided to just sign in for today. (I don't fancy msn, so don't ask twice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Webchat05.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 403px; HEIGHT: 289px" height="544" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/Webchat05.jpg" width="567" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Turns out, chats can really go crazy at home. We've added each other way long before but Qeelia couldn't relate to the connection that Elfac is Sarah Connor. Haha, how adorable! Tyqa is just so sweet, she's always the first to IM me whenever I go online. She still does that btw. Aw, so here's a conversation she wrote to me. Love you sweet thang! :D And currently, Danndelion Danial is being a jackass online that I kicked his coconuts right in the middle so you can figure this out, he'll have no Father's Day. Poor Cherryl. Go get yourself checked lah Evil Flower, before you're certified mandol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-4707537407827123060?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/4707537407827123060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=4707537407827123060&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/4707537407827123060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/4707537407827123060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/08/away-and-not-coming-back-major-hiatus.html' title='Away and not coming back = Major Hiatus'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-8229047067131966499</id><published>2008-08-23T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T16:48:37.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robbery of hearts / 080808</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 425px; HEIGHT: 293px" height="537" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC_0441.jpg" width="493" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;3 Friends, Stuck In The Deepest Misery Of Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strong longings to be with you still etches in my heart each time I read your four pages long text messages, conquering my inbox with your sincere promises. I know that you're a man of your words but words will just remain as that since talk is cheap. I'm not saying that we've made a mistake but it was too early on my part to have said yes. I miss you boyf, indeed I do. Sometimes I wish you'd just at least listen to how my day went, afterall I do want to run to the same guy I met on the platform at the end of the day. Fall For You in my playlist just worsens the whole love affair. We live near, but why is it so hard for a quick meet up? Busy people, busy lives. This won't end till we're done with our O's right? I'm sorry, this relationship will be put on hold for the timebeing. Status will be useless if it contains nothing at all. Tonight, I'll walk alone. I've set my special blue balloon free.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-8229047067131966499?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/8229047067131966499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=8229047067131966499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/8229047067131966499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/8229047067131966499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/08/robbery-of-hearts-080808.html' title='Robbery of hearts / 080808'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-4043142811344532435</id><published>2008-08-22T23:42:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T13:40:33.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kerana kawan tiada batasan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 157px; HEIGHT: 191px" height="170" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/Breaking.jpg" width="160" align="left" border="1" /&gt;Because friends, are just Friends unlike Partners In Love because there's nothing more to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with tragedy on a biting cold Friday. Fisheye lenses rented, I was up and ready for fireworks. Sadly someone crushed my enthusiasm just by a phonecall. I didn't answer your call just to be hung up on. You don't know how it feels like to be deprived of from freedom. I can't have a say in my own activities, many things that I'd want to experience before my youth ends. It's not too far really, just 3years away. My deepest secrets are still not known to Momma, and I have no idea how I'm gonna break it to her when tertiary education starts. You're not helping me at all in this, but instead blaming me for everything. Of course, I'm the younger sister here. Obviously you'd have the superior power since I have nothing to my name except for my unconditional love to you. No matter how filthy you spit your words out to me, I know I'll have to be there for you rain or shine. Sometimes I just hope that things between us are simpler, dear sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many requested for a fireworks outing this weekend but I've gotta give it a miss. Sorry I won't be able to catch the fireworks with you tomorrow Farihin, I've got subjects to mug for. Prelims got me all shaken that I seriously thought I was sitting for my OLevels during practical. Creepy, by the sound of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell sick in the wee hours of today, it felt so terrible. My stomach felt like it was having swims on its own and I threw up acidic liquid. Thinking back, I think my schoolmates thought I was bulimic. _l_ On a lighter note, I got 10/12 for social studies test which was truly, unbelievable. I told Mrs Tjan that I'm much more determined to study hard for it since those figures boosted my confidence much. Gyeah baby, Im'ma finish reading Chicken Soup right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 Days But Love Can Be So Boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-4043142811344532435?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/4043142811344532435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=4043142811344532435&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/4043142811344532435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/4043142811344532435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/08/kerana-kawan-tiada-batasan.html' title='Kerana kawan tiada batasan.'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-2532519740011237924</id><published>2008-08-21T01:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T01:41:42.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Zuee is moaning says:&lt;br /&gt;gosh lucky i remember people that i hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:30AM and I'm still chatting with Zuee.&lt;br /&gt;Practical later at noon, so no school in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Which means! Waking up slightly laaaaater.&lt;br /&gt;Okay wish me luck; that I'll not burn the lab down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-2532519740011237924?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/2532519740011237924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=2532519740011237924&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/2532519740011237924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/2532519740011237924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/08/zuee-is-moaning-says-gosh-lucky-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423059137425433285.post-4346469523405849225</id><published>2008-08-18T17:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T19:47:15.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farihin passed me this crap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Trans.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 447px; HEIGHT: 261px" height="452" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/Trans.jpg" width="635" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;1. The first person who tag/pass you is?&lt;br /&gt;Farihin ah ah ah! Lolol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Online friend, :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your five impression of him?&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious, hilarious, hilarious, hilarious and very beylo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she had done for you?&lt;br /&gt;Leaving a tag each time he drops by? (I'm sure you can do better than that, Farihin! Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable thing he/she had said to you?&lt;br /&gt;Verbally, none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If he/she become your lover, you will?&lt;br /&gt;I'll make sure he gets hell from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she become your lover, thing he/she has to improve on will be?&lt;br /&gt;Do more memorable things for me, but I doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If he/she become your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;I will make him my slave! *Evil laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If he/she become your enemy, the reason will be?&lt;br /&gt;We can never be rivals lah oei, evil thoughts sia kau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The most desired thing you want to do now with him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;Out on a date with him and Lola Dherose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your overall impression of him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;He's a very nice friend, and a loyal reader of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How you think people around you will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever they're feeling, their problem uh. I can't please everyone yknow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The characters you love of yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;That I'm me, Sarah Diyana, and I'm incomparable. Fuhhh, mcm p!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. On the contrary, the character you hate of yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;Fickle, and is the most terrible when it comes to anything love-related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;Elfac. Kenal? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. For people that care and like you, say something to them?&lt;br /&gt;I love you everyday of my life? Sounds corny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Pass this quiz to 10person that you wish to know how they feel about you. Pass to people with blogs only.&lt;br /&gt;1.Jannah 2.Lola 3.Razi 4.Darwisma 5.Syahid 6.Cassandra 7.Fir 8.Putri 9.Syafiq 10.Faiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who is no.6 having relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra; I don't know lah, why don't you try asking her instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is no. 9 a male or female?&lt;br /&gt;Syafiq; Male male male. Terpikat per?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;Fir&amp;Faiz; I doubt Fir knows my schoolmate Faiz. But if we're talking bout Fye, then it's possible. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What is no.2 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;Lola; Photography, Arts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When was the last time you had a chat with no.3?&lt;br /&gt;Razi; On Saturday, which was 2 days ago. Don't remind me bout it, I was in tears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What kind of music band does no.8 like?&lt;br /&gt;Putri; Punk Covers. That's the only band I know she listens to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Does no.1 have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Jannah; A sister and a brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Will you woo no.3?&lt;br /&gt;Razi; Nice one. We're already in love. (':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. How about no.7?&lt;br /&gt;Fir; You gotta be kidding me.. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Is no.4 single?&lt;br /&gt;Darwisma; I think so, but isn't she crushing on someone? Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What is the surname of no.5?&lt;br /&gt;Syahid; His family name would be his father's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What's the hobby of no.10?&lt;br /&gt;Faiz; play soccer eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Does no.5 and 9 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;Syahid&amp;Syafiq; They don't know each other lah deyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Where is no.2 studying at?&lt;br /&gt;Lola; Nafa uh, kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Talk something casually about no.1.&lt;br /&gt;Jannah; The short one who don't think she can grow anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you tried developing feelings for no.6?&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra; Not a need to try, I fell for her already(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Where does no.9 stays?&lt;br /&gt;Syafiq; Aw damn, I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What colour does no.4 like?&lt;br /&gt;Darwisma; Lemme guess, gween?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Are no. 5 and 1 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;Syahid&amp;Jannah; Not best of friends, but close ones perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Does no.1 have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;Jannah; Tiada lah, mati jgak itu binatang seh! Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;Fir; Dyou like fancy him or something? Oh no no, I've seen sexier ones. No offense eh Firrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What is no.6 doing now?&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra; Either in school or at home doing something. Ha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Days To Science Practical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Days To Prelims&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Days To Art Dateline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Days To Fasting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;63&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Days To OLevels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1423059137425433285-4346469523405849225?l=narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/feeds/4346469523405849225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1423059137425433285&amp;postID=4346469523405849225&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/4346469523405849225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1423059137425433285/posts/default/4346469523405849225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-intimidation.blogspot.com/2008/08/8-days-to-prelims-13-days-to-fasting-63.html' title='Farihin passed me this crap.'/><author><name>Elfacism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q199/tragicsarah/DSC00846.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
