<?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-1172042843436353921</id><updated>2012-01-28T00:36:07.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your sweetest hello,</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>420</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-851062121402659499</id><published>2011-05-08T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T01:59:33.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cbrqY_2nbjk/TcWIgdX-pHI/AAAAAAAAEmA/mD8deSbq2fY/s1600/IMG_2700.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cbrqY_2nbjk/TcWIgdX-pHI/AAAAAAAAEmA/mD8deSbq2fY/s400/IMG_2700.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604035402554844274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69);  line-height: 21px; -webkit-text-stroke- -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;color:rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Hi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; Today was as hot as yesterday. Possibly hotter. I stayed in the air conditioned room w minimal clothing throughout the whole day. Managed to complete another layer for my pretty roses! Final layer shall be completed by tomorrow. BTW, Chef Renuga postponed our class to Thursday, so there’s no need to rush. I still have daisies to make.. On a different note, I went out w brother to get Mom &amp;amp; Grandmama their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Mother’s Day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;gifts! Apart from that, I had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;1/4 chicken w Perry Chips &amp;amp; Mediterranean rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; for dinner and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;frozen yogurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; (again) &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;macarons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; for dessert! Tummy is rounder &amp;amp; happy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; 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the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-acBoMnVojso/TcQ10kjdJvI/AAAAAAAAEl4/LOjt2dn7nz8/s1600/IMG_2688.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-acBoMnVojso/TcQ10kjdJvI/AAAAAAAAEl4/LOjt2dn7nz8/s400/IMG_2688.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603663013637596914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69);  line-height: 21px; -webkit-text-stroke- -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;color:rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p    style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline- font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit;   vertical-align: baseline; font-family:inherit;font-size:14px;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p    style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline- font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit;   vertical-align: baseline; font-family:inherit;font-size:14px;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;It was scorching hot the whole of today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;It was as if the Sun was mocking us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;. Apart from that, I have a deadline to meet. 50 roses &amp;amp; 20 daisies, all to be done within three days? That is just plain absurd. I was pretty annoyed the whole day, given the blazing hot weather &amp;amp; the amount of flowers I had to make. I’m still not done yet though. I have more or less 24 hours to make sure that everything is done before my second class w Chef Renuga. On a not so different note, a dear aunt treated me to frozen yogurt before dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; It was pure bliss, especially on a hot day like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p    style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline- font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit;   vertical-align: baseline; font-family:inherit;font-size:14px;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;♥, nisbong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-2689669755895415606?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/2689669755895415606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=2689669755895415606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/2689669755895415606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/2689669755895415606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2011/05/of-flowers-sun.html' title='Of flowers &amp; the Sun'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-acBoMnVojso/TcQ10kjdJvI/AAAAAAAAEl4/LOjt2dn7nz8/s72-c/IMG_2688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-8359527333697605764</id><published>2011-04-24T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T00:38:24.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just stop for a minute, and smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zaitjiNDWVU/TbRRonH2_5I/AAAAAAAAElo/ouzezNm4UxA/s1600/Apr%2B15%252C%2B2011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zaitjiNDWVU/TbRRonH2_5I/AAAAAAAAElo/ouzezNm4UxA/s400/Apr%2B15%252C%2B2011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599189994866933650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do I begin this? Where do I even start? More than half a year has passed. 7 months to be exact. It had never crossed my mind how hectic college life can be. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;If you think high school is tiring, wait till you get into college&lt;/span&gt;. Classes, lectures and labs from 8 a.m till 5 p.m, which can sometimes drag on till 6 p.m. Rushing to complete tutorials at night. Oh, what a life! For 11 months, my routine was the same. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that I disliked being in college. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;College was exciting, no kidding&lt;/span&gt;. Albeit I am relieved that foundation is over, I can't help but to miss that hectic life I led for almost a year. I am currently on a 5 month holiday before I start with degree. I ain't looking for a job, well atleast not at the moment. I deserve this break. To be frank, I personally thing that I've worked really hard for my final semester. So, I am just praying and hoping for the best. In case you were wondering, yes, I am still determined to take up medicine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From now on, I will make it a point to update this online diary of mine more frequently. On a not so different note, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;nisbong.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt; just turned 3 on the 17th of April!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;nisbong ♥&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/1172042843436353921-8359527333697605764?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/8359527333697605764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=8359527333697605764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/8359527333697605764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/8359527333697605764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-stop-for-minute-and-smile.html' title='Just stop for a minute, and smile.'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zaitjiNDWVU/TbRRonH2_5I/AAAAAAAAElo/ouzezNm4UxA/s72-c/Apr%2B15%252C%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-3735911633537133985</id><published>2010-09-18T18:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T19:30:17.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I crash and burn when you're not here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Dear whoever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last time I was here, I claimed that I have changed. But here I am now, exactly like how I was back then. Still the girl who lack confidence and self esteem, afraid of her own shadows and is easily affected by people. I thought college would change me, make me stronger in a way. I thought living away form my family would turn me into an independent person, not having to depend on anyone else but myself. I realized that things don't always go the way we want it to. Five months in college, yet I still have not adapted to the new environment yet. I find it hard to fall asleep at night as my imagination tends to go astray. Walking to the toilet alone at night is probably the hardest task I have to face in college. And with a bladder as small as mine, I need to go to the toilet at the average of two to three times in the middle of the night. I refrain from drinking after the clock strikes 10, but sometimes I'd get thirsty which would lead to a battle, with myself. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Sometimes, I give in, only to wake up at 3 in the morning with a full bladder and feelings of regret.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a not so different note, I personally think that I am not doing that well in my studies. I realized that I have not been focusing lately. Frankly, I don't understand most of the things that I am studying. I'm acing all the memorizing subjects, but I'm not doing so good with all the understanding subjects. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;So what if I have a photographic memory instead of a smart brain.&lt;/span&gt; That doesn't give you the right to call me 'book smart'. I absolutely hate that term, might as well replace it with the term 'stupid'. Having geniuses as my classmates can be both good and bad. They motivate me to work harder while at the same time, they tend to bring me down. Don't get me wrong, I love all of them. Mid term results just came out and sadly, I didn't ace it. To make things worse, my mentor even ask me to reconsider taking up medicine after the foundation. I was totally devastated and ashamed with my results, which led to me lying about my results. Frankly, nobody knows my real result except for my mentor. Not even Mom. She expects so much from me, I can't even begin to imagine how she would react if she knew. Anyhow, finals are just around the corner, I am very determined to do better. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;No more feelings of regret from now on&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two days after I turned eighteen, I passed my driving test. I might not be the most confident driver in the world, but that doesn't give you the right to mock the way I drive. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;All I really want is someone who is patient enough to teach me and give me a few pointers, but I guess such person does not exist in this world.&lt;/span&gt; Five months later, I am still a sucky driver. How am I supposed to practice if everyone refuse to lend me their precious cars? It's unfair how my younger brother gets a car before I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have not been exercising regularly. In fact, I have not been exercising at all lately. I miss cheering, the one thing that makes me feel good about myself. But college has been keeping me so tied up that I don't have the time to go for cheer practices. Heck, I don't even have the time to hit the gym. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I think the lack of exercise is what causing me to go into depression&lt;/span&gt;. I feel lethargic all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels good to put all of that in black and white. I've had it bottled up inside of me for far too long. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don't need your sympathies, I just need you to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nisbong.&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/1172042843436353921-3735911633537133985?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/3735911633537133985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=3735911633537133985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/3735911633537133985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/3735911633537133985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-crash-and-burn-when-youre-not-here.html' title='I crash and burn when you&apos;re not here'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-413866763311726807</id><published>2010-05-11T20:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T21:39:51.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every now and then I get terrified</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/S-ldJJudGRI/AAAAAAAAEi8/eZYhgGjYdhc/s1600/Dear+Future.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/S-ldJJudGRI/AAAAAAAAEi8/eZYhgGjYdhc/s400/Dear+Future.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470005634229147922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hello,  dolls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been awhile, hasn't it? A great deal of things have changed in just a matter of months. I have changed, both &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;physically and emotionally&lt;/span&gt;. For instance, I've decided that it'd be best to start fresh with a new look and hence, I finally chopped off that long mane of mine after years of waiting patiently for it to grow. I must say, short hair are so much easier to deal with. And of course, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;less hair means less bad hair days&lt;/span&gt; for me. I've been bumming at home a lot nowadays, given the whole 'no school/work' deal. Sleeping and eating are my two best forte, for now. Due to that, weighing scales have become my biggest foe yet. I can literally feel my tummy expanding every single time I binge on something but lucky me, I have eased down on the bingeing. Or have I not? Considering that I am stuffing my face with food right now, as I type away on this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Mac Book&lt;/span&gt; that I bought for myself for acing that major exam last year! College/future talk has been the main topic over breakfast, lunch and dinner. It gets annoying at times because different people have extremely different point of views. I was accepted by a few colleges which I turned all of them down until I was offered a place at one of the newest &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;medical school&lt;/span&gt; in the country which so happens to be my dream college. I was on a roll, I finally stopped bumming around and started thinking about college, long and hard. But unfortunately, you can't always get what you want. I had to turn down their offer due to certain reasons that I rather not say. It was a heartbreaking decision, but a wise decision nonetheless. I accepted the offer from an older but a world-reknown university instead and I would be reporting myself in two weeks time. Frankly, I am terrified. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;College would be nothing like high school, or so I've heard&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a different note, I have been seeing someone new for the last four months or so. Some might think that I moved on a tad too fast, but hey everyone is allowed to have their own point of views. I must say that the last few months have been such a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;smooth ride&lt;/span&gt; for us and I am at a happy place now. Not to say that I wasn't happy before, just that I'm happier right where I am now. It's safe to say that I have grown more mature over the months. For instance, I have learned that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;fake smiles would only hurt me more&lt;/span&gt;. Plus, he've made me realized that opening up to people is so much better than keeping it bottled up inside. And I have never been more comfortable telling someone about my fears and secrets. Do you get me now when I tell you that I'm in a better place now? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I really am :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&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/1172042843436353921-413866763311726807?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/413866763311726807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=413866763311726807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/413866763311726807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/413866763311726807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2010/05/every-now-and-then-i-get-terrified.html' title='Every now and then I get terrified'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/S-ldJJudGRI/AAAAAAAAEi8/eZYhgGjYdhc/s72-c/Dear+Future.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-7493726623006723397</id><published>2010-03-01T22:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T23:41:51.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We can't play on broken strings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Hello pretty people&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as the year kicked off, my life had become too personal to be written down here. For that, I opted to get back to basic which is jotting them all down in a diary. Decisions, we come across them every waking hour. As most of you are already aware of, I ended my nineteen months long relationship not long ago. S&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;ome may see it as an act of selfishness, while few prefer not to judge&lt;/span&gt;. He was an amazing boy, no doubt. But given time, anything can fade. Yes I agree that he has flaws, but that doesn't come close to being the reason why I ended things. I accepted his flaws because no one in this world is born flawless. And no, it wasn't because of any fights. We barely had any misunderstandings. It was a smooth ride for a whole eighteen months, but things changed after that. He got caught up with something and we started falling apart slowly but surely. It felt like I barely know him, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;he had become a strange&lt;/span&gt;r. He wasn't the same boy that I took eleven months to fall in love with. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Although he was busy, that didn't mean he stopped loving me&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, I get that. It was me who fell out of love. That may have sounded selfish, but I don't expect anyone to understand why I threw away nineteen months just like that. People have their own ways in looking at things, that is something I don't have the power nor the strength to change. So I'll let you judge all you want because it doesn't matter, no one would understand unless they've been in my shoes. I'm not asking for sympathy, neither am I asking you to side me. What I've learnt from all of this is that, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;hurting someone hurts more than being hurt yourself&lt;/span&gt;. I'm still living in guilt for what I did to him. You don't just leave someone and not feel bad about it. I'm helping him to move on by carrying out his one and only favour, to stay as friends. I don't mind, because he surely is a great person and a good friend. Plus, I owe him that much. I would do anything to make things right again, although it doesn't include us getting back with each other. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;To let go doesn't mean to stop caring&lt;/span&gt;, because I still do care about him. Just not in the same way anymore. At the end of the day, I'm glad that we are in good terms and I can still call him, my friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Perfect couldn't keep this love alive&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;i&gt;I'm sorry&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/JvIcnVbAdQ3HnZS59lEHqw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SzXi7NNQxsI/AAAAAAAAD04/h_WjcsZb_7Y/s400/IMG_0387.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/babyangel.anis.75/LeCirquePromNight09?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Le Cirque, Prom Night 09&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1172042843436353921-7493726623006723397?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/7493726623006723397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=7493726623006723397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/7493726623006723397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/7493726623006723397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-cant-play-on-broken-strings.html' title='We can&apos;t play on broken strings'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SzXi7NNQxsI/AAAAAAAAD04/h_WjcsZb_7Y/s72-c/IMG_0387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-1745609858323649372</id><published>2010-01-12T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:04:53.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter just wasn't my season.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/S0yBTUPO-7I/AAAAAAAAELc/8drrUdM0CEY/s1600-h/tumblr_kw4r5uPbu51qzrkrxo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/S0yBTUPO-7I/AAAAAAAAELc/8drrUdM0CEY/s400/tumblr_kw4r5uPbu51qzrkrxo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425853819924708274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Hello,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Times like this, I realize how much I miss writing. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;When I write, I shut down everything around me.&lt;/span&gt; At this point of time, that's the only thing that I need. To just shut down everything and ramble on to myself, and only myself. I don't want to pick up the pieces and move on, not just yet. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I'm not done ye&lt;/span&gt;t. I need to feel this pain, and perhaps carve it on my heart so that I know better the next time. Not that I wish that there will be a next time, but just in case life decides to be a bitch again. On a not so different note, my feelings are pretty much not balanced right now. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;How can I decide what I want when I don't even know what I wan&lt;/span&gt;t? Perhaps it doesn't make sense, but it does to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This might be goodbye for you, but not for me, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;my friend&lt;/span&gt;. Need I remind you that I am a pretty &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;stubborn girl&lt;/span&gt;? I'm not ready to let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&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/1172042843436353921-1745609858323649372?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/1745609858323649372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=1745609858323649372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/1745609858323649372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/1745609858323649372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2010/01/winter-just-wasnt-my-season.html' title='Winter just wasn&apos;t my season.'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/S0yBTUPO-7I/AAAAAAAAELc/8drrUdM0CEY/s72-c/tumblr_kw4r5uPbu51qzrkrxo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-7353190430341725803</id><published>2010-01-12T20:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:32:07.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/S0x5dNg_zmI/AAAAAAAAELU/vPv9SRWG7_k/s1600-h/tumblr_kw4sq8LVPa1qzkwtuo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/S0x5dNg_zmI/AAAAAAAAELU/vPv9SRWG7_k/s400/tumblr_kw4sq8LVPa1qzkwtuo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425845193825832546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Hi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In just a split second, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;anything and everything can change&lt;/span&gt;. Your whole world can come tumblin' down, right in your face. Everything that you have worked so hard for in keeping, can just disappear. Everything that seems so right to you, can suddenly become so wrong. But that is nothing compared to when a friend is lost. One minute they are there, and the next they can just be gone, gone with the wind. Whether you like it, or not. Whether you're prepared for it, or not. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;One single slip, and that's all it takes&lt;/span&gt;. I did this to myself, so I have no one to depend on other than myself to get through this. I've hurt so many people along the way, I wouldn't want to be dragging any more people along with me while I get through this. I never intend for it to end like this, but I'm not capable of altering the future either. Everything happens for a reason, they say. But I still don't see the reason for this to happen. Or maybe I'm just in denial. How can I not be? I just wanted to protect a person's feelings, but I never knew it would cost me another person's feelings. Well, too late for anything now ain't it? This is why I used to keep myself away from people, because I somehow knew that I would screw everything up. I was proven right, the hard way. Tell me now, how do you reckon I live with myself now? How do I wake up in the morning and look at myself in the mirror? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;How do I forgive myself&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever I tell you to trust me, please don't. Ask those two people I've hurt, they will tell you exactly this : ' &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Never trust her&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frankly, I don't blame them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry for causing any trouble, but I sure hope that we can work things out in the future. When you finally decide to forgive me. Yes, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;both of you&lt;/span&gt;. I really treasure what I had with both of you and I'm not ready to let it go. Not just yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1172042843436353921-7353190430341725803?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/7353190430341725803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=7353190430341725803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/7353190430341725803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/7353190430341725803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2010/01/can-you-help-me-unravel-my-latest.html' title='Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/S0x5dNg_zmI/AAAAAAAAELU/vPv9SRWG7_k/s72-c/tumblr_kw4sq8LVPa1qzkwtuo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-6888376462400396943</id><published>2010-01-02T23:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:17:50.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Then up the stairs he would carry me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);   border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WCtR2SvcEYERD5NJh_0YwQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/S0NWqaRRheI/AAAAAAAAEIw/MckU2VEObRU/s400/22339_233072662258_539847258_3072649_2155353_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/babyangel.anis.75/NYE?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;NYE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ola,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, what do you know? I can already cross out one of the many things from my pretend new year's resolutions list. Surprise surprise, I finally made good use of the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;pool&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt; sure would be so proud of me, right on. Honestly, it was a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; super relaxing day&lt;/span&gt;. I wish for more days like this to come in this brand new year. On a different note, I didn't bother making any &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;new years resolution&lt;/span&gt; simply because they usually lasts for a month, at the most. So why bother? I shall be wise and not waste time. If I decide to change something about my life, then I will do as I wish. No need to jot it all down now, si? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thought so too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Spin me around, till I fall asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&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/1172042843436353921-6888376462400396943?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/6888376462400396943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=6888376462400396943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/6888376462400396943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/6888376462400396943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2010/01/then-up-stairs-he-would-carry-me.html' title='Then up the stairs he would carry me'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/S0NWqaRRheI/AAAAAAAAEIw/MckU2VEObRU/s72-c/22339_233072662258_539847258_3072649_2155353_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-6711131103168800482</id><published>2010-01-01T23:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:55:24.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me one good reason that we shouldn't get together tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);   border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/vz-niA7a9-6GkljViEuHAw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/S0GjCGNO9yI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/ufHMKKuQPdc/s400/DSC_0351.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/babyangel.anis.75/NYE?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;NYE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello new year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What better way is there to welcome a brand new year than with my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;loved ones&lt;/span&gt;? Without drunken bastards attempting (and sometimes succeeding too) in groping our assets, that is. Throw in some good ol' &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;pepperoni pizzas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;fizzy drinks&lt;/span&gt;, a horror movie namely &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Paranormal Activity&lt;/span&gt;, a game of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;twister&lt;/span&gt; (not nude twister, sadly) and we got ourselves one hell of an amazing night. Without even having to step foot outside of my comfort zone that is, my home. Not having to strap into our&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; 5 inch stilettos&lt;/span&gt; was definitely a plus. Screaming in our most high pitched voice while watching &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Paranormal Activity &lt;/span&gt;was such a funny sight, especially when the lads started screaming louder than us girls. The house was pitch black, mind you. The only light was coming from the telly, that's all. God forbid, how do you reckon we all sleep at night now? Being so hooked with the movie, we almost forgot the reason we were all gathering there. But fret not, we were just in time to catch the beautiful fireworks filling up the night sky with their pretty colours not from one, but from eight different places. Take that, hah! Hands down, the best &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;NYE celebration&lt;/span&gt;. For me, atleast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/3pJtEMIe94-LMTvUj9xCXw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/S0G71SJWFiI/AAAAAAAAEDw/7FIx1a6ypEA/s400/DSC_0401.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/babyangel.anis.75/NYE?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;NYE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Happy Twenty Ten, Dolls :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Let's embark on this new journey with a huge ass smile plastered on our pretty faces now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/e04AjJEKNigFds_4kQqeDQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/S0GPYLU-rFI/AAAAAAAAD-o/bkSYzqAmCj4/s400/DSC_0332.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/babyangel.anis.75/NYE?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;NYE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Another new year with you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&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/1172042843436353921-6711131103168800482?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/6711131103168800482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=6711131103168800482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/6711131103168800482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/6711131103168800482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2010/01/give-me-one-good-reason-that-we.html' title='Give me one good reason that we shouldn&apos;t get together tonight.'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/S0GjCGNO9yI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/ufHMKKuQPdc/s72-c/DSC_0351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-5003015468585753399</id><published>2009-12-31T15:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:00:18.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight Imma fight till we see the sunlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);   border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium; white-space: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 11px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/jIQc_j11YoABIQcG-7ldBw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SVehb5_OrMI/AAAAAAAABOI/Kb8A5bU0eHc/s400/s%27pore%2008%20052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/babyangel.anis.75/Singapore08?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Singapore 08&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Howdy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;New Year's Eve&lt;/span&gt; celebration this year will be in the comfort of my home with my favourite &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;girls&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; lads&lt;/span&gt;, good food (I hope), DVD's and definitely a few games of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Twister&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, I'm staying in this time. Unlike others, I am sticking to my vow which is not to end up at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;the Curve&lt;/span&gt;. Besides, I ain't a big fan of crowds anyway. Fingers crossed for an amazing night with my loved ones :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On a different note, I passed my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Undang&lt;/span&gt; test recently. Get this, I was just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;a mere one mark away from getting a 100% score&lt;/span&gt;. Don't get me wrong, I'm not bragging. I am surprised! Given the lack of studying. If it's not for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Mom's&lt;/span&gt; never ending nags, I wouldn't even have bothered to open the goddamn book, let alone read all &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;56 pages&lt;/span&gt; of the book. So yes, I am surprised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You build me up,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you break me down.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;I'll be around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-5003015468585753399?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/5003015468585753399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=5003015468585753399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/5003015468585753399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/5003015468585753399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/12/tonight-imma-fight-till-we-see-sunlight.html' title='Tonight Imma fight till we see the sunlight'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SVehb5_OrMI/AAAAAAAABOI/Kb8A5bU0eHc/s72-c/s%27pore%2008%20052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-4676879247177215815</id><published>2009-12-30T18:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T18:25:36.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the bed where you lie, is made up on your side</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SzspV4GnLqI/AAAAAAAAD7M/xGHWBdj5P-s/s1600-h/bibik%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SzspV4GnLqI/AAAAAAAAD7M/xGHWBdj5P-s/s400/bibik%27s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420972032284634786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey Loves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had to endure the feeling of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;losing a loved one&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; The feeling is excruciating. To be clear, I'm not talking about death or anything of that sort. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Bibik&lt;/span&gt;, whom I love to refer to as my &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;second Mom&lt;/span&gt;, boarded the plane at noon on Monday to reunite with her family once more after four years of being apart. A dear aunt said and I quote, '&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;there would not be enough tears to really portray how sad we all are that she has left&lt;/span&gt;'. Her words are undeniably true. Her service towards our family is incomparable, she is like none others. She's our own &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Superwoman&lt;/span&gt;. Never in a million years did we all think that she could be part of our family. But she is now, part of our family. She was like a mother to the three of us, always caring for us as a mother would to her own chilD. Her list of advices will always stay in my heart. I will pray every single day, for her return. She will always be welcome in our home&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things would be very different without her around. She has been so very dear to us all and as always, an absence of a family member or a loved one is hugely felt by most. And she is, without a doubt, family&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When you walked away, we count the steps that you take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WF8FP8DknAkExYEyMokPmw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Szsp0qw1sXI/AAAAAAAAD7U/GA6lCR-JSw0/s800/bibik-59.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/babyangel.anis.75/BibikSDeparture?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Bibik's Departure&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Till the ocean runs dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;We ♥ You, Bibik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-4676879247177215815?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/4676879247177215815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=4676879247177215815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/4676879247177215815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/4676879247177215815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-bed-where-you-lie-is-made-up-on.html' title='And the bed where you lie, is made up on your side'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SzspV4GnLqI/AAAAAAAAD7M/xGHWBdj5P-s/s72-c/bibik%27s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-5529327769125931235</id><published>2009-12-30T17:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T17:57:43.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You and me forever, you and me together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Szsj6H7wQbI/AAAAAAAAD7E/ztrXOngObNI/s1600-h/familylove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Szsj6H7wQbI/AAAAAAAAD7E/ztrXOngObNI/s400/familylove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420966057939583410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/YhkdxDmbrEO2pUIKau1zEg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Family dinner&lt;/span&gt; is always a bliss, especially when everyone you &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; is present. Although my family members is pretty small in number, we sure know how to have a jolly good time. Together, that is. These are the people whom I grew up with after &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt; passed away, more than ten years ago. Mom's two sisters are more like my own sisters. Well, I do treat them the same way I treat my own sister. We grew up under  one roof,&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; all eight of us&lt;/span&gt;. We had no particular rooms to ourselves, every room belongs to everyone. The best part about us is that we eat our meals together, all the time. As they say, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;a family that eats together stays together&lt;/span&gt;. I couldn't agree more. Over the past few years or so, our family has grown bigger with the addition of Bibik, an uncle and an uncle to be. Everyone started moving out of the rather huge house which I will always refer to as &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;our home&lt;/span&gt;. Even so, the bond between all of us stays. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Fly with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;We can go wherever you wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Told you It's hard to stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-5529327769125931235?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/5529327769125931235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=5529327769125931235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/5529327769125931235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/5529327769125931235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-and-me-forever-you-and-me-together.html' title='You and me forever, you and me together'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Szsj6H7wQbI/AAAAAAAAD7E/ztrXOngObNI/s72-c/familylove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-6302561340469384972</id><published>2009-12-30T16:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T17:20:52.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So come on and fly with me, As we make our great escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SzsaBg4Fq1I/AAAAAAAAD6c/25UChJGEAJI/s1600-h/DSC_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SzsaBg4Fq1I/AAAAAAAAD6c/25UChJGEAJI/s400/DSC_0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420955189777902418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ola amigos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I start, it's hard to stop. But screw it, not like I have anything to attend to nowadays. Last Friday, I witnessed my first &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;engagement&lt;/span&gt;. It was beautiful, I must say. I was given the honor to bake the cupcakes for the&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; future in-laws.&lt;/span&gt; I was definitely satisfied with my work, and I hope the feeling is mutual. But I let you be the judge, aight :) And thanks &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Baby D&lt;/span&gt;, for the amazing photographs &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0nO9q7WYy98LslJEevUHIQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SzY9oDPPGfI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/Hx-akdqZhpc/s400/DSC_0039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/babyangel.anis.75/YayaSEngagement?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Yaya's engagement&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Now, can you be my soldier please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;More to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-6302561340469384972?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/6302561340469384972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=6302561340469384972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/6302561340469384972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/6302561340469384972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-come-on-and-fly-with-me-as-we-make.html' title='So come on and fly with me, As we make our great escape'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SzsaBg4Fq1I/AAAAAAAAD6c/25UChJGEAJI/s72-c/DSC_0054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-8211603507256864049</id><published>2009-12-30T14:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T18:30:09.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The night of nights. It's our night, we'll do it right</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SzsTeYtoUqI/AAAAAAAAD6M/Cc3XNjqhiG4/s1600-h/IMG_0387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SzsTeYtoUqI/AAAAAAAAD6M/Cc3XNjqhiG4/s400/IMG_0387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420947989221364386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hello Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year is coming to an end. I regret not coming here to babble about the most magical night in my life, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Prom Night&lt;/span&gt;. But fret not, I still have time. Well, the countdown doesn't start for at least another thirty two hours. So, I'm still good. Like a dear friend once said, being part of the prom committee is truly a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;bittersweet experience&lt;/span&gt;. She said and I quote, '&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sometime ( most times actually) the bitter part tends to overweigh the sweetness of it&lt;/span&gt;'. I couldn't agree more. The lack of support from our own schoolmates almost crushed our dreams. Almost, but didn't succeed in doing so. And boy, have I never been more glad that it didn't? Indeed, I am. We believed in each other, although there are times when our &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;egocentric selves &lt;/span&gt;tend to trump over our friendship that took years to be built. But in the end, after all those chaos, we are still standing strong. And I am blessed to say that, the night that all eleven of us had dreamt of turned out to be such a magical night. For us, at least :) Ravishingly decorated ballroom, scrumptious feast, amazing acts, great music,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; lads in suits&lt;/span&gt; and etc. The girls were all dressed up beautifully and so were the boys. All in all, a magical night that I wish to relive. How I wish every night is Prom Night. But alas, another friend reminded me '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;If every night is prom night, then no night is prom night&lt;/span&gt;'. True that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures,&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/babyangel.anis.75/LeCirquePromNight09?feat=directlink"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm nine days late but,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Eighteen Months, Love ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥,&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-8211603507256864049?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/8211603507256864049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=8211603507256864049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/8211603507256864049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/8211603507256864049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/12/night-of-nights-its-our-night-well-do.html' title='The night of nights. It&apos;s our night, we&apos;ll do it right'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SzsTeYtoUqI/AAAAAAAAD6M/Cc3XNjqhiG4/s72-c/IMG_0387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-240681028260261909</id><published>2009-12-13T23:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T02:00:27.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've seen better days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SyUqvxqQO-I/AAAAAAAADzo/LDTxeszhwUY/s1600-h/Bongs+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SyUqvxqQO-I/AAAAAAAADzo/LDTxeszhwUY/s400/Bongs+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414781127255669730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ola amigos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Post midnight guilt&lt;/span&gt; : Munching on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;brownies&lt;/span&gt; and downing it with cold &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ribena.&lt;/span&gt; But what's there to worry when you can burn it all out on the treadmill the next day? I'm not one to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;stand on the scale &lt;/span&gt;every single day or get obsessed over my weight, but I do like to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;keep myself fit &lt;/span&gt;by exercising. Especially the ones that require sweating. I have this mentality that if I sweat alot, means I'm doing it right. Take cheer for example. Boy that sport makes you sweat like a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; big fat pig&lt;/span&gt;, no joke. But then is when you know you're giving your all. I definitely miss cheer, but I have not gone back to doing what I love the most yet. I'm in the midst of preparing my body for it. The&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; five months break&lt;/span&gt; is long, too long in fact. I can barely stretch, and that pretty much sucks when you are a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;cheerleader&lt;/span&gt;. But I'm determine to do this, so I shall be back on track in no time :) Pray for me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to drooling over &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;McDreamy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;McSteamy&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I want you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Every bits and pieces of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Buenna Notte, ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-240681028260261909?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/240681028260261909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=240681028260261909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/240681028260261909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/240681028260261909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-seen-better-days.html' title='I&apos;ve seen better days'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SyUqvxqQO-I/AAAAAAAADzo/LDTxeszhwUY/s72-c/Bongs+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-8656955838673213694</id><published>2009-12-11T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T23:12:44.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All you do is sit down in front of  a typewriter and bleed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SyJhUggHBfI/AAAAAAAADzQ/UMYHvN_-Zm0/s1600-h/.+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SyJhUggHBfI/AAAAAAAADzQ/UMYHvN_-Zm0/s400/.+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413996707002648050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hello,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt; A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed in again today, to sleep all day long. Now that's what I call a great day. Just lazing around the house, with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;telly &lt;/span&gt;on 24/7, catching up  on some &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;beauty sleep&lt;/span&gt;, stuffing myself silly with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;doughnuts&lt;/span&gt;, whipping up some &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;cupcakes&lt;/span&gt;, catching up on my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;all time favourite shows&lt;/span&gt; and etc. I was planning on spring cleaning this mess of a room, but I was just too darn lazy. Maybe tomorrow, if God wills. On a different note, my Swedish neighbour is flying back to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sweden&lt;/span&gt; with his family for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;. He was diagnosed with cancer not long ago. He told us that he might just not get to see us again because he doesn't have much time left. Pretty sad, right? Well, it made me shed a tear or two. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;But that's just how life is&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to catch up on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt; now while enjoying a glass of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Ice Blended&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Strawnana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (banana and strawberry), courtesy of&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Brother&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodnight, ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-8656955838673213694?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/8656955838673213694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=8656955838673213694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/8656955838673213694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/8656955838673213694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-you-do-is-sit-down-in-front-of.html' title='All you do is sit down in front of  a typewriter and bleed'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SyJhUggHBfI/AAAAAAAADzQ/UMYHvN_-Zm0/s72-c/.+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-6572164605248566651</id><published>2009-12-11T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T22:44:27.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like a wildfire, it keeps growing and growing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SyJavGP-wsI/AAAAAAAADzI/OFc100L417I/s1600-h/.+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SyJavGP-wsI/AAAAAAAADzI/OFc100L417I/s400/.+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413989467230749378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Salut Aime&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; We need time to dream, time to remember, and time to reach the infinite. Time to be.&lt;/span&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;                             &lt;div class="source"&gt;                                  -&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; was hectic, damn right it was. I was forced to hit the showers at the ass crack of dawn. Fine, I'm exaggerating. But it was pretty damn early, no kidding. Finally registered for&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; driving schoo&lt;/span&gt;l, amen. I'll be starting next weekend, sweet. I can barely wait till I can cruise along the highway, in my own set of wheels :) Next on the agenda, paying my&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; hairstylist&lt;/span&gt; a visit. I was contemplating the whole day on whether to cut off my long mane or just leave it be. Since I dream of having long hair during &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Prom Night, &lt;/span&gt;I ended up trimming it a lil bit and did some treatment. Boy, it felt good! Plus, it turned out nice too. Rushed home to change and straight to meet up &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;my silly boy ♥&lt;/span&gt; Our lunch/movie/dinner date were blissful, I sure miss that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;pretty face&lt;/span&gt;. Having watched all the other nice movies already, we ended up watching &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Zombieland&lt;/span&gt;. Funny story, real funny. Came home before curfew and baked some&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Lemon Cheese cupcakes&lt;/span&gt; for a dear aunt. Now do you agree when I said hectic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I do have a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;curfew&lt;/span&gt;. Frankly, I don't mind. It keeps me away from all those&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; fags, dopes booze&lt;/span&gt; and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You shine brighter than the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Au revoir, ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-6572164605248566651?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/6572164605248566651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=6572164605248566651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/6572164605248566651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/6572164605248566651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-like-wildfire-it-keeps-growing-and.html' title='It&apos;s like a wildfire, it keeps growing and growing'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SyJavGP-wsI/AAAAAAAADzI/OFc100L417I/s72-c/.+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-8557874614564494228</id><published>2009-12-11T21:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T22:14:36.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers call it cheating, we call it teamwork</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SyJRv6ERNEI/AAAAAAAADy4/H6NnoDQnO2Q/s1600-h/12168_220540596962_600551962_4086154_7455197_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SyJRv6ERNEI/AAAAAAAADy4/H6NnoDQnO2Q/s400/12168_220540596962_600551962_4086154_7455197_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413979585535620162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Salut les bonbons&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can have anything you want if you are willing to give up the belief that you can't have it &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dr Robert Anthony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in two months, I finally woke up at noon on &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;. I decided to stay at home to catch up on my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;beauty sleep&lt;/span&gt; and my all time favourite show, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Gossip Girls&lt;/span&gt;. It was sort of nice, staying at home. I wasn't planning on going out everyday anyways, I just don't. Plus, Mom just fired the driver. Life is so hard without a driver. I'm not being a spoiled arse bitch, but it's true. It's hard to get anywhere, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt; would never allow me on public transportations. I'm friggin' &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;seventeen&lt;/span&gt; and still, I'm not allowed to go on any of them. Makes everything harder. On the bright side, we're getting a new one next week. So I shall be patient for awhile, a week at the very least. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sister&lt;/span&gt; was kind enough to drop me off at the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Curve&lt;/span&gt;. Celebratory dinner with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;my girls&lt;/span&gt; was blissful, as per usual. And who can say no to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ikea meatballs&lt;/span&gt;, am I right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="quote"&gt;Even though I can’t solve your problems all the time,&lt;br /&gt;I will be there as your sounding board&lt;br /&gt;whenever you need me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Bonsoir, ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-8557874614564494228?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/8557874614564494228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=8557874614564494228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/8557874614564494228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/8557874614564494228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/12/teachers-call-it-cheating-we-call-it.html' title='Teachers call it cheating, we call it teamwork'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SyJRv6ERNEI/AAAAAAAADy4/H6NnoDQnO2Q/s72-c/12168_220540596962_600551962_4086154_7455197_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-6845696275033413067</id><published>2009-12-11T20:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T21:30:27.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All we need is a destination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SyJHY-XwYlI/AAAAAAAADyw/9NKXRPHGG0E/s1600-h/tumblr_ksxi75WvoZ1qze4yoo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SyJHY-XwYlI/AAAAAAAADyw/9NKXRPHGG0E/s400/tumblr_ksxi75WvoZ1qze4yoo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413968196437828178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hallo Welt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can dream it, you can do it&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Walt Disney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm three days late, and I am well aware of that. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mr Liberty&lt;/span&gt; has been keeping me so tied up, but I'm definitely not complaining. The books have yet to be stashed away but I'll get to them soon. The &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;blue &lt;/span&gt;and white uniforms that I had finally come to relish, have now retired peacefully. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Job well done&lt;/span&gt;, I must say. It was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;tiring battle&lt;/span&gt;, but boy I'm sure glad that it is all over now. The major exam would be the least of my concern, for the next three months at the very least, when &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;results day&lt;/span&gt; rolls over. It's time to breath and let loose. Contrary to popular belief, I did not spend my first night of freedom with&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; my girls&lt;/span&gt; nor did I spent it with&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; my boy&lt;/span&gt;. I ended up in the car, with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;sister &lt;/span&gt;driving and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt; in the backseat. Although we constantly argue about the smallest things, we are pretty close to each other. It might be the short age gap, he's sixteen and she's eighteen. We can relate to each other quite well because of that. Our initial plan was to swap stories over dinner but ended up with me scoring a leopard printed dress and a grey high waisted skirt. Being short of cash, we came home to have dinner instead. But it was a fun night, I could almost feel all the&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; burden&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;anxiety&lt;/span&gt; flowing out, away from me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It felt good, so so good&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll wait here forever, just to see your smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Guten Tag, &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-6845696275033413067?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/6845696275033413067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=6845696275033413067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/6845696275033413067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/6845696275033413067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-we-need-is-destination.html' title='All we need is a destination'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SyJHY-XwYlI/AAAAAAAADyw/9NKXRPHGG0E/s72-c/tumblr_ksxi75WvoZ1qze4yoo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-1186490188056853402</id><published>2009-12-06T01:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T02:32:58.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only time would just slow down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SxqnGZITOCI/AAAAAAAADyU/QzN5kBRZjew/s1600-h/2965318372_9e7a33de84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SxqnGZITOCI/AAAAAAAADyU/QzN5kBRZjew/s400/2965318372_9e7a33de84.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411821630505826338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Ola!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;menses&lt;/span&gt; finally came, after being late for a couple of days. I absofuckinglutely&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; hate it when that happens. The cramps become more agonizing, a sudden lost of appetite and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;feelings of lethargy&lt;/span&gt; usually takes control over me. After god knows how many weeks of waking up at about the same time as the Sun, I woke up today with the Sun already shining at it's best. Even so, I still refused to hit the showers. I gave in to laziness and stayed under the covers for what seemed like an eternity. My eyes stay glued to the ceiling, zero thoughts running through my mind. I can't recall the last time I just stared at something for so long, not bothering about anything at all. I guess the books have been keeping me so tied up. So, I decided to take a break from them today, felt like I deserve to do so. I ended up watching &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;High School Musica&lt;/span&gt;l, all three of 'em. The third one's definitely my favourite because I can actually relate to it. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Senior Year&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Graduation Night&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Prom Night&lt;/span&gt; and etc. It kinda hit me that high school is not forever, in fact it's almost over. I have only one day left, to be exact. I wonder what's going to happen after this. Where would we end up? Would the friendship that took years to built be able to stand the distance? Would we still be the same person we are today, or would we turn out to become a total stranger to each other? Honestly, there's nothing I am more petrified than &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;changes in life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sure hope I'll be strong enough when the time comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You need to stop being so adorable.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Buena Notte, ♥&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/1172042843436353921-1186490188056853402?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/1186490188056853402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=1186490188056853402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/1186490188056853402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/1186490188056853402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-only-time-would-just-slow-down.html' title='If only time would just slow down'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SxqnGZITOCI/AAAAAAAADyU/QzN5kBRZjew/s72-c/2965318372_9e7a33de84.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-4407099965916503940</id><published>2009-12-05T00:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T01:38:24.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Prudence, won't you come out and play?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SxlIo9wCnrI/AAAAAAAADyM/MvwgIs1xawo/s1600-h/tumblr_ku23gx0Czo1qzbqvao1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SxlIo9wCnrI/AAAAAAAADyM/MvwgIs1xawo/s400/tumblr_ku23gx0Czo1qzbqvao1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411436295870389938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Hello,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's after midnight, and I can't quite recall the last time I was up at this time of the day. Or night, whatever you call it. Usually, I would already be curled up in bed, getting ready to jet off to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Dreamland&lt;/span&gt;. But since my next paper, which so happens to be my last, would only be on Tuesday, it wouldn't hurt for me stay up for an extra couple of hours. Ah yes, believe it or not, the big war is finally coming to an end. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Freedom&lt;/span&gt; is just around the corner, getting ready to greet me with great joy :) Before this, my only plan after my last paper was to come home straight and snuggle up under my covers. But as of yesterday, I think I might just have other plans too. Sleep would come first, definitely. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;The girls&lt;/span&gt; and I are planning to go out for dinner, somewhere nice and not packed with people. Malls are definitely out of the question. Since most of us can now drive, I don't think we'll be having any problems that night :) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Silly Boy&lt;/span&gt; won't be able to make it, since his last paper would only be a day later. Sad, but I'll survive. Frankly, I'm not really looking forward to going out that much. I think it would be nice to just laze around at home and just chill, something I haven't done for quite awhile already. What I'm really looking forward to is going back to cheer. Oh how I miss &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;cheering&lt;/span&gt;! Plus, I'm planning to continue my ice skating classes that have been put on hold for god knows how long. The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;skating shoes&lt;/span&gt; are practically collecting dust in the room, I kid you not! On top of that, I think it would be wise for me to earn some extra cash since I haven't been shopping for so long. Might be working in a day care, taking care of little kids. I love kids, they are like a bundle of joy. And &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Prom Night&lt;/span&gt;, that's definitely something to look forward to. Haven't managed to score a dress yet, but I'll get to it once this is all over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should head to bed now, Goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I want you so bad, it's driving me mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Sweet Dreams, ♥&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/1172042843436353921-4407099965916503940?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/4407099965916503940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=4407099965916503940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/4407099965916503940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/4407099965916503940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-prudence-wont-you-come-out-and.html' title='Dear Prudence, won&apos;t you come out and play?'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SxlIo9wCnrI/AAAAAAAADyM/MvwgIs1xawo/s72-c/tumblr_ku23gx0Czo1qzbqvao1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-1713483950053898208</id><published>2009-11-27T23:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T23:36:19.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a chance and take it easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sw_xnJR_KcI/AAAAAAAADx0/Hy7IuWO5H4Y/s1600/tumblr_ktfyf96YPe1qa99p4o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 376px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sw_xnJR_KcI/AAAAAAAADx0/Hy7IuWO5H4Y/s400/tumblr_ktfyf96YPe1qa99p4o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408807332303808962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Hi&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First and foremost, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Happy Eidhul Adha&lt;/span&gt; to all Muslims. Don't you just love the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;festive seasons&lt;/span&gt;? I know I do. I mean c'mon, what is there not to like about 'em? First, there's the food. Then, it's the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;moolahs&lt;/span&gt;! Although some festive seasons do not include money. Sad, but true. Being an SPM candidate, I was only allowed to celebrate until noon. Then, it was back to the usual brain drilling session. I even had to attend &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt; class after lunch, which totally killed the festive mood. But if that's what it takes to get those&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;A+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;, I'm fine with it then. On a bright side, I still get to eat alot. So all was good :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a different note, sister invited me to join her watch &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. I was reluctant in saying yes, at first. But after much persuasion, I gave in and called Mom. She told me that I was big enough to make my own decision. So I asked &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Silly Boy&lt;/span&gt; to join us as well. And boy, was I glad that I did tag along? Yes, indeed. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Taylor Lautner &lt;/span&gt;is officially the new Sex God! (I still Love you, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Chuck Bass&lt;/span&gt;) Plus, the movie was amazing although most parts caused me to tear up. Can't wait for&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; Eclipse&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Getting the chance to gaze upon your pretty face after so long,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;was definitely a bliss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta run, see you around &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-1713483950053898208?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/1713483950053898208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=1713483950053898208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/1713483950053898208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/1713483950053898208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/11/take-chance-and-take-it-easy.html' title='Take a chance and take it easy'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sw_xnJR_KcI/AAAAAAAADx0/Hy7IuWO5H4Y/s72-c/tumblr_ktfyf96YPe1qa99p4o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-5628884648351572254</id><published>2009-11-25T22:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T23:58:55.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My career path was much more exciting when I was five.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sw1UMh4nBrI/AAAAAAAADxk/CaGaqUUyuKg/s1600/tumblr_ktijnmzCRe1qzb3seo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sw1UMh4nBrI/AAAAAAAADxk/CaGaqUUyuKg/s400/tumblr_ktijnmzCRe1qzb3seo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408071301772805810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif;font-size:78%;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 13px;font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Good day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sw1SbmC7eNI/AAAAAAAADxU/_-2cWsegUTE/s1600/tumblr_ktfyf96YPe1qa99p4o1_400.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sw1SbmC7eNI/AAAAAAAADxU/_-2cWsegUTE/s1600/tumblr_ktfyf96YPe1qa99p4o1_400.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;If you think you can do it, you can. If you think you can't, you're right- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Henry Ford&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;taste of freedom&lt;/span&gt; have finally reached the tip of my tongue. Before long, I would be smothered by it. They say that time flies when you are having fun. Little did I know that it works both ways, that time do fly too when you least expect it to. The fact that I've sat for a total of fourteen papers still seems surreal. Now it's down to the last three subjects, the three subjects that I fear the most. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;. Can't you feel my heart accelerating? Well, maybe I'm just suffering from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;post Additional Mathematics syndrome&lt;/span&gt;. That one nearly broke me into pieces, for the second time. But I'll be fine. My only aim now is to ace the last nine papers and at the same time pray that I've done well for the other fourteen. On a different note, my next paper won't be until Monday. Hello, bed! And of course books, obviously. On a much different note, the reality show called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Bang Bang Boom&lt;/span&gt; finally aired our episode. God forbid, that was the funniest shit! My dignity is now officially gone, gone with the wind. On a bright side, at least our stunts looked cool. Which is definitely a plus! If you didn't manage to catch it, good for you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I almost forgot. Something came for me in the mailbox today, from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Mag&lt;/span&gt;. It was a Good Luck letter. I am deeply touched by how good of a friend she is. One of the many reasons &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I Love her ♥&lt;/span&gt; Plus, I finally received the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Graduation&lt;/span&gt; photo. And boy, it's huge. I wonder where I'm going to hang it. My room is already a mess as it is, yikes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be heading to bed soon, so that I can wake up before &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;the Sun&lt;/span&gt; does (which I doubt so) and make myself some &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Nutella-filled crepe&lt;/span&gt; with slices of bananas for breakfast! Can't remember the last time I had that, probably ages ago. I'll be around :) Sweet Dreams, xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Three weeks without seeing your pretty face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I still don't know how I'm going to survive another two weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1172042843436353921-5628884648351572254?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/5628884648351572254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=5628884648351572254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/5628884648351572254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/5628884648351572254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-career-path-was-much-more-exciting.html' title='My career path was much more exciting when I was five.'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sw1UMh4nBrI/AAAAAAAADxk/CaGaqUUyuKg/s72-c/tumblr_ktijnmzCRe1qzb3seo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-5405384700822749192</id><published>2009-11-21T19:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T19:39:53.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for colouring my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SwfRgkJOpwI/AAAAAAAADxM/TyKMAWZnQmE/s1600/tumblr_kt4ttrsfqk1qa99p4o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SwfRgkJOpwI/AAAAAAAADxM/TyKMAWZnQmE/s400/tumblr_kt4ttrsfqk1qa99p4o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406520235069974274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Dear Love&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt; You are my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;best friend&lt;/span&gt; as well as my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lover&lt;/span&gt;, and I do not know which side of you I enjoy the most. What I know is that, I treasure both sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Seventeenmonthsandcounting ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="quote"&gt;♥,&lt;br /&gt;Your girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&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/1172042843436353921-5405384700822749192?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/5405384700822749192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=5405384700822749192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/5405384700822749192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/5405384700822749192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanks-for-colouring-my-life.html' title='Thanks for colouring my life'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SwfRgkJOpwI/AAAAAAAADxM/TyKMAWZnQmE/s72-c/tumblr_kt4ttrsfqk1qa99p4o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-6139482626841408836</id><published>2009-11-20T17:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T18:25:13.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hear thunder, but there's no rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SwZrW_hCJvI/AAAAAAAADws/dhmliLB9Zro/s1600/tumblr_ktcaqttggX1qasngmo1_400.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SwZrW_hCJvI/AAAAAAAADws/dhmliLB9Zro/s400/tumblr_ktcaqttggX1qasngmo1_400.png.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406126445456140018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey Loves,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Gratefulness is the key to a happy life that we hold in our hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days of battle has passed and I am glad to say that&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; I am still in one piece&lt;/span&gt;. Although &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt; almost broke whatever I still have left in me, I still managed to pick up the tiny pieces and moved on. And that's what I'm currently doing, moving on. What's done is done. God knows what's best for me and if He thinks that I should &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;fail in order to succeed&lt;/span&gt;, then be it. I have given my best, although my best is not that much. Contrary to popular belief, I am actually pretty calm right now. In fact, I think most of us are at ease at the mo', since we have parted ways with &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt;. The next paper would only be on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;, so I can take this two days off to relax my brain. Fret not, some &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;brain drilling sessions&lt;/span&gt; will be thrown in between, of course. On a different note, that would be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;eight papers down, fifteen left to endure&lt;/span&gt;. Time really do fly, si? The next thing I know, I would probably be behind my wheels, cruising along the highway, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; being the least of my concern. That'll be the day, ah yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might have been struck by the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;SPM &lt;/span&gt;curse (not that there are any). The night before it all begun was a total nightmare. I vomited twice and my tummy hurt like friggin' hell. Mom gave me a total of six jabs and I was put on drip the rest of the night. So I pretty much had only two hours of shut eye. But luckily, all was good the next day. But not for long. I'm currently suffering from an allergic reaction. God forbid, I look like I've been abused, I kid you not! As far as I'm concerned, I'm not allergic to anything. Which makes everything slightly odd. Maybe I've been put on a test by God, who knows. If that is so,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; I shall endure all of this with grave patience&lt;/span&gt; then :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" class="quote"&gt;I love you more than there are stars in the sky and fish in the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, Hearts &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-6139482626841408836?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/6139482626841408836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=6139482626841408836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/6139482626841408836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/6139482626841408836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-loves-three-days-of-battle-has.html' title='I hear thunder, but there&apos;s no rain'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SwZrW_hCJvI/AAAAAAAADws/dhmliLB9Zro/s72-c/tumblr_ktcaqttggX1qasngmo1_400.png.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-6634731077067973346</id><published>2009-11-19T23:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T00:02:21.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SwVqZnqn6gI/AAAAAAAADwk/xJgHK0ZCKtc/s1600/tumblr_korx0mIJLt1qzyrwvo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SwVqZnqn6gI/AAAAAAAADwk/xJgHK0ZCKtc/s400/tumblr_korx0mIJLt1qzyrwvo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405843916105181698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ola!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This text came out for&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; SPM's English summary&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The passengers on the bus watched sympathetically as the attractive young woman with the white cane made her way carefully up the steps. She paid the driver and, using her hands to feel the location of the seats, walked down the aisle and found the seat he had told her was empty. Then she settled in, placed her briefcase on her lap and rested her cane against her leg.It had been a year since Safiya, thirty-four, became blind. Due to a medical misdiagnosis she had been rendered sightless, and she was suddenly thrown into a world of darkness, anger,frustration and self-pity. Once a fiercely independent woman, Safiya now felt condemned by this terrible twist of fate to become a powerless, helpless burden on everyone around her."How could this have happened to me?" she would plead, her heart knotted with anger. But no matter how much she cried or ranted, she knew the painful truth her sight was never going to return. A cloud of depression hung over Safiya's once optimistic spirit. Just getting through each day was an exercise in frustration and exhaustion. And all she had to cling to was her husband Meraj&lt;a href="http://www.ezsoftech.com/islamic/meraj.asp"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; Meraj was an Air Force officer and he loved Safiya with all of his heart. When she first lost her sight, he watched her sink into despair and was determined to help his wife gain the strength and confidence she needed to become independent again. Meraj's military background had trained him well to deal with sensitive situations, and yet he knew this was the most difficult battle he would ever face.Finally, Safiya felt ready to return to her job, but how would she get there? She used to take the bus, but was now too frightened to get around the city by herself. Meraj volunteered to drive her to work each day, even though they worked at opposite ends of the city. At first, this comforted Safiya and fulfilled Meraj's need to protect his sightless wife who was so insecure about performing the slightest task. Soon, however, Meraj realized that this arrangement was not working - it was hectic, and costly. Safiya is going to have to start taking the bus again, he admitted to himself. But just the thought of mentioning it to her made him cringe. She was still so fragile, so angry. How would she react? Just as Meraj predicted, Safiya was horrified at the idea of taking the bus again. "I am blind!" she responded bitterly. "How am I supposed to know where I am going? I feel like you are abandoning me."Meraj's heart broke to hear these words, but he knew what had to be done. Meraj promised Safiya that each morning and evening he would ride the bus with her, for as long as it took, until she got the hang of it. And that is exactly what happened. For two solid weeks, Meraj, military uniform and all, accompanied Safiya to and from work each day. Meraj taught her how to rely on her other senses, specifically her hearing, to determine where she was and how to adapt to her new environment. Meraj helped her befriend the bus drivers who could watch out for her and save her a seat. Meraj made her laugh, even on those not-so-good days when she would trip exiting the bus or drop her briefcase. Each morning they made the journey together and Meraj would take a cab back to his office. Although this routine was even more costly and exhausting than the previous one, Meraj knew it was only a matter of time before Safiya would be able to ride the bus on her own. Meraj believed in her, in the Safiya he used to know before she would lost her sight, who was not afraid of any challenge and who would never, ever quit. Finally, Safiya decided that she was ready to try the trip on her own. Monday morning arrived, and before she left, she threw her arms around Meraj, her temporary bus riding companion, her husband, and her best friend. Her eyes filled with tears of gratitude for his loyalty, his patience, his love. Safiya said good-bye, and for the first time, they went their separate ways. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday... Each day on her own went perfectly and Safiya had never felt better. Safiya was doing it! She was going to work all by herself! On Friday morning, Safiya took the bus to work as usual. As she was paying for her fare to exit the bus, the driver said, "Sister, I sure envy you&lt;a href="http://www.ezsoftech.com/stories/mis43.asp"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;"Safiya was not sure if the driver was speaking to her or not. After all, who on earth would ever envy a blind woman who had struggled just to find the courage to live for the past year? Curious, she asked the driver, "Why do you say that you envy me?" The driver responded, "It must feel so good to be taken care of and protected like you are." Safiya had no idea what the driver was talking about, and asked again, "What do you mean?" The driver answered, "You know, every morning for the past week, a fine looking gentleman in a military uniform has been standing across the corner watching you when you get off the bus. He makes sure you cross the street safely and he watches you until you enter your office building. Then he blows you a kiss, gives you a little salute and walks away. You are one lucky woman." Tears of happiness poured down Safiya's cheeks. For although she could not physically see him, she had always felt Meraj's presence. Safiya was lucky, so lucky, for he had given her a gift more powerful than sight, a gift she did not need to see to believe - Gift of Love that can bring light where there had been darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*Only the names had been changed and maybe some not so important parts had been cut off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It deeply moved me, I teared up while in the midst of reading this. Thank god the invigilators did not ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Be back, soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1172042843436353921-6634731077067973346?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/6634731077067973346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=6634731077067973346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/6634731077067973346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/6634731077067973346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/11/ola-this-text-came-out-for-spms-english.html' title=''/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SwVqZnqn6gI/AAAAAAAADwk/xJgHK0ZCKtc/s72-c/tumblr_korx0mIJLt1qzyrwvo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-7210039683098905522</id><published>2009-11-17T16:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:06:34.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all down to this, let's get on with it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SwJmkIkMeWI/AAAAAAAADwc/dypuk-uAH84/s1600/tumblr_kt8l78WdSW1qzbqvao1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SwJmkIkMeWI/AAAAAAAADwc/dypuk-uAH84/s400/tumblr_kt8l78WdSW1qzbqvao1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404995273758636386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Time to put on my boxing gloves and fight like a bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pray for me, Loves &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I miss you, boy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'll be back soon, sooner than you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-7210039683098905522?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/7210039683098905522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=7210039683098905522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/7210039683098905522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/7210039683098905522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-all-down-to-this-lets-get-on-with.html' title='It&apos;s all down to this, let&apos;s get on with it.'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SwJmkIkMeWI/AAAAAAAADwc/dypuk-uAH84/s72-c/tumblr_kt8l78WdSW1qzbqvao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-3710922592142224036</id><published>2009-11-17T00:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T00:14:32.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me the chocolate and nobody get's hurt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SwF5zFP1FJI/AAAAAAAADwU/BPxC86ySYg0/s1600/tumblr_kou6jgPBpE1qztggxo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SwF5zFP1FJI/AAAAAAAADwU/BPxC86ySYg0/s400/tumblr_kou6jgPBpE1qztggxo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404734946310165650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Breathe. Let go. And remind yourself that this very moment is the only one you know you have for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has finally reached the point where I don't even know what to do anymore. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I need to breath&lt;/span&gt;, yet at the same time, I feel like I still don't know everything there is to know. Which totally suck because frankly, I was hoping that I would know everything by now. Scratch that, I should know everything by now. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Deep breaths&lt;/span&gt;, now. This ain't the time to cram everything anymore, I would just upset my brain even further.  So, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;time to relax&lt;/span&gt;.  And let God decide what's best for me because after all, He's the only one who knows what's best for everyone.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Hang in there, brain&lt;/span&gt;. This will all end soon. That, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I promise you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I am busy at the mo'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Busy loving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;G'Night &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-3710922592142224036?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/3710922592142224036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=3710922592142224036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/3710922592142224036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/3710922592142224036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/11/give-me-chocolate-and-nobody-gets-hurt.html' title='Give me the chocolate and nobody get&apos;s hurt.'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SwF5zFP1FJI/AAAAAAAADwU/BPxC86ySYg0/s72-c/tumblr_kou6jgPBpE1qztggxo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-512315506149557763</id><published>2009-11-15T22:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:09:41.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The break is over, time to take over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SwAYbcajnRI/AAAAAAAADwE/gZDkTfrXz7I/s1600-h/tumblr_kskk9vVutk1qze4yoo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SwAYbcajnRI/AAAAAAAADwE/gZDkTfrXz7I/s400/tumblr_kskk9vVutk1qze4yoo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404346412607708434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hello,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't ask what the meaning of life is. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You define it, yourself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have suddenly lost the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;mojo &lt;/span&gt;to study. The fact that the battle is just&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; two &lt;/span&gt;days away doesn't make it any better. For reasons unbeknown to me, I felt extremely nauseas the whole day. To say that I don't eat enough would be a total lie because frankly, I eat more than I usually do, given that my brain needs the extra glucose to function at it's maximum. Plus, I do exercise regularly. Maybe not as much as I am used to, but given the limited amount of time, I think it's rather sufficient. Might just be the stress acting on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should take a moment, to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;just breath&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That feels so good :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Even when the sky is falling down,&lt;br /&gt;You'll be my only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-512315506149557763?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/512315506149557763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=512315506149557763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/512315506149557763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/512315506149557763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/11/break-is-over-time-to-take-over.html' title='The break is over, time to take over'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SwAYbcajnRI/AAAAAAAADwE/gZDkTfrXz7I/s72-c/tumblr_kskk9vVutk1qze4yoo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-3506731726383144279</id><published>2009-11-14T23:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T00:21:08.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dreams are in the palm of my hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sv7XHw85ZvI/AAAAAAAADv8/Fn-dtIdXqM4/s1600-h/tumblr_ksnd5g8SXY1qzdroso1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sv7XHw85ZvI/AAAAAAAADv8/Fn-dtIdXqM4/s400/tumblr_ksnd5g8SXY1qzdroso1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403993131290552050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hi&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Success is never permanent, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Failure is never the end&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've no idea who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna keep this as short as possible since I've promised myself that I'll be in bed by midnight. This will go on for the next four weeks, till the battle ends that is. Which reminds me, the big day is three days away! But let's not call it '&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;the big day&lt;/span&gt;' now, shall we? Because frankly, the first thing that comes to my mind when those exact words are being said, is the day when I would be &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;walking down the aisle&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;To the man of my dreams&lt;/span&gt;, of course. Anyway, no time for those kind of silly thoughts now. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Time has become  something rather precious these days&lt;/span&gt;, mind you. Twenty four hours in a day suddenly seems so friggin' short, no kidding. But this will all end very soon. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Patience is virtue&lt;/span&gt;, they say. I'll be holding on to that :) I am glad to say that I've finally finished revising two years worth of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt;. But it's frustrating that I still can't get my facts straight, I keep mixing everything together. My &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;timeline&lt;/span&gt; is all over the place and I can't recall every single person who've created History. There are just too much! People should really stop creating History, then life would be so much easier. Or not, depends on how you see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I tend to break my promises nowadays. I promised to make this short, but it looks like I've written a novel (exaggerating a little bit). Plus, I promised that I'll be in bed by midnight. Look where I still am at the moment (and probably for another half an hour, at the very least). Guess that's my cue, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;G'Night&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Round two of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt; coming right up. Tomorrow, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;The man of my dreams, You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sweet dreams ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-3506731726383144279?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/3506731726383144279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=3506731726383144279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/3506731726383144279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/3506731726383144279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-dreams-are-in-palm-of-my-hands.html' title='My dreams are in the palm of my hands'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sv7XHw85ZvI/AAAAAAAADv8/Fn-dtIdXqM4/s72-c/tumblr_ksnd5g8SXY1qzdroso1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-8718398568927048259</id><published>2009-11-13T23:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T00:04:57.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are we gonna be when we have turned twenty-five?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sv2AbGeGdfI/AAAAAAAADv0/XMkRR0OsMMw/s1600-h/tumblr_kstvqjjgH31qze4yoo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sv2AbGeGdfI/AAAAAAAADv0/XMkRR0OsMMw/s400/tumblr_kstvqjjgH31qze4yoo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403616330996151794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ola&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never say 'I have failed'. Say '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have not yet succeeded&lt;/span&gt;' -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the family of Sri Aman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was it. The&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; last day of High School&lt;/span&gt;. Probably the best day of High School, I kid you not. Getting our school uniforms signed on was a chaotic event. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sharpies&lt;/span&gt; flying all over the place, friends drawing on your bust and vajayjay, teachers giving you the look, plus &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sprinkles of laughters&lt;/span&gt; here and there. How can that not be fun? In the midst of all those craziness, we were reminded that we still need to use our school uniform for another three weeks. Without missing a beat, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;vulgar words&lt;/span&gt; came rolling out from each and everyone's tongue. For a second only, mind you. Then we were back at it, with a little added chaos. To top it all, I had the most amazing time with the first class company of&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; my favourite girls&lt;/span&gt;, after the chaos had alleviated. We locked ourselves in the car and started goofing around, all four of us. With some deep and meaningful conversations in between, as per usual. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Post-SPM&lt;/span&gt;  activities have been planned, ie shopping for prom dresses, driving class that was put on hold, shopping escapades with the girls,  roadtrips with the girls+lads, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Prom Nigh&lt;/span&gt;t itself and etc. Boy, I sure can't wait! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Twenty five days&lt;/span&gt; till we can drink to the sweet taste of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures, when I get them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, the battle is four days away. I am down to the last three chapters of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt;. Then, it's gonna be round two of '&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;cramming two years worth of History&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me, Loves &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Buenna Notte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-8718398568927048259?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/8718398568927048259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=8718398568927048259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/8718398568927048259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/8718398568927048259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-are-we-gonna-be-when-we-have.html' title='Where are we gonna be when we have turned twenty-five?'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sv2AbGeGdfI/AAAAAAAADv0/XMkRR0OsMMw/s72-c/tumblr_kstvqjjgH31qze4yoo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-2384840131184701866</id><published>2009-11-12T01:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T09:43:10.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise me You'll be my first thought in the morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Svr5Tc6186I/AAAAAAAADvk/kYPRkb2E1j4/s1600-h/tumblr_kpjbcus0me1qa0x9xo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Svr5Tc6186I/AAAAAAAADvk/kYPRkb2E1j4/s400/tumblr_kpjbcus0me1qa0x9xo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402904815560160162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Good day&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock on the wall shows that it's already way past my bedtime. Just got off the phone with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;my one and only&lt;/span&gt;. It has been awhile since I last heard his voice at this hour of the day, he usually dozed off way before my eyes even showed any signs of betrayal. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;History bible&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Maths equations&lt;/span&gt; and such has been keeping both of us tied up. Despite that, he did manage to drop by the house to have lunch and joined my date with the books. It was a bliss to finally get to meet him, it has been so long since I last saw that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;pretty face&lt;/span&gt;. On a different note, I am highly disappointed with myself for abandoning this online diary of mine when I have clearly stated and vowed to myself that I wouldn't do such a thing. But as I've said earlier, I'm tied up with the books at the moment. So pardon my absence. I will pop up, now and then. The countdown to doomsday is going around everywhere. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. You name it, it's there. Well incase you are wondering, the battle is five days away. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Pre-SPM jitters&lt;/span&gt; are my current buddy. People all around me have started freaking out in the most hilarious ways, I kid you not. But, everyone needs to just relax. We don't want anyone freaking out on the real day now, would we? Because frankly, that ain't gonna be a pleasant scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably get some shut eye. Need to get my&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; biological clock&lt;/span&gt; back to normal, starting from today itself. G'Night! I'll be around :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sometimes,I am overwhelmed by how much I miss You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hearts, ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-2384840131184701866?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/2384840131184701866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=2384840131184701866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/2384840131184701866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/2384840131184701866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/11/promise-me-youll-be-my-first-thought-in.html' title='Promise me You&apos;ll be my first thought in the morning.'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Svr5Tc6186I/AAAAAAAADvk/kYPRkb2E1j4/s72-c/tumblr_kpjbcus0me1qa0x9xo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-8269006898660014020</id><published>2009-11-04T23:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T01:01:38.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can we go back to the way we used to be ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SvGyUBtWAxI/AAAAAAAADvc/BkfSeEu2R54/s1600-h/tumblr_kriv1n3mVu1qze3z5o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SvGyUBtWAxI/AAAAAAAADvc/BkfSeEu2R54/s400/tumblr_kriv1n3mVu1qze3z5o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400293485319684882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Howdy&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you're reading this, congratulations, You are alive. If that's not something to smile about, then I don't know what is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; menses&lt;/span&gt; refused to let me out of bed today, let alone take the ten minutes ride to school. Surely, I obliged, given that my pillows felt extra snug-ish this morning. By the time I gained consciousness once more, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;the Sun&lt;/span&gt; was already shining at it's best. It has been awhile since I last succumb to that much of sleep and boy, it felt mothereffin' good to finally be able to do so. Plus, my tummy felt much better after the long hours of&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; slumber&lt;/span&gt;. Despite that, it got a tad upset that I missed &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; breakfast&lt;/span&gt; which frankly is my favourite meal of the day.  Apart from lunch and dinner, of course. Maybe supper, brunch and tea as well. Since lunch wouldn't even be serve for at least another two hours from the point of me gaining consciousness, I resort into making my current favourite dish for breakfast. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Nutella-filled crepe with slices of bananas&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Pure orgasmic&lt;/span&gt;! On a different note, updates on my&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; brain drilling sessions&lt;/span&gt;. It's getting more and more productive by the day, given that I have picked up speed. Six chapters of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt; down, able to repeat the digestion process in humans as well as rodents and ruminants, finally getting the hang of&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Calculus and Algebra&lt;/span&gt;, realized the importance of balanced equations in &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt; and etc. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fourteen days&lt;/span&gt;! Together now, ohmygod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School or no school tomorrow, tummy ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The stars in Your eyes light up my grey sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodnight ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-8269006898660014020?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/8269006898660014020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=8269006898660014020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/8269006898660014020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/8269006898660014020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/11/can-we-go-back-to-way-we-used-to-be.html' title='Can we go back to the way we used to be ?'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SvGyUBtWAxI/AAAAAAAADvc/BkfSeEu2R54/s72-c/tumblr_kriv1n3mVu1qze3z5o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-8458330394009206606</id><published>2009-11-03T23:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T00:08:33.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After everything and that black dress, after everything I must confess to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SvBTCt6qrSI/AAAAAAAADvM/eEmBhprP33w/s1600-h/tumblr_ks8xmo69i11qzdroso1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SvBTCt6qrSI/AAAAAAAADvM/eEmBhprP33w/s400/tumblr_ks8xmo69i11qzdroso1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399907259367730466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hallo Welt&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes, doing something is worst than doing nothing- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meredith Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Two weeks&lt;/span&gt;, that's all we have left. Apparently, everyone is falling sick. With &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;burning throats&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;runny noses&lt;/span&gt;.  Might just be the stress acting on them. Let's all pray that everyone would be in the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; pink of health&lt;/span&gt; before the 18th of this month. Mom's nagging at me not to abandon the treadmill, regardless of the short period of time I am left with. Plus, she's practically shoving vitamins down my throat just to make sure I wouldn't lose the strength halfway through the battle. And I can't be more thankful. I finally went on the treadmill after weeks of abandoning it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ze tutor&lt;/span&gt; made me realized that I still need to keep working out, although I don't have much time to squeeze in any work out sessions these days. '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You're an athlete, your body needs exercise in order for your brain to work at it's best&lt;/span&gt;'-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ze tutor&lt;/span&gt;. After the half an hour work out session that I recently had, I couldn't agree more with her. From then on, I vowed to make good use of the treadmill. Twice a week, at the very least. In between, jumping jacks work all the same :)  On a different note, my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;menses &lt;/span&gt;are here on it's monthly visit. It's company is sucking the life out of me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;On the other side of the rainbow&lt;/span&gt;, I've done a total of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;five chapters for Hstory&lt;/span&gt;. Who would've known I survive ? Definitely not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt; now, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;With a taste of poison paradise, i'm addicted to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Guten Tag &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-8458330394009206606?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/8458330394009206606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=8458330394009206606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/8458330394009206606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/8458330394009206606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/11/after-everything-and-that-black-dress.html' title='After everything and that black dress, after everything I must confess to you'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SvBTCt6qrSI/AAAAAAAADvM/eEmBhprP33w/s72-c/tumblr_ks8xmo69i11qzdroso1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-6271776758172512349</id><published>2009-11-02T22:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T01:59:02.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please converse with my converse instead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Su8aD6pCpmI/AAAAAAAADu8/vyMhetbrwkA/s1600-h/tumblr_kshb5rMrUn1qzbqvao1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Su8aD6pCpmI/AAAAAAAADu8/vyMhetbrwkA/s400/tumblr_kshb5rMrUn1qzbqvao1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399563132823840354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You can't change the wind, but you can adjust the sails to reach your destination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ola Mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am well aware that I have long &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;graduated from high school&lt;/span&gt;. Well, maybe it has only been a week since I've graduated. Let's all define the word graduate, or let Wiki do the job while we sip on hot chocolate. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Graduate refers to someone who has been a subject of graduation&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;. Not exactly what I was hoping for. Here's a better one,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; A person who has received a degree or diploma on completing a course of study, as in a university, college, or schoo&lt;/span&gt;l- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dictionary&lt;/span&gt;. Still not satisfying enough. In my words, graduate means someone who doesn't have to fuckin' attend school anymore. But as of last Thursday, attending school ain't an option anymore. It's a must. At least, that's what 'em educators been fussing about. No offense. But I must say that some days at the school were rather productive, while most were just a waste of my precious time. Other than blabbering around with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;my girls&lt;/span&gt; during recess, I think staying at home is more productive. And that's exactly why I choose to stay in bed tomorrow morning. Surprising enough, Mom gave the green light. Anyway, updates on&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; History&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Four chapters down, fifteen left to conquer&lt;/span&gt; in more or less two weeks. I kid you not. Slow much ? Tell me about it. But hey, at the very least, I'm picking up speed already. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;All is good &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I am in desperate need of a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;full upper torso massage&lt;/span&gt;. Pronto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I didn't think lending pens was special,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;until you lent me yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Corazons ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-6271776758172512349?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/6271776758172512349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=6271776758172512349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/6271776758172512349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/6271776758172512349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/11/please-converse-with-my-converse.html' title='please converse with my converse instead'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Su8aD6pCpmI/AAAAAAAADu8/vyMhetbrwkA/s72-c/tumblr_kshb5rMrUn1qzbqvao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-4381395492398208061</id><published>2009-11-01T19:25:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:03:24.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And like a baby boy, I never was a man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Su139FNt4hI/AAAAAAAADu0/J54jQR7JUPk/s1600-h/tumblr_ksfig0ml531qzbqvao1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Su139FNt4hI/AAAAAAAADu0/J54jQR7JUPk/s400/tumblr_ksfig0ml531qzbqvao1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399103419542528530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ay Mates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I was trick or treating and I saw a group of people dressed up as crayons, charging towards a group of people dressed up as pieces of paper. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MLIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I would abandon this &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;online diary&lt;/span&gt; of mine during the crucial times  of my life. But I've decided not to do so, albeit I'm about to head off to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;battlefield&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;seventeen days&lt;/span&gt; from now. During the battle, well, that's a whole different story altogether. But for now, I ain't going nowhere. I'm here to stay :) Having the timetable finally in my hands just make &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SPM &lt;/span&gt;seems more real. Frankly, the period of time which without doubt is extremely long, doesn't really bother me that much. In fact, it doesn't bother me at all. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Freedom can wait&lt;/span&gt;. I wanna do this right first, only then would the taste of freedom be a gazillion times more gratifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A peek at the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;timetable&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 18th November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Bahasa I and II&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;History I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 19th November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;English I and II&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;History II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, 20th November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;English for Science and Technology I and II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 23nd November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mathematics I and II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, 24rd November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Islamic Studies I and II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 25th November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Additional Mathematics I and II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 30th November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Biology I, II and III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 3rd December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Physics I, II, III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday,  8th December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Chemistry I, II and II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;You make me compliment myself when things get so tough.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, boy ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hearts ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-4381395492398208061?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/4381395492398208061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=4381395492398208061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/4381395492398208061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/4381395492398208061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-like-baby-bow-i-was-never-man.html' title='And like a baby boy, I never was a man'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Su139FNt4hI/AAAAAAAADu0/J54jQR7JUPk/s72-c/tumblr_ksfig0ml531qzbqvao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-5751258803641371114</id><published>2009-11-01T01:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T02:34:24.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am falling down, try and stop me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SuyCAk5ygHI/AAAAAAAADuc/yJvq1fgH-DI/s1600-h/tumblr_kq7zhnTguP1qzbqvao1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SuyCAk5ygHI/AAAAAAAADuc/yJvq1fgH-DI/s400/tumblr_kq7zhnTguP1qzbqvao1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398832999728054386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hello,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If by any chance at all I got you wondering as to where I had gone missing the last couple of days, well, I was here all this while. The &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;education bibles&lt;/span&gt; have not succeeded in swallowing me alive, yet. Frankly, I'm still forcing myself to survive the last two weeks before &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;the battle&lt;/span&gt; begins. It ain't a smooth ride, what with all the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;huge arse bumps&lt;/span&gt; along the way. Some huge enough to break the little strength within me, but I picked up the little pieces right away and carried on with this thing called, life. Because frankly, that's what we're all supposed to do. Being blessed with people who would sacrifice anything to boost you up again is definitely a bonus. But there's no denying the fact that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;it feels so good to hit the ground&lt;/span&gt;, sometimes. It teaches you to be a stronger person than you already are. Plus, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;crying doesn't indicate that you're weak. Since birth, it's the sign that you are alive&lt;/span&gt;. So let the tears flow down once in awhile because sometimes, it takes just that to make everything right again. I should know. As of today, I've made a vow to myself. I'm gonna do this because I want to, not because I have to. Time to shut away the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;little voices&lt;/span&gt; in my head and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;bigger voices&lt;/span&gt; of people who just don't get it. This is my time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still trying to figure out why I agreed in having &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Biology &lt;/span&gt;class at 8 friggin' a.m tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;When Love is a raging sea,&lt;br /&gt;You can hold on to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;G'Night ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-5751258803641371114?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/5751258803641371114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=5751258803641371114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/5751258803641371114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/5751258803641371114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-falling-down-try-and-stop-me.html' title='I am falling down, try and stop me'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SuyCAk5ygHI/AAAAAAAADuc/yJvq1fgH-DI/s72-c/tumblr_kq7zhnTguP1qzbqvao1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-3028197009082917932</id><published>2009-10-26T02:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T02:13:56.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As we go on, we'll remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SuSU0Fi8_bI/AAAAAAAADsE/rNly9IzkVIc/s1600-h/Graduation+Night+%2853%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SuSU0Fi8_bI/AAAAAAAADsE/rNly9IzkVIc/s400/Graduation+Night+%2853%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396601876059585970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Everything &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I need &lt;/span&gt;is right here, by my side &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-3028197009082917932?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/3028197009082917932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=3028197009082917932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/3028197009082917932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/3028197009082917932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/10/as-we-go-on-well-remember.html' title='As we go on, we&apos;ll remember'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SuSU0Fi8_bI/AAAAAAAADsE/rNly9IzkVIc/s72-c/Graduation+Night+%2853%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-9083228511719744505</id><published>2009-10-24T00:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T02:14:47.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is it, the end of high school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SuMvaJZfHRI/AAAAAAAADnc/QZBsqM3TWRs/s1600-h/Graduation+Night+%2896%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SuMvaJZfHRI/AAAAAAAADnc/QZBsqM3TWRs/s400/Graduation+Night+%2896%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396208904765906194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Who says &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;cheerleaders &lt;/span&gt;can't graduate too ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/1172042843436353921-9083228511719744505?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/9083228511719744505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=9083228511719744505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/9083228511719744505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/9083228511719744505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-it-end-of-high-school.html' title='This is it, the end of high school'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SuMvaJZfHRI/AAAAAAAADnc/QZBsqM3TWRs/s72-c/Graduation+Night+%2896%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-175874640706204810</id><published>2009-10-21T20:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T00:17:06.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be your wish, I'll be your dream, I'll be your fantasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/St8z4BMIf2I/AAAAAAAADjY/XdRwEdQLTus/s1600-h/tumblr_kq3zpzMjw51qzyrwvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/St8z4BMIf2I/AAAAAAAADjY/XdRwEdQLTus/s400/tumblr_kq3zpzMjw51qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395087916098158434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Dear Love&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go outside when it's raining and catch drops on your tongue. The ones you missed is how much &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I Love You&lt;/span&gt;. Oh yes I do, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sweets &lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deeply, madly, truly do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;♥sixteenmonthsandcounting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ti Voglio Benne, ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-175874640706204810?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/175874640706204810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=175874640706204810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/175874640706204810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/175874640706204810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/10/ill-be-your-wish-ill-be-your-dream-ill.html' title='I&apos;ll be your wish, I&apos;ll be your dream, I&apos;ll be your fantasy'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/St8z4BMIf2I/AAAAAAAADjY/XdRwEdQLTus/s72-c/tumblr_kq3zpzMjw51qzyrwvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-1805433571786562485</id><published>2009-10-20T01:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T02:35:36.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make way for noddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Styw0G9kSYI/AAAAAAAADjI/II3PzPerui0/s1600-h/promflyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Styw0G9kSYI/AAAAAAAADjI/II3PzPerui0/s400/promflyer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394380862951541122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ola sweets&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's half past two, or so according to the clock. I am attempting to formulate a productive study timetable. Or in simpler words, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I am just wasting my time scribbling away on a piece of paper&lt;/span&gt;. Frankly, timetables never actually work. For me, atleast. People should really refrain themselves from reminding me of the big day. Needles to say, I can count. If I don't, I wouldn't even be allowed to sit for the exams. Go figure. Plus, stop yapping about how &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;SPM &lt;/span&gt;determines one's future. It barely does, except if you're hoping for a full paid scholarship. Basically, that's it. Surely it doesn't determine one's whole future now, does it ? I think not. But I would love to get my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;string of A's&lt;/span&gt;, regardless of that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom Night is in two months time. If you would love to attend, make your way&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://saprom09.blogspot.com/"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We'll be hiking up the ticket price after the 30th of October, so be sure to get it earlier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Forever and almost always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Adios ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-1805433571786562485?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/1805433571786562485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=1805433571786562485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/1805433571786562485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/1805433571786562485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/10/make-way-for-noddy.html' title='make way for noddy'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Styw0G9kSYI/AAAAAAAADjI/II3PzPerui0/s72-c/promflyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-5166464525839809305</id><published>2009-10-16T23:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T01:37:22.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna stand with you on the mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/StilXyWLH1I/AAAAAAAADjA/1IJ0OPaZVYQ/s1600-h/tumblr_kq2ab15zXR1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/StilXyWLH1I/AAAAAAAADjA/1IJ0OPaZVYQ/s400/tumblr_kq2ab15zXR1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393242381846519634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hello gra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I searched “Edward Cullen” on urbandictionary, and the first entry that came up was “A psycho who goes into girls’ rooms at night to watch them sleep. May or may not sparkle.” I have new faith in the urban world&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;. MLIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was up early today to satisfy my sudden craving for&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; chocolate-banana filled crepe&lt;/span&gt;, something that I came up with the other day. If that's what it takes to get my lazy arse off the bed, then I shall start craving for more food in the morning. Sounds simple enough. Hitting the books before noon is something I haven't done for quite some time, since I'm rarely up before noon. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I find that my brain works the best in the early morning and late at night&lt;/span&gt;. In contrast, it'll go into malfunction mode in the evening. And hence, one of the many reasons I'm always up when the sun is asleep. Mom says it's not healthy but at the same time, she keeps on telling me how humans' brains work better late at night or early in the morning. Some people just don't seem to be able to make up their mind, hah. On a different note, I finally got around to watching &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;16 and Pregnant&lt;/span&gt;. I teared up a lil bit. Scratch that, I cried a whole bucket of tears. I just can't imagine being sixteen and already having another human being inside of me, it just seems so surreal. Albeit that, I would definitely love to have babies of my own. Just not at this age, I myself, am still learning to care for my own self. There's still a long way to go for me.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Graduation Night&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Prom Night&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;driving license&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;my own wheels&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;college&lt;/span&gt; and such. See what I mean ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I wanna bathe with you in the sea.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Oiche Loves ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-5166464525839809305?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/5166464525839809305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=5166464525839809305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/5166464525839809305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/5166464525839809305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wanna-stand-with-you-on-mountain.html' title='I wanna stand with you on the mountain'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/StilXyWLH1I/AAAAAAAADjA/1IJ0OPaZVYQ/s72-c/tumblr_kq2ab15zXR1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-1900782365989210214</id><published>2009-10-15T23:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T00:46:30.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gravity is pulling me back down again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/StdNV3t992I/AAAAAAAADi4/k5_8gRQAqfY/s1600-h/tumblr_kp43xzBSJE1qzwnxho1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/StdNV3t992I/AAAAAAAADi4/k5_8gRQAqfY/s400/tumblr_kp43xzBSJE1qzwnxho1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392864116928804706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ola !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I was watching Aladdin on Disney and realized that when he and Jasmine fly across the world, they pass a background from Hercules and Mulan. My world just exploded. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;MLIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet another &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;school break&lt;/span&gt; is here. I guess living in a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;multiracial country&lt;/span&gt; has its perks, hey ? Five days off from school, now ain't that just sweet ?  Not as if I have been attending school on a regular basis, hah. So the next five days are pretty much going to be well, just like any other typical day. For me, at least. Fellow tutors are fighting over my time, yet again. Guess my &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Trial&lt;/span&gt; marks aren't satisfactory enough. Which is true, no denying that now. Truth be told, I am fairly disappointed with myself. But &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;on the other side of the rainbow&lt;/span&gt;,  it somehow drives me to work extra harder now. Which is quite necessary, at this point of time.  On a different note, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Graduation Night&lt;/span&gt; is coming up in eight days time. And yet, I still haven't come up with anything appropriate to dress in. Such a tough decision, I kid you not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt; work to attend to, and that's my cue to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm addicted to your light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Avrio ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/1172042843436353921-1900782365989210214?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/1900782365989210214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=1900782365989210214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/1900782365989210214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/1900782365989210214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/10/gravity-is-pulling-me-back-down-again.html' title='Gravity is pulling me back down again'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/StdNV3t992I/AAAAAAAADi4/k5_8gRQAqfY/s72-c/tumblr_kp43xzBSJE1qzwnxho1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-4696084334733845411</id><published>2009-10-15T01:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T03:06:27.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a variation of the one that I was told</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/StYgJHv7KFI/AAAAAAAADiw/XceXI1d80yU/s1600-h/tumblr_komo8uDQi81qzsb5eo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/StYgJHv7KFI/AAAAAAAADiw/XceXI1d80yU/s400/tumblr_komo8uDQi81qzsb5eo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392532944893716562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Good Morning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, my friend gave me a smiley face sticker. I found out it fits perfectly on the face of my watch, so I put it there. Now when people ask me what time it is, I show them my watch and tell them it’s “Happy Time.” &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;MLIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The short hand on the clock is already bordering the figure 2, yet my eyes show no signs of betraying me anytime soon. Which is a good thing, if I were to have an intensive brain drilling session for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;, that is. Which I chose not to venture on. Not tonight, at least. Brain's malfunctioning at the mo', with no actual reasons whatsoever. As far as tonight is concerned, I only managed to touch a lil' bit on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Calculus, Trigo, Algebra&lt;/span&gt; and others along that line. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;World History&lt;/span&gt; ? That's a gone case there, never seem to be able to force myself in giving it a chance. But I should really give it a try, might not be so bad after all. I wouldn't want my string of A's to be cut short by any B's now, would I ? As far as I'm concerned, I still have a good &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;35 days&lt;/span&gt; to conquer &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;World History&lt;/span&gt;. I'll make the best out of the time given. Half a chapter a day sounds good enough, let's pray it won't turn out to be just another one of my infamous pathetic attempts now, shall we ? On a not so different note, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Trials&lt;/span&gt; results are being smacked right into my face, one by one. Truth be told, being a typical pessimistic &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;seventeen year old&lt;/span&gt;, I expected less than what I have acquired. Albeit they aren't satisfactory, they're still part of the reason why I still have this upside down frown on my face. Getting an &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A for Biology&lt;/span&gt;, definitely kicks arse (!) &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt; was such a disappointment because I was clearly aiming for an A as well. But as ze tutor said and I quote "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Make all the mistakes now, then you won't have any mistakes left to make on the real day&lt;/span&gt;". Statement of the century, no kidding. Anyhow, I've got school in T minus five hours. Hopefully, more enjoyable activities awaits me. Like yesterday, for instance. Whilst the younger ones were sitting for their &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Finals&lt;/span&gt;, us &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;seventeen year olds&lt;/span&gt; were out and about, clearly enjoying the exam-less month. Hah, forget SPM, give us some fishes to catch and ponds to clean. Okay, that didn't come right. Can't be bothered to rephrase it. It's &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Glee&lt;/span&gt; time (!) Then I'll get some shut eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Remember those moments ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I still get tingly just thinking of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodnight, Loves xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-4696084334733845411?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/4696084334733845411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=4696084334733845411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/4696084334733845411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/4696084334733845411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-variation-of-one-that-i-was-told.html' title='It&apos;s a variation of the one that I was told'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/StYgJHv7KFI/AAAAAAAADiw/XceXI1d80yU/s72-c/tumblr_komo8uDQi81qzsb5eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-4558273533591796524</id><published>2009-10-12T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T03:15:40.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life is average</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/StNh65ByWSI/AAAAAAAADio/Uv8TChPvU2M/s1600-h/tumblr_kphvuvHRCI1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/StNh65ByWSI/AAAAAAAADio/Uv8TChPvU2M/s400/tumblr_kphvuvHRCI1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391760843261237538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Compagnons De Beau Jour,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, a Kanye West song came on my iPod. Disgusted, I immediately changed it. The next song? “Sorry”, by Buckcherry. Apology accepted, iPod. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;MLIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having class in the morning calls for me to abandon my snug bed earlier than usual. At this point of time, I rather it being that way. I'll get cranky if I have too much of shut eye and that will mark the tragic end of the rest of my day. Down the drain. I wouldn't even be bothered to move from my position on the bed, let alone lead a productive day. Unlike today, obviously. Spent a good four hours over at ze tutor's crib. Two hours of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Calculus, Trigo&lt;/span&gt; and such. Plus another two hours of non stop jabberings and the classic 'stuffing our faces with 'em foods' in between. She's my favourite, can't you tell ? She has converted me to being one of those people who dedicate their lives to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AddMaths&lt;/span&gt;. Okay well, not to that extent. Earlier today, I realized that I have been spending most of my time on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;AddMaths&lt;/span&gt;. Frankly, I have abandoned &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;History &lt;/span&gt;for a whole month now. It puzzles me why I do such a thing, given that History is by far, my weakest subject of 'em all. And that is my cue to start conquering &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;World History&lt;/span&gt;, starting from today itself. Managed half a chapter which leaves me satisfied. It may seem like nothing but when it comes to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt;, that is something. Ventured to a new study environment with Sister earlier tonight, in hope of having a productive night. And boy, it was definitely more productive than being cooped up within the four walls of my room. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Melted Rocky Road&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Cheese O' Chicken&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Cytrus Crush&lt;/span&gt; were my companion. All from &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;, of course. Personally, I prefer &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Coffee Bean&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;, any day. Their ice blends kick arse, enough said. On a different note, I would not be able to make good use of my &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;AAR&lt;/span&gt; ticket. Two weeks before doomsday, I would be crazy if I were to even think of going. Tempting, but I'll pass. But after doomsday, you'll definitely see me rocking at every concerts, front stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L : Are You sleepy yet ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A : Well my eyes are usually like this O.O, but now it's like this -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L: But Your eyes have always been like this -.- for as long as I can remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Bonne Nuit ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-4558273533591796524?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/4558273533591796524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=4558273533591796524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/4558273533591796524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/4558273533591796524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-life-is-average.html' title='my life is average'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/StNh65ByWSI/AAAAAAAADio/Uv8TChPvU2M/s72-c/tumblr_kphvuvHRCI1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-7824784733206138931</id><published>2009-10-12T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T01:11:04.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You and me and me and you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/StIRan2iKOI/AAAAAAAADig/eiRMBB4g6AQ/s1600-h/haha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/StIRan2iKOI/AAAAAAAADig/eiRMBB4g6AQ/s400/haha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391390852987889890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hallo Welt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn four new things everyday. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Something about yourself&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Something about the people you love&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Something about the world&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;something about a stranger&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only then can we take pleasure in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;So happy together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nachtwelt ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-7824784733206138931?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/7824784733206138931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=7824784733206138931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/7824784733206138931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/7824784733206138931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-and-me-and-me-and-you.html' title='You and me and me and you'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/StIRan2iKOI/AAAAAAAADig/eiRMBB4g6AQ/s72-c/haha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-1885296794932250569</id><published>2009-10-10T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T01:50:46.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's relive those moments on the blue mats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Ss93zjqv-HI/AAAAAAAADiY/u0jIZJq2MOE/s1600-h/n687175715_5878623_1604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Ss93zjqv-HI/AAAAAAAADiY/u0jIZJq2MOE/s400/n687175715_5878623_1604.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390659006617352306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hello,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CHEERLEADING&lt;/span&gt; BACKGROUND &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many years have you been a cheerleader?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever play any other sports before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cheerleading&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ice skated for four years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you know you wanted to be a cheerleader?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;After getting through the tryout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know it was *the—sport* for you when you first stepped out onto the field?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You can put it that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CHEERLEADING&lt;/span&gt; POSITION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;flyer&lt;/span&gt;, front-spot, back-spot, or base?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Flyer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cheerleading&lt;/span&gt; position?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Who doesn't like being thrown into the air ? And to breath fresher air, up there ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done your job and got hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Most definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever NOT done your job and got someone else hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Plenty of times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sometimes wish you were another position?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Basing is super fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CHEERLEADING&lt;/span&gt; LABELS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you another type of cheerleader? Like, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;-cheerleader, rocker-cheerleader, etc.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which label are you most called?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Couldn't care less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;CHEERLEADING&lt;/span&gt; SKILLS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tumble at all? (cartwheels, round-offs, etc?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you considered an advanced tumbler? (back handsprings, tucks, etc, etc)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Not, YET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you go to a gymnastics class just so you can tumble for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cheerleading&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you good at jumps like toe-touches, hurdlers, etc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Toe touches, yes. Hurdlers, I doubt  so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you often complimented on your jumps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mag likes to compliment my jumps in a sarcastic manner, so I've no idea. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hahah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is jumping or tumbling one of your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;cheerleading&lt;/span&gt; strong points?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jumping :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OTHER &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;CHEERLEADING&lt;/span&gt; QUESTIONS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you usually as perky and happy in normal life as you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;cheerleading&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sometimes perkier :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you strongly consider &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;cheerleading&lt;/span&gt; a sport?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;MOST DEFINITELY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt offended when people called it a *hobby*, or *not a sport*?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Well, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever argued with someone about whether it was a sport or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Most of the times. People just don't get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a college cheerleader, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;jr&lt;/span&gt;. high cheerleader, high school cheerleader, or are you on another type of team?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;High school cheerleader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sometimes start cheering or doing the routines when you’re like at school or any place like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;All the time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your squad cheer for another type of sport?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Naw&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;CHEERLEADING&lt;/span&gt; (THIS OR THAT)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers or routines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Routines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumps or tumbling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jumps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartwheels or round-offs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Round-offs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toe-touches or hurdlers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Toe-touches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Competitions or games?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Competitions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I desperately yearn to relive those moments on the blue mats, enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1172042843436353921-1885296794932250569?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/1885296794932250569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=1885296794932250569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/1885296794932250569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/1885296794932250569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-relive-those-moments-on-blue-mats.html' title='Let&apos;s relive those moments on the blue mats'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Ss93zjqv-HI/AAAAAAAADiY/u0jIZJq2MOE/s72-c/n687175715_5878623_1604.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-5457266229192969748</id><published>2009-10-09T22:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T00:36:27.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking at something so beautiful I've never seen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Ss9loIYHJCI/AAAAAAAADiI/mpYbjZm3fYI/s1600-h/tumblr_kqikqleZN31qzm4g5o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Ss9loIYHJCI/AAAAAAAADiI/mpYbjZm3fYI/s400/tumblr_kqikqleZN31qzm4g5o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390639019103560738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Amore Caro&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been desperately craving for some of those &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;finger lickin' good chickens&lt;/span&gt; ever since I last saw their ad on telly, last night. Guess who showed up on my doorstep earlier today, those desperately craved for finger lickin' good chickens in hand. Why of course,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; my pretty boy in shining aluminium foil&lt;/span&gt;. Whom ran all the way here, in the pouring rain. Just one of the many reasons I said &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;fifteen months&lt;/span&gt; ago. He stayed for a couple of hours, entertaining me with his many antics, as per usual. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Silly boy&lt;/span&gt;, he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You and I can collide, like atoms in a scientist's wet dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Amilo &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-5457266229192969748?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/5457266229192969748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=5457266229192969748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/5457266229192969748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/5457266229192969748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/10/looking-at-something-so-beautiful-ive.html' title='Looking at something so beautiful I&apos;ve never seen'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Ss9loIYHJCI/AAAAAAAADiI/mpYbjZm3fYI/s72-c/tumblr_kqikqleZN31qzm4g5o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-8658283341482073483</id><published>2009-10-09T00:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T01:02:37.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't look away like you always do, this time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Ss4at2DmiII/AAAAAAAADiA/Emws7MtKFrc/s1600-h/cry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Ss4at2DmiII/AAAAAAAADiA/Emws7MtKFrc/s400/cry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390275178916120706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Two things are infinite: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The universe and human stupidity&lt;/span&gt;. And I'm not even sure about the universe -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-8658283341482073483?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/8658283341482073483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=8658283341482073483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/8658283341482073483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/8658283341482073483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-look-away-like-you-always-do-this.html' title='Don&apos;t look away like you always do, this time'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Ss4at2DmiII/AAAAAAAADiA/Emws7MtKFrc/s72-c/cry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-2293439034582253717</id><published>2009-10-06T23:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T01:43:41.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When life has locked me out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SsuAKd6qndI/AAAAAAAADh4/365LlIroziY/s1600-h/tumblr_kpe9962PTS1qzdr4go1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SsuAKd6qndI/AAAAAAAADh4/365LlIroziY/s400/tumblr_kpe9962PTS1qzdr4go1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389542296396668370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hello,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of friends and I decided to make good use of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;world map&lt;/span&gt; which was mainly collecting dust in the school library. I wouldn't set foot in the school library, unless forced to do so. For instance, during Language class today. The world map is an exciting way to name your future husband and children. Apparently, I'll be walking down the aisle to a man whose name I can't quite recall . And we would be blessed with two kids, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Cape Johnson&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Heinsburg&lt;/span&gt;. Hah, what a way to kill time. Anyhow, the big day is up for all the form threes. Nothing much that can be said, except for more 'Goodlucks', but they probably have gotten bored by it now. While they would  be sitting through one whole week of pure torture, or so according to most of them, we have been given the privilege to stay at home. A good 7 days of break, sweet. But then again, it's not like I can fool around anymore. Just a mere &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;43 days&lt;/span&gt; more and it would be me, sitting in that exact same hall. Together now, ohmygod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers would be conducting extra classes for &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;, although clearly we are not suppose to be at school tomorrow. At the same time, I have &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt; tuition to attend. Still can't figure out which would be more useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey, I'm worried about you Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Night, Loves ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-2293439034582253717?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/2293439034582253717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=2293439034582253717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/2293439034582253717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/2293439034582253717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-life-has-locked-me-out.html' title='When life has locked me out'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SsuAKd6qndI/AAAAAAAADh4/365LlIroziY/s72-c/tumblr_kpe9962PTS1qzdr4go1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-3432455765998022</id><published>2009-10-05T23:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T01:48:23.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what makes you different is what makes you beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SsogalkXJ4I/AAAAAAAADhw/mhIeUEKlLas/s1600-h/tumblr_kpwinmaalW1qzj00ko1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SsogalkXJ4I/AAAAAAAADhw/mhIeUEKlLas/s400/tumblr_kpwinmaalW1qzj00ko1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389155545235531650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Elo Mates&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school organized a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Majlis Restu&lt;/span&gt; for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Muslim&lt;/span&gt; students earlier today. I managed to perform the prayers before my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;menses&lt;/span&gt; decided to show up, and my tummy has been aching ever since. I'm not one to slam the door in everyone's faces, I prefer to curl up on my bed and start composing a list of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;how life is unjust&lt;/span&gt;. Usually my waterworks would be trigged long before I could even come up with a second one. Atleast that way, I won't be bothering others. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mothereffin' hormones&lt;/span&gt;, hah. On the other side of the rainbow, well, there's nothing on the other side of the rainbow today. And hence, I shall cut this short. Need to brush up on my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Trigo&lt;/span&gt;, ze tutor has been nagging for me to do so for quite some time already. Then, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;time to catch some z's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Coming baby boy, just gimme a sec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Good day, Mates ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-3432455765998022?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/3432455765998022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=3432455765998022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/3432455765998022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/3432455765998022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-makes-you-different-is-what-makes.html' title='what makes you different is what makes you beautiful'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SsogalkXJ4I/AAAAAAAADhw/mhIeUEKlLas/s72-c/tumblr_kpwinmaalW1qzj00ko1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-6077350258194846469</id><published>2009-10-04T22:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T00:16:30.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winner takes over, over , over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SsjJC08FexI/AAAAAAAADho/ci-54WzwG6Y/s1600-h/tumblr_kq0uopnOtF1qa1u2eo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SsjJC08FexI/AAAAAAAADho/ci-54WzwG6Y/s400/tumblr_kq0uopnOtF1qa1u2eo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388778004556380946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Halo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing's first, there would be no such thing as &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Trials &lt;/span&gt;anymore for the rest of my life.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; I'm done.&lt;/span&gt; Up next, the real deal. But before that, I've got to make one more stop along the way. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Graduation Night&lt;/span&gt;. In just a mere 19 days from now, I would finally be graduating from high school. As elated as I am, I still have to face a whole month of pure hell, 45 days from now. I for one, plan to make all those years of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;waking up at the ass crack&lt;/span&gt; of dawn and all those &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;sleepless nights&lt;/span&gt; after yet another pathetic attempt at cramming for the next day's written test are all going to be worth it. Damn right I do ! Plus, only then would I be able to drink to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;months of freedom&lt;/span&gt; that follows soon after. So don't fail me now brain, I beg of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt; claimed that I need break. Away from 'em books, and to clear my head. So she dragged me all the way to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Penang Island&lt;/span&gt; after my last paper, last Thursday. And hence, my absence. I dragged &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Brother&lt;/span&gt; along because my imagination would usually start running wild if I were to be left alone in a hotel room. Grandpa and a dear aunt decided to tag along too, which made the car ride to and fro a gazillion times more exciting. Although it could have been better if grandma, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sister&lt;/span&gt; and another aunt could tag along as well. I practically just lazed around by the pool, catching up on my all time favourite series, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Gossip Girl. &lt;/span&gt;And most definitely, ate like a pig. In the course of only three and a half days, I consumed two plates of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Nasi Kandar&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tandoori Chicken with Cheese Naan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Seafood&lt;/span&gt; which included crabs and squids, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Toasted Bread with Gulai&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Mee Rebus&lt;/span&gt; plus a few more dishes that I can't quite recall. That just goes to show how much food I consumed during the trip, which frankly, were alot. There's not much to do in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Penang Island&lt;/span&gt; anyways, since&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Mom&lt;/span&gt; banned us from stepping foot on the beach. So sightseeing was pretty much out of the question. Which left me with more time to eat and let's not forget, shopping. Scored a new &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;blood red purse &lt;/span&gt;that I had been eyeing since god knows when, a new pair of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;metallic purple pumps&lt;/span&gt; courtesy of my dear aunt, a casing for my iTouch and a gazillion dvds. All together, we bought &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;24 dvds&lt;/span&gt;. Well they are known for selling cheap, yet very clear dvds. Wow, what a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, back to reality. Well, life's fair like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I missed you Boy, let's whisper sweet nothings all night.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Gute Nacht ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-6077350258194846469?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/6077350258194846469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=6077350258194846469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/6077350258194846469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/6077350258194846469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/10/winner-takes-over-over-over.html' title='Winner takes over, over , over'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SsjJC08FexI/AAAAAAAADho/ci-54WzwG6Y/s72-c/tumblr_kq0uopnOtF1qa1u2eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-8864379233861616179</id><published>2009-09-27T23:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T00:41:43.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't fight the moonlight, no</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sr-To5_DuHI/AAAAAAAADgc/8AKyOyCSvcM/s1600-h/8435_140682227258_539847258_2469236_8128818_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sr-To5_DuHI/AAAAAAAADgc/8AKyOyCSvcM/s400/8435_140682227258_539847258_2469236_8128818_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386186010327758962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Good morning&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;lemon cheese cupcakes &lt;/span&gt;that I whipped up for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Open House&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from yesterday. Make your way, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/babyangel.anis.75/RumahTerbuka09#"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer in the exam mood, as opposed to the first two weeks of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Trials. &lt;/span&gt;Usually, I could do 'em books for four to five hours straight without a hint of fatigue. Not anymore though. It actually gets tiresome, being cooped up with 'em books for so long. I wonder how others, who had begun drowning in their coffee cups till the wee hours in the morning, as early as before the school year had even started. I for one, would definitely get bored by now, if not then. Instead, I started to really hit 'em books two months ago. I thought that it was for the best, as it would not feel so tiresome. So maybe I'm just still in the festive mood and hence, the lack of exam mood. But I believe that I would be back on track in no time. Anyhoo, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Part Three of Trials&lt;/span&gt; begins in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;T minus 25200 seconds&lt;/span&gt;. That's my cue to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;hit the books&lt;/span&gt; for awhile, before &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;hitting the sack&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Tell your heart mine said Hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Be back in four days ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-8864379233861616179?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/8864379233861616179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=8864379233861616179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/8864379233861616179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/8864379233861616179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/09/cant-fight-moonlight-no.html' title='Can&apos;t fight the moonlight, no'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sr-To5_DuHI/AAAAAAAADgc/8AKyOyCSvcM/s72-c/8435_140682227258_539847258_2469236_8128818_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-1815874833395906996</id><published>2009-09-26T23:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T00:52:43.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I never learn to pronounce</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sr5GplttNGI/AAAAAAAADe8/8Zg_UdF9oSE/s1600-h/tumblr_kp0m4m7UbZ1qzvmcko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sr5GplttNGI/AAAAAAAADe8/8Zg_UdF9oSE/s400/tumblr_kp0m4m7UbZ1qzvmcko1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385819884694090850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hello,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than fifty teenagers crowded my living room, dining room and even the bedrooms early tihs evening, I kid you not. I could barely walk about, in my own house. Some even stayed for as long as seven hours, hah. I was delighted that most could make it, albeit there were a few that couldn't. I would elaborate further, but I'm out of words. Plus, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Lover's on the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Hah. Pictures, will come later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fret not Boy, it's still You who makes my heart beats two fourty six.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not him, not anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-1815874833395906996?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/1815874833395906996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=1815874833395906996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/1815874833395906996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/1815874833395906996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-never-learn-to-pronounce.html' title='I never learn to pronounce'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sr5GplttNGI/AAAAAAAADe8/8Zg_UdF9oSE/s72-c/tumblr_kp0m4m7UbZ1qzvmcko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-8159228076196831132</id><published>2009-09-25T23:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T03:16:19.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet me halfway, right at the borderline</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sr5Aka9v70I/AAAAAAAADe0/mwcYIVfYuXU/s1600-h/tumblr_kqa1cyC1UB1qzvxxho1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sr5Aka9v70I/AAAAAAAADe0/mwcYIVfYuXU/s400/tumblr_kqa1cyC1UB1qzvxxho1_400.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385813198839476034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I miei cari lettori leali,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beat. God forbid, I had such a hectic week. From stuffing my face with 'em &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;orgasmic rendangs&lt;/span&gt; to filling up my pockets with 'em &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;moolahs&lt;/span&gt;. Plus, I needed a change of environment. So I turned my room upside down and refurbished them all over again. It took me a good three days, mind you. And hence, my absence. A trip to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt; scored me a new &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;bed quilt&lt;/span&gt;, a super comfortable chair, a rack for my ever increasing dresses, another rack for my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;empire of shoes&lt;/span&gt; and something I can't quite recall it's name. A pair of hand gloves and a mask later, I was already in full gear. I actually threw away quite a number of junks, which most of them were really hard to let go off. But I had to. To make room for more junks, of course. Hah, Mom claimed that I love to keep unnecessary things in my room. But I can't help it, most have sentimental values albeit being junks. Oh well, atleast my room ain't so packed anymore. Now, I actually have space to walk about, which is a good thing. Plus, I absolutely love the new look. Sometimes,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; change is good&lt;/span&gt;. It &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;soothes the heart&lt;/span&gt;, and puts the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;mind at ease&lt;/span&gt;. That's exactly how I feel right now, calm. I haven't been dating 'em books for a whole week now and frankly, I'm not bothered by that. At all. Which frankly leaves me puzzled. Trials aren't exactly over yet, in fact it will resume in a days time. Plus, just a sheer &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;56 days&lt;/span&gt; left to go till the big day, or so according to the calender. Yikes, I should probably gear up by now. Buckle up, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;it's gonna be one hell of a journe&lt;/span&gt;y for the next two months or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You give me feelings, the kind that people right novels about.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Fuori ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-8159228076196831132?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/8159228076196831132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=8159228076196831132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/8159228076196831132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/8159228076196831132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/09/meet-me-halfway-right-at-boundaries.html' title='Meet me halfway, right at the borderline'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sr5Aka9v70I/AAAAAAAADe0/mwcYIVfYuXU/s72-c/tumblr_kqa1cyC1UB1qzvxxho1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-8191097270884173755</id><published>2009-09-21T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T23:45:45.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't help it if you look like an angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SreaymAlBAI/AAAAAAAADes/HRVcQ9cL5Gc/s1600-h/tumblr_kploqiXbB01qzaykoo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SreaymAlBAI/AAAAAAAADes/HRVcQ9cL5Gc/s400/tumblr_kploqiXbB01qzaykoo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383942073531827202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Dear Love&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when You think there's nothing else I can do, I'm gonna&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Love &lt;/span&gt;You better. Yes I will, Sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fifteenmonthsandcounting♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hearts ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-8191097270884173755?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/8191097270884173755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=8191097270884173755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/8191097270884173755'/><link rel='self' 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height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boy, your body moves like poetry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Lights out ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/1172042843436353921-6412757611022588335?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/6412757611022588335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-4493836418704157028</id><published>2009-09-20T22:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:04:32.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there are certain people, that you keep coming back to</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SrY8eWK4BkI/AAAAAAAADeM/WCKhjFw8MpM/s1600-h/9221_138393118738_667983738_2482317_7571012_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SrY8eWK4BkI/AAAAAAAADeM/WCKhjFw8MpM/s400/9221_138393118738_667983738_2482317_7571012_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383556896612943426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Salam Eid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;'s side and boy, am I bursting at the waistline ? Indeed I am, likewise to everyone else I suppose. That's just one of the simple pleasures of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Eid&lt;/span&gt;, being able to stuff yourself silly, without the care of the world on the damn figures that would pop up on the scale the next day. Plus, not to dismiss the amount of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;moolahs &lt;/span&gt;you'd make, without even having to get your arse of the couch. Sweet, no ? Sadly though, that only happens once in well,&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; threehundredandsixtyfive&lt;/span&gt; days. But then, let's make the best of everything that we have. It took a whole lot more than &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;'s usual wake up call to rise me from my deep slumber, she had to scream into my ears and only then did I rise. The prayers seemed to be shorter with each passing years, or perhaps I'm getting more patient. Hah, could be the latter. Went straight to visit&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Daddy ♥&lt;/span&gt;, after two &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Eids&lt;/span&gt; of not being able to do so. The blame is all on my menses. Rushed to&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Mom&lt;/span&gt;'s side soon after, followed by the usual exchange of forgiveness. From then on up till now, all I did was stuff myself with the arrays of food and proceeded with collecting the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;moolahs&lt;/span&gt;. Plus, a few hours of sleep in between. So unhealthy, mind you. But like I've mentioned before, I only get to do this annually. Second day of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Eid&lt;/span&gt; is in a few hours time, more food and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;moolah&lt;/span&gt; for me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So what should you say when asked about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rendang &lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Pure Orgasm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm276/nisbong/wht%20i%20call%20love/9221_138393648738_667983738_2482328.jpg" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm276/nisbong/wht%20i%20call%20love/9221_138393348738_667983738_2482320.jpg" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I yearn for you to be here right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Eid Mubarak ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/1172042843436353921-4493836418704157028?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/4493836418704157028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=4493836418704157028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/4493836418704157028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/4493836418704157028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/09/there-are-certain-people-that-you-keep.html' title='there are certain people, that you keep coming back to'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SrY8eWK4BkI/AAAAAAAADeM/WCKhjFw8MpM/s72-c/9221_138393118738_667983738_2482317_7571012_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-5533700142204737422</id><published>2009-09-20T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T02:02:07.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day goes by, where we bond as a Muslim</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hello,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Muslims&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Selamat Hari Raya. Maaf Zahir dan Batin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;moolahs &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-5533700142204737422?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/5533700142204737422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=5533700142204737422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/5533700142204737422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/5533700142204737422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-day-goes-by-where-we-bond-as.html' title='Another day goes by, where we bond as a Muslim'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-1051908957704076583</id><published>2009-09-20T00:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T01:59:09.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring me love, oh yeah. bring me love</title><content type='html'>From yesterday's dinner :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm276/nisbong/wht%20i%20call%20love/IMG_7170.jpg" height="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm276/nisbong/wht%20i%20call%20love/IMG_7164.jpg" height="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm276/nisbong/wht%20i%20call%20love/IMG_7169.jpg" height="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm276/nisbong/wht%20i%20call%20love/IMG_7160.jpg" height="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/1172042843436353921-1051908957704076583?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/1051908957704076583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=1051908957704076583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/1051908957704076583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/1051908957704076583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/09/bring-me-love-oh-yeah-bring-me-love.html' title='Bring me love, oh yeah. bring me love'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm276/nisbong/wht%20i%20call%20love/th_IMG_7170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-5611981200988297237</id><published>2009-09-18T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T00:56:38.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMETHING'S COOKING THIS SUMMER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SrO7lG6CH5I/AAAAAAAADds/J7hILePhI1Y/s1600-h/tumblr_koscnwCNF61qzsb5eo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SrO7lG6CH5I/AAAAAAAADds/J7hILePhI1Y/s400/tumblr_koscnwCNF61qzsb5eo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382852225821450130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Amour de Hello,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in desperate need to get some z's, but I just can't seem to get my arse off the screen. Hypothetically speaking, of course. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt; is being mothereffin' annoying, it won't post anything I wrote. And I've written the same damn thing over and over again, more than a gazillion times already. But heck, whatevs. I whipped up five batches of cupcakes this morn, three &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;lemon cheese&lt;/span&gt; and two &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt;. Hope they taste as yummy as they smell like. I ran out of piping bags, so I guess I have to resume with covering them with icing tomorrow. Anyhoo, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Lover&lt;/span&gt; wanted to get some last minute things for &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Eid&lt;/span&gt;, so I tagged along. And boy, I scored this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;pretty humongous pink ring&lt;/span&gt;, courtesy of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Lover&lt;/span&gt; of course. Thanks a bunch, Sweetie. And a pink bangle too, to go with my&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Eid&lt;/span&gt; outfits. Broke our fast at &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;T.G.I&lt;/span&gt; with&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; the girls &lt;/span&gt;where one of 'em lads was forced to stand on a chair and give a Thank You speech, in conjunction with his birthday celebration. Ah, good times good times. Ran all the way to Cathay to catch&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I Love You Beth Cooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I am well aware that the show has been in the cinemas for quite some time already, but I was too tied up with 'em books. Hilarious movie, I must say. Send &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;the girls&lt;/span&gt; home, as well as &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Lover&lt;/span&gt;. And here I am, totally pissed off with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;. Hah, screw you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;. I'm gonna go catch some zz's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a second thought, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Lover's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; on the line :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh you're so fine, boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Amour de Nuits ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-5611981200988297237?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/5611981200988297237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=5611981200988297237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/5611981200988297237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/5611981200988297237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/09/somethings-cooking-this-summer.html' title='SOMETHING&apos;S COOKING THIS SUMMER'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SrO7lG6CH5I/AAAAAAAADds/J7hILePhI1Y/s72-c/tumblr_koscnwCNF61qzsb5eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-3755407795885185045</id><published>2009-09-17T22:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T00:17:06.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take everything you know you'll break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SrJXqeGLLRI/AAAAAAAADdk/dGe5bMRz6OY/s1600-h/tumblr_kpobfvZIlS1qa0x9xo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SrJXqeGLLRI/AAAAAAAADdk/dGe5bMRz6OY/s400/tumblr_kpobfvZIlS1qa0x9xo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382460891806248210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hallo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's out for the upcoming &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Eid Mubarak&lt;/span&gt;. Plus, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Part Two&lt;/span&gt; of trials is over and done with. Making Love to 'em books ain't a necessity anymore, I'll be stashing 'em all away for atleast five days. Hah, I totally deserve the break. I would be too busy stuffing my face with Mom's scrumptious &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;rendang&lt;/span&gt; and her mouthwatering &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;cheese brownies&lt;/span&gt;, anyways. Plus, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;moolah&lt;/span&gt; would definitely keep my mind off things for awhile. My long mane is in desperate need to be pampered. But sadly, my hairdresser has gone back to her hometown. And I only trust her, when it comes to pampering this ever growing mane of mine. Sad, very. On the other side of the rainbow, I'm very much looking forward to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Eid&lt;/span&gt;. Clothes have been bought, and so have the shoes and bags. Only thing missing is some rings and bangles to go along with them. I shall go scout for some tomorrow, if I managed to drag this lazy arse of mine off the bed, that is. Heading down to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;the Curve&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow to break fast with my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Girls&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Lover&lt;/span&gt; too, of course. Haven't seen that pretty face in a while :)'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/nisbong"&gt;McTweety&lt;/a&gt; has become more and more irresistible, yikes. And &lt;a href="http://todaytomorrowandforever.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to catch up on some late night calls &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can feel your heart beats across the grass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Gute Nacht ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-3755407795885185045?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/3755407795885185045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=3755407795885185045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/3755407795885185045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/3755407795885185045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/09/take-everything-you-know-youll-break.html' title='Take everything you know you&apos;ll break'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SrJXqeGLLRI/AAAAAAAADdk/dGe5bMRz6OY/s72-c/tumblr_kpobfvZIlS1qa0x9xo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-1035831318645323329</id><published>2009-09-11T22:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:59:13.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With the days that I wasted complacent and tasteless and bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SqvFQjGUdpI/AAAAAAAADdc/0_4vkDTVjUQ/s1600-h/tumblr_kpibfp2auY1qzvxxho1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SqvFQjGUdpI/AAAAAAAADdc/0_4vkDTVjUQ/s400/tumblr_kpibfp2auY1qzvxxho1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380611067914516114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ciao Mondo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part one of&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Trials&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is over and done with, yet I'm still not even halfway done. So far, none of the papers gave me the urge to put a bullet in my head. Truth be told, they didn't even come close. But then again, there's still Part Two and Part Three to consider as well. I doubt anyone can be lucky twice, hah. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Bahasa&lt;/span&gt; was slightly tougher than usual, I'm hoping to do better for the other paper. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Biology I&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; II&lt;/span&gt; was do-able. I was very satisfied with how I presented my essays, but not for the structured questions. My head was throbbing like there was no tomorrow, while I was in the midst of completing my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Biology II&lt;/span&gt;. It took me almost an hour to realize that my hair was tied too tightly and hence, the unbearable pain in the head. For a Science student, I can be dumb at times, yes. Both the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt; papers were fine, regardless of the lack of studying. Frankly, it was just a waste of time, getting all tensed up for not being able to cram two years worth of lessons in just two days. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Islamic Studies I&lt;/span&gt; was, not to brag or anything, but very straightforward. Both the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt; papers were fun to do. Well, that's about it. Basically, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;eight&lt;/span&gt; down and a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; gazillion&lt;/span&gt; more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are like the morning air,&lt;br /&gt;before the lights arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Arrividerci, Mondo ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-1035831318645323329?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/1035831318645323329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=1035831318645323329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/1035831318645323329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/1035831318645323329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/09/with-days-that-i-wasted-complacent-and.html' title='With the days that I wasted complacent and tasteless and bored'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SqvFQjGUdpI/AAAAAAAADdc/0_4vkDTVjUQ/s72-c/tumblr_kpibfp2auY1qzvxxho1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-3642658316273612859</id><published>2009-09-07T23:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:37:26.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mind will not leave me alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SqU0MgJBrgI/AAAAAAAADdE/65VSmaOuvkM/s1600-h/tumblr_kphuv8O1lU1qzyrwvo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SqU0MgJBrgI/AAAAAAAADdE/65VSmaOuvkM/s400/tumblr_kphuv8O1lU1qzyrwvo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378762719354793474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Avoir Un Beau Jour ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I kept dozing off every half an hour. That does not help when you are in the midst of cramming every possible chapters and verses regarding the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;World History&lt;/span&gt;. That's two years worth of lessons, mind you. It just made all those attempts distressingly worthless and downright pathetic. But then again, I was only blind reading. It'll take a miracle for me to ace History now. If I were to ace it though, I would probably come up with an embarrassing &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;victory dance&lt;/span&gt;. With myself as the only audience, of course. God forbid, I shouldn't be thinking of victory dances at a time like this. Clearly, I am still not done with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wold History&lt;/span&gt; yet. My nightmare starts in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;T minus thirtysixthousand seconds&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;walking  calculato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;, mind you. Why would I be, when I have a functioning one right under my nose. Hah, I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;mentally exhausted&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Trials&lt;/span&gt; haven't even begun yet. I'll be on hiatus till the end of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday ;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Bahasa I&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;History I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday ; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Biology I &amp;amp;II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday ; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chemistry I &amp;amp;II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday ; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;History I&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Islamic Studies I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not even half of the timetable yet, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come with me,&lt;br /&gt;And we can make the heaven sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ayez Un Beau Jour ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-3642658316273612859?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/3642658316273612859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=3642658316273612859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/3642658316273612859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/3642658316273612859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-mind-will-not-leave-me-alone.html' title='My mind will not leave me alone'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SqU0MgJBrgI/AAAAAAAADdE/65VSmaOuvkM/s72-c/tumblr_kphuv8O1lU1qzyrwvo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-2839215657877077754</id><published>2009-09-05T23:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T01:22:11.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver dreams, golden smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SqKdo613b1I/AAAAAAAADc8/p9VAbZvvhHE/s1600-h/the-reader-movie-t03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SqKdo613b1I/AAAAAAAADc8/p9VAbZvvhHE/s400/the-reader-movie-t03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378034231349309266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hola Amores&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Friend : Aniss, Have you forgotten about school &lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops, might have slipped my mind that school still resumed as normal after the break. What difference did it make anyway, taking an extra one week leave. Because frankly, I study better alone. Without the distractions from 'em teachers and the hot weather. Plus, I prefer sleeping in to waking up at the ass crack of dawn, mind you. It's always a pleasure to catch up on some beauty sleep, especially after hours of being entertained by 'em books and drowning in a few mugs of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;hot chocolate&lt;/span&gt;. Yum. I've been entertaining myself with DVD's till the ass crack of dawn, these couple of days. From movies like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Bring It On&lt;/span&gt; to romance film like &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The Reader&lt;/span&gt;. Contrary to popular belief, I thought &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Fight to the Finish&lt;/span&gt; was as enthralling as the previous Bring It On movies. But then again, I'm not a movie expert. So frankly, I'm not one to talk. But &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Brother&lt;/span&gt; did agree with me, hah. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The Reader&lt;/span&gt; on the other hand is at present, my favourite romance film. As of last night anyway. The storyline was pure beautiful. Who would have thought that a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Love affair&lt;/span&gt; between a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;teenage boy&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;woman&lt;/span&gt; twice his age could be so alluring. Mind you, I was hooked ten minutes into the movie. Not to mention, my eyes couldn't stop tearing up throughout the last three quarter of the movie. I could probably use them to shower for an entire week, hah. "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The Reader reaches its amazing conclusion with a couple of scenes that might break whatever little strength we might still have left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Kate Winslet&lt;/span&gt; is such an amazing leading lady, I still remember how unbelievably well she acted in &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Titanic&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The Reader &lt;/span&gt;is just another movie that really captures how amazing an actress she is. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;David Kross&lt;/span&gt; did an amazing job too, although I've never ever seen him act before this. Plus, he has a charming look. And now I can't wait till I can watch it over and over again, I doubt I'll ever get bored of it. Sadly, that won't be happening anytime soon. My nightmare starts in more or less &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;54 hours&lt;/span&gt;, with get this, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Language&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt; paper as the appetizer. How do you reckon I revise two years worth of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt; lessons in let me see, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;48 hours &lt;/span&gt;? Yikes, I'm screwed. But then again, when have I never been screwed for &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You came to me in a Silver dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a glowing flow of a mountain stream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Amores De La Noche ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-2839215657877077754?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/2839215657877077754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=2839215657877077754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/2839215657877077754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/2839215657877077754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/09/silver-dreams-golden-smiles.html' title='Silver dreams, golden smiles'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SqKdo613b1I/AAAAAAAADc8/p9VAbZvvhHE/s72-c/the-reader-movie-t03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-8818342447978535105</id><published>2009-09-02T22:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T01:12:43.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't have a title for this post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sp6m7GZD39I/AAAAAAAADcw/Cz6e_fxKK18/s1600-h/shorts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sp6m7GZD39I/AAAAAAAADcw/Cz6e_fxKK18/s400/shorts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376918539385167826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Salut&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I can't take this nonsense anymore. I need a break. A real one, this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, f-ed up hormones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of the rainbow, I still have a pint of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Baskin's Cotton Candy&lt;/span&gt; in the freezer. Plus, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Bring It On ; Fight to the Finish&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ice cream&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;cheerleading&lt;/span&gt;, never have I found a greater remedy than those two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you too, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sweet Love&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sing to me the songs of the stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Au Revoir ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-8818342447978535105?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sp6m7GZD39I/AAAAAAAADcw/Cz6e_fxKK18/s72-c/shorts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-1035173759695190269</id><published>2009-09-01T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T01:05:56.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You were standing at the corner with your five bestfriends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hello&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I make Love to 'em books, I'll leave you guys with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7rMsTLLhQqo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/7rMsTLLhQqo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To drown in Your Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and not feel Your rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodnight &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-1035173759695190269?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Independence Day&lt;/span&gt; celebration was perfectly fine with me, but the lack of fireworks filling the midnight air was downright a bummer. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Brother&lt;/span&gt; thought it was best to crack up a joke regarding &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;, whilst we were stuffing our faces with 'em f&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;inger licking good&lt;/span&gt; chickens. As opposed to how the rest of us at the dinner table felt. But hey, it was hilarious regardless of it being unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Why aren't there any toilet papers in the KFC toliets ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Because it's finger licking good&lt;/span&gt;. (kindly bold the answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;agitated&lt;/span&gt; all day ? Well that's one thing I ain't got an answer for. Damn son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing compares to you , sweet Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ayez Un Beau Jor ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-20739756881036763?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/20739756881036763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=20739756881036763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/20739756881036763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/20739756881036763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/08/together-we-are-here-as-one.html' title='together we are here, as ONE'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SpwZSzc7bDI/AAAAAAAADco/c1oIj_-h0-I/s72-c/pale+bluegreen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-3379889162243032503</id><published>2009-08-30T23:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:59:38.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You rock out in your room, I rock a world premiere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SpqvFc6jf4I/AAAAAAAADcg/hLnP0PV-Yps/s1600-h/greenyellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SpqvFc6jf4I/AAAAAAAADcg/hLnP0PV-Yps/s400/greenyellow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375801613416103810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hallo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is clogged up with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ABC&lt;/span&gt;'s and&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; 123&lt;/span&gt;'s that I don't even need to use for atleast, one more week. And that only made me wonder, how long can one's brain store that vast of facts and informations ? I'm hoping it's longer than three months, hah. Two days break from 'em books didn't make that much of a difference, but maybe two months would. Unfortunately, it's not the time yet. Perhaps in three months time, then I'm good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a crucial need to catch up on all my all time favourite shows. And that include &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Gossip Girls&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;90210&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;House&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Prison Break&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Despo Housewives&lt;/span&gt;. Although Brother has every single episode of the latest season of every single show listed above in his computer, it's not like I have the time to actually sit down and watch 'em. Sad, very. But I did squeezed some time to watch &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Greys &lt;/span&gt;over the one week break, hah. The ending is extremely tear jerking. I cried more than I did compared to when I watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A Walk To Remember &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;PS I Love You&lt;/span&gt;. Even &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Titanic &lt;/span&gt;has dropped to second, with Grey's currently on the first spot. I don't want it to end like that, it just seemed so surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look, someone decided not to sleep yet :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're something more than momentary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Gute Nacht ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-3379889162243032503?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/3379889162243032503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=3379889162243032503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/3379889162243032503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/3379889162243032503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-rock-out-in-your-room-i-rock-world.html' title='You rock out in your room, I rock a world premiere'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SpqvFc6jf4I/AAAAAAAADcg/hLnP0PV-Yps/s72-c/greenyellow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-8285807364971360588</id><published>2009-08-29T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T01:05:20.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Season's are changing and the waves are crashing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SplfVZEGOrI/AAAAAAAADcQ/fRpqalxogFs/s1600-h/tumblr_koko248ULR1qzsb5eo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SplfVZEGOrI/AAAAAAAADcQ/fRpqalxogFs/s400/tumblr_koko248ULR1qzsb5eo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375432451353361074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Bonjour&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ditched 'em books today, they're beginning to get a tad too clingy. Hah, suckers ! I stayed under the covers till god knows what time, with music pounding in my ears. Ah, the simple pleasures of life. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Grandpops&lt;/span&gt; invited us over to his crib to indulge in the arrays of food, prepared specially for that occasion. God forbid, I ate like a pig. Not that I am aware of how much food 'em pigs consume on a daily basis, frankly I wouldn't know. So yeah, theoretically speaking only. From &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;chicken rice&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;cheese brownies&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;strawberry milkshakes&lt;/span&gt;, no wonder I look like a four months pregnant lady. I gained a few pounds over one meal, but only to loose all of 'em few hours later. Sweating my arse off on the trackmill ain't a necessity anymore, adding on to the list of simple pleasures of life. I enjoy Grandpops' never ending talks, albeit he tends to repeat himself at times. I especially love it when he quotes the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Koran&lt;/span&gt;, so pleasant to the ears. Plus, the words are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;. I wish I can quote the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Koran&lt;/span&gt; too, but it takes alot of understanding before I can master such a thing. One day, perhaps ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get some snoring in action. Or not, depends on what&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Lover&lt;/span&gt; has in store for me tonight :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I see your smile,&lt;br /&gt;Tears roll down my face.&lt;br /&gt;I can't replace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Bonne Nuit ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-8285807364971360588?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/8285807364971360588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=8285807364971360588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/8285807364971360588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/8285807364971360588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/08/seasons-are-changing-and-waves-are.html' title='Season&apos;s are changing and the waves are crashing'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SplfVZEGOrI/AAAAAAAADcQ/fRpqalxogFs/s72-c/tumblr_koko248ULR1qzsb5eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-3350269976875936233</id><published>2009-08-27T23:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T01:38:47.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday You told me about the blue blue sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SpbA0Wta8pI/AAAAAAAADcA/Cj0gIEaJcx8/s1600-h/blck+and+white+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SpbA0Wta8pI/AAAAAAAADcA/Cj0gIEaJcx8/s400/blck+and+white+love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374695210995085970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ciao&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been told once, or perhaps numerous of times about my forte for tutoring others. It's flattering, really. But I have no intentions whatsoever on pursuing a career in that field, not in the least bit interested in doing so. Besides, my&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; lack of confidence&lt;/span&gt; when it comes to speaking in front of more than three strangers would definitely be an inconvenience . Guess I should just stick to something that is very much comfortable to me, yeah. I played tutor to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lover&lt;/span&gt; again, today. He's progressing at a faster rate than I expected, glad I could teach him a trick or two on how to play with numbers, the right way. Witnessing how his eyes sparkled for finally getting it right on his own, was one of those incredible moments. That &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;shy boy &lt;/span&gt;refused to stay for dinner, even after I have plead countless of times. Funny how he gets elated everytime he was invited to a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;family gathering&lt;/span&gt;, but when he's finally at one, he'd always turn mute, only talking when questions were being directed to him . But even then, it would always be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;monosyllable&lt;/span&gt;. I still remember the first time we met, more than a year ago. Took him a good two hours to finally utter his first word, I was lucky enough that he even said anything. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Funny boy&lt;/span&gt;, he is. Glad he's much more comfortable now. In fact, it takes a whole lot more than &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;a slap in the face&lt;/span&gt; to shut him up. Hah, kidding !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since day one of this break, I have been in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;autopilot mode&lt;/span&gt; when it comes to dating the books and drowning in my &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;hot chocolate mugs&lt;/span&gt;. It might sound unnecessary to create an obsession over 'em books, but I feel the need to do so, after having neglected them for the first half of the year, mainly during the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;cheer season&lt;/span&gt;. Even so, don't feel the need to be intimidated with how I've been spending my break. Because frankly, it's the exact same way everyone else is spending theirs. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Save all the denials&lt;/span&gt;, it ain't worth your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Insomnia&lt;/span&gt; has kicked in and my &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;biological clock&lt;/span&gt; has gone haywire, big time. Glad I have a pair of ears always ready to put up with my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;late night rants&lt;/span&gt;, and a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;soothing voice&lt;/span&gt; that never fails to put me to sleep :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's really good to hear your voice,&lt;br /&gt;Saying my name,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Its sounds so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Coming from the lips of  Angel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hearing those words,&lt;br /&gt;It makes me weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Buonanotte ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-3350269976875936233?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/3350269976875936233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=3350269976875936233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/3350269976875936233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/3350269976875936233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/08/yesterday-you-told-me-about-blue-blue.html' title='Yesterday You told me about the blue blue sky'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SpbA0Wta8pI/AAAAAAAADcA/Cj0gIEaJcx8/s72-c/blck+and+white+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-584685127086086081</id><published>2009-08-24T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:29:19.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving up for that diamond ring, then I'll quit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SpK-1y9imNI/AAAAAAAADb4/SxbPvYikXOc/s1600-h/z195719141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SpK-1y9imNI/AAAAAAAADb4/SxbPvYikXOc/s400/z195719141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373567136828659922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ola&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lover&lt;/span&gt; came over today, and I played tutor to him. Numerals and equations aren't his best forte,  likewise to how &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;World History&lt;/span&gt; ain't mine. God forbid, they're just lumps of complicated mess. We were at it for three hours, barely enough time to cover one year worth of lessons. But even so, we managed. Studying with a growling stomach wasn't that fun, but having the aroma of food being cooked, lingering around the house was beyond torture. Lucky for us though, it wasn't that long till it was time to break our fast. But he left for tuition before I could invite him to stay for dinner, oh well. I was left to break my fast with&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Brother&lt;/span&gt; instead, with the absence of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;. I have to cut this short as I had already promised a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; date with the books&lt;/span&gt; tonight, given that I had neglected them all evening, just to play tutor to someone else. Plus, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lover'&lt;/span&gt;s on the line :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hah !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey boy, I wanna catch your wave.&lt;br /&gt;Hey boy, I wanna drift away with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Boa Noite ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-584685127086086081?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/584685127086086081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=584685127086086081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/584685127086086081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/584685127086086081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/08/saving-up-for-that-diamond-ring-then.html' title='Saving up for that diamond ring, then I&apos;ll quit'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SpK-1y9imNI/AAAAAAAADb4/SxbPvYikXOc/s72-c/z195719141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-9105995778436324037</id><published>2009-08-23T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T00:18:22.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am hungry, i wanna eat a dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SpFp7JQxQsI/AAAAAAAADbw/_Yep-ES322w/s1600-h/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SpFp7JQxQsI/AAAAAAAADbw/_Yep-ES322w/s400/tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373192295249167042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Greetings Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its rather stimulating to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;live by quotes&lt;/span&gt;. This is one of the few that I keep in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Your smile could light up this whole town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-9105995778436324037?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/9105995778436324037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=9105995778436324037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/9105995778436324037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/9105995778436324037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-hungry-i-wanna-eat-dream.html' title='i am hungry, i wanna eat a dream'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SpFp7JQxQsI/AAAAAAAADbw/_Yep-ES322w/s72-c/tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-6302640840708808629</id><published>2009-08-22T22:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T00:01:52.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing your bounce and getting chilled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SpAU--m2vWI/AAAAAAAADbo/cWMuYnWuQKw/s1600-h/control.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SpAU--m2vWI/AAAAAAAADbo/cWMuYnWuQKw/s400/control.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372817427643415906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was so&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; peaceful&lt;/span&gt;, that for a second there,  it totally slipped my mind that I was fasting. I wasn't in the least bit hungry, nor was I even close to being thirsty. And somehow I felt &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;at ease&lt;/span&gt;, all day long. The extended date with the books kept me busy the whole day, from the moment I woke up, up till it was time to break my fast. What's surprised me here was the fact that I didn't feel the need to take my usual &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;three hours long evening nap&lt;/span&gt;, my eyes didn't even show any sign of betraying me today. Like every other &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ramadhan&lt;/span&gt;, I performed my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Terawikh&lt;/span&gt; by myself, in the vicinity of my very own four walls. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mother&lt;/span&gt; was too busy with work to even squeeze some time to bring us to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Mosque&lt;/span&gt;, and she sent the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;driver&lt;/span&gt; home rather early today. Ever since the influenza has taken the world by surprise, I rarely see her at home. Most of the time, she would be at the clinic and won't be home till the clock strikes midnight. And when she's at home, she would be buried under a few copies of the ginormous &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;medical books&lt;/span&gt;. Never have I realized that saving others could be that tough, yikes (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is never boastful,&lt;br /&gt;Nor is it resentful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;aniss :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-6302640840708808629?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/6302640840708808629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=6302640840708808629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/6302640840708808629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/6302640840708808629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/08/missing-your-bounce-and-getting-chilled.html' title='Missing your bounce and getting chilled'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SpAU--m2vWI/AAAAAAAADbo/cWMuYnWuQKw/s72-c/control.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-1641497229165343729</id><published>2009-08-21T23:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:10:50.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can feel the butterflies, leading me through to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/So7FFGvsBfI/AAAAAAAADbg/FtpQxwmznE0/s1600-h/so+sweet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/So7FFGvsBfI/AAAAAAAADbg/FtpQxwmznE0/s400/so+sweet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372448097000228338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dear &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was an artist, onto paper I would draw you. If I was a pilot on a jet, to the stars I would let you fly me. Forgive me if I seem forward, but I've never been in front of anything like you. It's the last place I ever thought I'd be, when I woke up fourteen moths ago. Slowly, you have started to see right through me. And I'm loving every second of it. It's like I'm born again, everytime you make me smile. So if you're curious, I'm in Love with you. And I like to sing in the shower, if you like I'll sing to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;hearts; fourteenmonthsandcounting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1172042843436353921-1641497229165343729?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/1641497229165343729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=1641497229165343729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/1641497229165343729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/1641497229165343729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-can-feel-butterflies-leading-me.html' title='I can feel the butterflies, leading me through to you'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/So7FFGvsBfI/AAAAAAAADbg/FtpQxwmznE0/s72-c/so+sweet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-3831363531273530185</id><published>2009-08-21T22:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:51:37.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything that you have always dreamed of, close enough for you to taste</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/So7B2zWlTBI/AAAAAAAADbY/XyFAOeo1V9M/s1600-h/fragile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/So7B2zWlTBI/AAAAAAAADbY/XyFAOeo1V9M/s400/fragile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372444552741604370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushing to complete ginormous amount of homework before the deadline was enjoyable, regardless of the pain on your thumb. But to have four &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;amazing friends&lt;/span&gt; helping you along the way was beyond gratifying, given that they themselves have completed theirs, way before I even got started on mine. Like they say,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; True Friends are hard to find&lt;/span&gt;. With homework out of the way and the start of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;August break&lt;/span&gt;, I can finally get a good night sleep, apart from getting the liberty to extend my date with the books. All three tutors of mine are now fighting over who gets to disrupt my &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;sleeping time &lt;/span&gt;during the break. Apparently, I won't get to sleep in. But then again, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;trials &lt;/span&gt;are in two weeks time, more or less. If it wasn't because of that, I would have gone berserk on them. As a friend of mine said and I quote, '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;We should already be in gear 8 by now&lt;/span&gt;'. Why she picked the number eight, I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ramadhan Al-Mubarak&lt;/span&gt; is finally here. Hopefully I would be given the strength to complete one whole month of fasting, unless my cycle gets in the way. I'm looking forward to the first&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Sahur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;which is in a few hours time. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Happy Fasting&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your Love is something that I can't learn to resist.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Aniss :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-3831363531273530185?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/3831363531273530185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=3831363531273530185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/3831363531273530185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/3831363531273530185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/08/everything-that-you-have-always-dreamed.html' title='everything that you have always dreamed of, close enough for you to taste'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/So7B2zWlTBI/AAAAAAAADbY/XyFAOeo1V9M/s72-c/fragile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-3110165796703106143</id><published>2009-08-20T01:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:28:38.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love is a maze, and life is a riddle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sow2oxAaXOI/AAAAAAAADbQ/YTW9UQMDPTg/s1600-h/paradise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sow2oxAaXOI/AAAAAAAADbQ/YTW9UQMDPTg/s400/paradise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371728529523891426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;quarter past one&lt;/span&gt;, but I'm still nowhere near done. I never knew I had this much of overdue homework, until well, today. It's not normal for me to stay up to finish my homework, because frankly, I would not have cared. To study for a test, that's a different story. But I guess the fact that it will affect my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;trials&lt;/span&gt; knocked some sense into me. Even so, I don't think I'm capable of completing each and every one of them. So let's just put it this way, there would definitely be some unlucky ones. Hah, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;my eyes are slowly betraying me&lt;/span&gt;. Let's see how long I can keep this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Bestfriend&lt;/span&gt; and her beau just turned one today, and they still have &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;an Eternity&lt;/span&gt; ahead of them &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; is such an amazing journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you always this breathtaking ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Aniss (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-3110165796703106143?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/3110165796703106143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=3110165796703106143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/3110165796703106143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/3110165796703106143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-is-maze-and-life-is-riddle.html' title='love is a maze, and life is a riddle'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sow2oxAaXOI/AAAAAAAADbQ/YTW9UQMDPTg/s72-c/paradise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-3169837960233090332</id><published>2009-08-18T22:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:46:20.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make the clock stops, then come around</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sora14huekI/AAAAAAAADbI/MHhH4VuxL4c/s1600-h/scream+our+insecurities.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sora14huekI/AAAAAAAADbI/MHhH4VuxL4c/s400/scream+our+insecurities.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371346124834503234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow my eyes always irradiate at the mention of the need to pay the dentist a visit. Ironically, it is situated amongst an array of boutiques, filled to the brim with never ending racks of modish shoes, bags and clothes. So frankly, my mood perks up not because of the fact that my teeth won't start falling out in my mid fifties. During my trip to the dentist today, I scored a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;purple halter top&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;greyish-purple shirt&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;a purple cardigan&lt;/span&gt; and a&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; puffy denim shorts&lt;/span&gt;. The sudden obsession towards that certain colour still puzzles me, the colour just seems to catch my eyes more nowadays. Either my feet has grown a size bigger overnight, or the cutting of that certain heels that I so badly want differs from the normal cuttings. Either way, I did not get to purchase said heels as they don't have it in my supposedly new shoe size. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Life's unfair like that&lt;/span&gt;. But I am still satisfied with my purchases for the day, regardless of that exceptional single item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can do school tomorrow. Just because I am blessed with having a doctor as my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;. And we all know how they never run out of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;MC&lt;/span&gt;'s :) Now all that's left to do is, beg &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt; for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lover&lt;/span&gt;'s on the line, Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're oh oh oh like air,&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop my breathing in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Aniss :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-3169837960233090332?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/3169837960233090332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=3169837960233090332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/3169837960233090332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/3169837960233090332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/08/make-clock-stops-then-come-around.html' title='Make the clock stops, then come around'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sora14huekI/AAAAAAAADbI/MHhH4VuxL4c/s72-c/scream+our+insecurities.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-6674241377330187073</id><published>2009-08-16T22:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:32:59.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all our belongings in shopping carts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sol3ynRlhMI/AAAAAAAADaw/a8wJ0QgNsuk/s1600-h/Boys-Like-Girls-s01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sol3ynRlhMI/AAAAAAAADaw/a8wJ0QgNsuk/s400/Boys-Like-Girls-s01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370955742035936450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;World Stage&lt;/span&gt; was epic. The atmosphere was great, the bands were even better. Not to forget, the first class company of my best girls and boy. I had one of the best views, on top of a certain person's shoulder. It still surprises me how he could withstand my whole body weight for such a long period of time. Maybe he was dying down there, for all I know. But one thing's for sure, he didn't whine. Just one of the many things I adore about him :) &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Boys Like Girls&lt;/span&gt; was the highlight of the event, given that they are the main reason I even went in the first place. Slow dancing to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It Ends Tonight&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;All American Rejects&lt;/span&gt; was definitely one of those incredible moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today, feeling lethargic and definitely lazy. Followed &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt; to the tailor to settle our &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Eid&lt;/span&gt; outfits. Tagged along when an aunt invited sister to a bazaar. Scored two dresses, a metallic &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;purple belt&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;silver heart-shaped necklace&lt;/span&gt;. Well if it ain't obvious enough, I just burned a bigger hole in the already existing big hole of my purse. Ordered &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Nandos&lt;/span&gt;, and the whole family had dinner in front of the telly. Rarely would &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt; allows us to do so, but with reason unbeknown to us, she did. Oh wow, I haven't been dating the books for quiet some time now. Surely they must have missed me, as oppose to how I feel about them. Hah ! Time to hit the sack baby, G'night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got your runaway smile,&lt;br /&gt;in my piggy bank baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Aniss :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-6674241377330187073?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/6674241377330187073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=6674241377330187073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/6674241377330187073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/6674241377330187073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-our-belongings-in-shopping-carts.html' title='all our belongings in shopping carts'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sol3ynRlhMI/AAAAAAAADaw/a8wJ0QgNsuk/s72-c/Boys-Like-Girls-s01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-7721094544120404194</id><published>2009-08-14T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T00:28:25.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its five minutes to midnight, and i'm going home with you tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SoWQSiiEqJI/AAAAAAAADag/c_wwKcetxXA/s1600-h/z199029190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SoWQSiiEqJI/AAAAAAAADag/c_wwKcetxXA/s400/z199029190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369856778890946706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Blindfolds &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;pizzas&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;marshmallows&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;pillows&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;blankets&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; karaoke&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;bare arses&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;pools &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;wet bold undergarments&lt;/span&gt;. And of course, superb juniors. Definitely, the best farewell party any seniors could ever asked for. Deepest gratitude to each and everyone of you, you guys totally nailed it. Much love, you guys would be dearly missed from now onwards. The laughter, the bond that we had ; irreplaceable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;World Stage&lt;/span&gt; is tomorrow, no wonder my eyes are showing no sign of betraying me anytime soon. But even so, I should probably get some shut eye. Need to be there early, as the crowd would be manic. I might have forgotten to mention earlier, I now have three very deep cuts on my left foot, hindering my movement. Oh wait, it's on the right foot. Thanks yeah, &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://sarah-ohh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt; -.- Atleast it'll be easier for you to spot me tomorrow, look for the limping girl. Hah !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you touch me, I shake like a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Aniss :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-7721094544120404194?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/7721094544120404194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=7721094544120404194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/7721094544120404194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/7721094544120404194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-five-minutes-to-midnight-and-im.html' title='its five minutes to midnight, and i&apos;m going home with you tonight'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SoWQSiiEqJI/AAAAAAAADag/c_wwKcetxXA/s72-c/z199029190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-7846928990855732147</id><published>2009-08-13T23:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T00:13:12.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're chasing stars to hide our shadows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SoQ7boWCc8I/AAAAAAAADaY/dyLA8UD9W2c/s1600-h/anissss+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SoQ7boWCc8I/AAAAAAAADaY/dyLA8UD9W2c/s400/anissss+087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369482001604834242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my world is going crazy, You can turn it all around. And when I'm down You're there, pushing me to the top. When I lose the will to win; I just reach for You, and I can reach the sky again. And when I need a friend, You're always by my side ; giving me faith, taking me through the night. I can do anything, because Your Love is so amazing. Your Love inspires me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for constantly being there through my darkest hours, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;. Especially these last few days, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when I was so fragile; even the simplest thing could have broken me into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Aniss :)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-7846928990855732147?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/7846928990855732147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=7846928990855732147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/7846928990855732147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/7846928990855732147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/08/were-chasing-stars-to-hide-our-shadows.html' title='We&apos;re chasing stars to hide our shadows'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SoQ7boWCc8I/AAAAAAAADaY/dyLA8UD9W2c/s72-c/anissss+087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-771310640971546044</id><published>2009-08-11T23:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T23:47:03.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm coming home when all the leaves began to fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SoGSO9TAHaI/AAAAAAAADaQ/SF69skUFh9E/s1600-h/Couple+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SoGSO9TAHaI/AAAAAAAADaQ/SF69skUFh9E/s400/Couple+7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368733016472427938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School tires me, it drains out every little speck of energy till there's none left for the survival of the rest of the day. At this point in time, I prefer making love to the books in the vicinity of my very own four walls rather than taking the 10 minutes trip to school. But then again, I'm only left with three more months before calling high school quits. Better make the most of what I have now. Come to think of it though, school's not really all that bad.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Recess &lt;/span&gt;is obviously still my favourite period, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;foods&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;friends &lt;/span&gt;are definitely a great medley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Emotionally unstable&lt;/span&gt; at the mo, be back in I-dont-care-when. No one's at fault, except maybe the ever raging &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hormones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha, okaaay -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I ache to be in you embrace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Aniss :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-771310640971546044?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/771310640971546044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=771310640971546044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/771310640971546044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/771310640971546044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-coming-home-when-all-leaves-began-to.html' title='I&apos;m coming home when all the leaves began to fall'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SoGSO9TAHaI/AAAAAAAADaQ/SF69skUFh9E/s72-c/Couple+7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-7717669149402702986</id><published>2009-08-10T22:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:17:51.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on top of the world, with you by my side</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SoA3Ub_AH4I/AAAAAAAADaI/mpQqLqW_iYg/s1600-h/anissss+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SoA3Ub_AH4I/AAAAAAAADaI/mpQqLqW_iYg/s400/anissss+098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368351580074549122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;bed sores &lt;/span&gt;and my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;muscles feeling lethargic&lt;/span&gt;. Guess it has been awhile since I last  sweat my arse off on the trackmill, not to mention I haven't been stretching for over three weeks already. Damn you, homeworks (!) But then again, not that I'm ever up to date with any of my homeworks. In fact, I now have five overdue lab reports that I am so reluctant in doing. But let's not get into that now. As I was saying, I lack exercise nowadays. Oh how I wish it was&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; cheer season&lt;/span&gt; again, I desperately need to cheer. But I am well aware that it won't be anytime soon, so now I have to just settle with doing my own exercise, in my own time. So I did some running and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;stretching&lt;/span&gt; this morning, and now I feel a million times better already. The wonders of exercise, hah. Mom just got back, I'm going to say hi to her. Oh look, she bought us each a big bottle of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;sanitizer&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;mask&lt;/span&gt; that seems to be the trend nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is reopening tomorrow, just great -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even the angels bow down at your beautiful voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Aniss :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-7717669149402702986?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/7717669149402702986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=7717669149402702986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/7717669149402702986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/7717669149402702986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/08/thinking-in-progress.html' title='on top of the world, with you by my side'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SoA3Ub_AH4I/AAAAAAAADaI/mpQqLqW_iYg/s72-c/anissss+098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-6288167710096243565</id><published>2009-08-09T23:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T00:41:08.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This life is a bit too fragile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sn76jM6B9jI/AAAAAAAADaA/GWdMRNznbzc/s1600-h/anissss+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sn76jM6B9jI/AAAAAAAADaA/GWdMRNznbzc/s400/anissss+092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368003288539199026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;, I told you I studied today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to drag this lazy arse of mine and hit the showers, only after the sun had begun to shine at its best. Breakfast was out of the question, so I settled with brunch instead. Truth be told, my mind works at it's best only and only if, my tummy is full. So I did some studying, after having filled up my tummy.  I planned on revising one of my weak subjects, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt;. Without even realizing, two hours became four. My tummy was already planning its suicide, after been neglected for such a long period of time. Lucky me, I managed to catch the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Jonas Brothers&lt;/span&gt; new series on Disney and a few episodes of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Keeping Up With The Kardashians&lt;/span&gt; while having a break from the books. My god, who spends 20 grand in one single shop only ? Definitely the Kardashians. And the Jo Bros are still delicious, as ever. Sister complained that I study too much. Well hello there sister, go meet &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Myraa&lt;/span&gt;. And while you are at it, why not my entire circle of friend. Not to mention, trials are just around the corner. Two to be exact, oh kill me.  Even so, she managed to talk me into accompanying her out for awhile. Just enough time to get my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Pure Caramel Latte&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Coffee Bean&lt;/span&gt;, which frankly, is the only thing that I drink from&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Coffee Bean&lt;/span&gt;. I don't do caffeine, extremely loathe the bitter taste. But the smell is quite appealing though, I don't mind getting a coffee scented perfume. In fact, I almost bought it once. Maybe next time, when I have extra cash. Anywho, I attempted 25 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;AddMaths&lt;/span&gt; questions after dinner. Out of all the questions, I had 8 miscalculated answers. I feel dumb, enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm waiting for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Lover&lt;/span&gt; to wake up. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And whisper sweet nothings, that only I can hear )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you miss me too, boy ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Aniss :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-6288167710096243565?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/6288167710096243565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=6288167710096243565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/6288167710096243565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/6288167710096243565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-life-is-bit-too-fragile.html' title='This life is a bit too fragile'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sn76jM6B9jI/AAAAAAAADaA/GWdMRNznbzc/s72-c/anissss+092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-9067121946944576295</id><published>2009-08-08T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:54:18.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A single soul, inhabiting two bodies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sn7tONeXQ6I/AAAAAAAADZ4/Kjzj7KApU2E/s1600-h/6130_115332358738_667983738_2200123_5646947_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sn7tONeXQ6I/AAAAAAAADZ4/Kjzj7KApU2E/s400/6130_115332358738_667983738_2200123_5646947_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367988634263176098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourty five beautiful years together, and forever still ahead of them. Petty arguments are part of their daily routine, yet at the end of the day, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; tops everything. It's amusing to watch them bicker, like &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;a pot calling the kettle black&lt;/span&gt;. With them, there would always be three different stories.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; His story&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;her story&lt;/span&gt;, and of course, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;actual story&lt;/span&gt;. And as always, its such an entertainment to hear both of their sides of stories, before knowing the actual one itself. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy 45th Anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, may god bless both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm276/nisbong/wht%20i%20call%20love/6130_115332283738_667983738_2200120.jpg" height="270" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with the extended family was a bliss, as it always is. The food was superbly scrumptious, especially the&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Oven Baked Mussels &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Braised Australian Lamb Shank&lt;/span&gt;. The company was even better. I've just realized that we had a lot of family gatherings this year, compared to previous years. Let's hope there's more to come :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm276/nisbong/wht%20i%20call%20love/6130_115600028738_667983738_2204326.jpg" height="270" width="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm276/nisbong/wht%20i%20call%20love/6130_115330323738_667983738_2200099.jpg" height="270" width="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm276/nisbong/wht%20i%20call%20love/6130_115331223738_667983738_2200107.jpg" height="345" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm276/nisbong/wht%20i%20call%20love/6130_115331793738_667983738_2200114.jpg" height="345" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if we are miles apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;We are still each other's destiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniss (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-9067121946944576295?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/9067121946944576295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=9067121946944576295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/9067121946944576295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/9067121946944576295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/08/single-soul-inhabiting-two-bodies.html' title='A single soul, inhabiting two bodies'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sn7tONeXQ6I/AAAAAAAADZ4/Kjzj7KApU2E/s72-c/6130_115332358738_667983738_2200123_5646947_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-4786998005997471808</id><published>2009-08-07T23:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:55:29.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I used to be love drunk, but now i'm hungover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SnxU3KG7_bI/AAAAAAAADZw/RkN0A0Jr7GA/s1600-h/myraa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SnxU3KG7_bI/AAAAAAAADZw/RkN0A0Jr7GA/s400/myraa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367258162501778866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Seventeenth, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Umairah Hussin (!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year closer to being legal, but still looks pretty much like a 12 year old. My friend of four years, who has a peculiarly weak immune system, just turned the not so big &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Seventeen&lt;/span&gt;. I can still recall the good old times when I used to spent most of my days over at her place, just lazing on her roof and drooling over her shirtless brother. Don't get me wrong here, I still go over to her house now and then, and definitely still drool over her brother. But maybe not as much as I used too. I guess life has just been keeping us busy, not to mention she now prefers dating her books and drowning in her coffee cups rather than put up with my never ending giggles. It has been ages since I last stepped my foot in her house, so I was more than elated to have been invited to her '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;4 people only&lt;/span&gt; ' birthday party. Even so, we had a superb time, gobbling down &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;homemade pizzas&lt;/span&gt;. A game of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;twister&lt;/span&gt; got us all knotted up together in a few embarrassing positions, all caught on camera. A picture or two were taken to be kept aside for future laughing sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I want to drown in you Love,&lt;br /&gt;forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Aniss (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-4786998005997471808?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/4786998005997471808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=4786998005997471808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/4786998005997471808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/4786998005997471808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-used-to-be-love-drunk-but-now-im.html' title='I used to be love drunk, but now i&apos;m hungover'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SnxU3KG7_bI/AAAAAAAADZw/RkN0A0Jr7GA/s72-c/myraa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-1456754129994820208</id><published>2009-08-06T23:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T00:34:03.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My feet are there but I haven't washed my hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SnsFcwt5wyI/AAAAAAAADZA/bUh7WebXbew/s1600-h/anissss+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SnsFcwt5wyI/AAAAAAAADZA/bUh7WebXbew/s320/anissss+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366889372613985058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; fear&lt;/span&gt; is what makes  us decide, our future journey. Then I'm not along for the ride, because I'm still learning. To try and touch the sky, my fingers are burning. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Before you are old, you are young&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm standing out in the street. The earth is moving, I could feel it under my feet. And I am still proving, that I can stand on my ground. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;To be lost before you are found, doesn't mean that you were losing&lt;/span&gt;.  And it feels so good to hit the ground, once in awhile. You can watch me fall, right on my face. And I still wouldn't care, because someday I will rise. But that's not for now, and for now I'm falling. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Falling down&lt;/span&gt;, down. Down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hear me when I say,&lt;br /&gt;When I say I believe.&lt;br /&gt;So far away,&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Aniss (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-1456754129994820208?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/1456754129994820208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=1456754129994820208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/1456754129994820208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/1456754129994820208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-feet-are-there-but-i-havent-washed.html' title='My feet are there but I haven&apos;t washed my hair'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SnsFcwt5wyI/AAAAAAAADZA/bUh7WebXbew/s72-c/anissss+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-1929315364785584936</id><published>2009-08-05T22:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:45:57.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take every moment, you know you own them</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Snmowsq2HwI/AAAAAAAADY4/wbPyeeZsBUE/s1600-h/anissss+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Snmowsq2HwI/AAAAAAAADY4/wbPyeeZsBUE/s320/anissss+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366505985566711554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is a really great time to start freaking out on how time is gearing up and bearing me closer to the big day. Heck, I wish I was implying to the day that I would be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sashaying down the aisle&lt;/span&gt;. But then again, I would have been more elated than freaked out. That's not the point here. Pardon me, I get sidetrack easily nowadays. Instead of letting the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; pessimist&lt;/span&gt; side of me take control over my life, I decided to remain &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;optimist&lt;/span&gt;. So I came up with a study plan which has yet to be tested for its effectiveness. Even so, I have people telling me that the said plan wouldn't prevail while some say that I should follow my instinct. I chose to listen to the latter. My group of acquaintances asked me to join them for a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;study group&lt;/span&gt;, but I'm still contemplating on whether to go ahead with it. I would probably waste my time, feeling intimidated by their brains' capability of storing a vast amount of informations and still have space for more. But then again, maybe some competition would do me good. I might have failed to mention that my school was demanded to close it's  gates on us for a whole week as a safety precaution towards the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;influenza &lt;/span&gt;which is causing millions of people all over the world to fall sick, and even fatal to some. It has become pandemic, that it's scaring the bejeezers out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before my eyes decide to betray me, I shall continue &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;making love&lt;/span&gt; to my &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt; book first. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Buenas Noches &lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are like a hard candy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;with a surprise center.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniss :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-1929315364785584936?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/1929315364785584936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=1929315364785584936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/1929315364785584936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/1929315364785584936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/08/take-every-moment-you-know-you-own-them.html' title='Take every moment, you know you own them'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Snmowsq2HwI/AAAAAAAADY4/wbPyeeZsBUE/s72-c/anissss+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-8285298412700523257</id><published>2009-08-03T22:44:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T18:16:18.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Storms of fable foreign tounge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Snlb6XYBKlI/AAAAAAAADYQ/ne_EOpAhfCc/s1600-h/anissss+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Snlb6XYBKlI/AAAAAAAADYQ/ne_EOpAhfCc/s400/anissss+086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366421489253952082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Seventeenth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/1172042843436353921-8285298412700523257?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/8285298412700523257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=8285298412700523257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/8285298412700523257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/8285298412700523257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/08/storms-of-fable-foreign-tounge.html' title='Storms of fable foreign tounge'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Snlb6XYBKlI/AAAAAAAADYQ/ne_EOpAhfCc/s72-c/anissss+086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-7708306495750615911</id><published>2009-07-26T23:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T00:22:39.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pushing me to the top</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SmyCVvtMn4I/AAAAAAAADWw/h9fvcbpwIeE/s1600-h/anissss+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SmyCVvtMn4I/AAAAAAAADWw/h9fvcbpwIeE/s320/anissss+070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362804566386319234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to reasons not worth mentioning, all my tuitions got canceled today. Or rather postponed to another day, still unbeknown to me. There I thought I could finally sleep in on a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;, after what seemed like forever. Little did I know that I had a dental appointment scheduled a little after ten, which&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Mom &lt;/span&gt;forgot to mention. If I didn't make it obvious enough, I didn't get to sleep in . So I was forced out of the bed before 10. Upon reaching home, I went straight to the trackmill before my lazy self could take over. I was on it for a half hour or so before I was sweating buckets full, hence making me decide that it was enough, apart from being done watching reruns of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Friends &lt;/span&gt;on the telly. Took a really long shower to rejuvenate myself before going on a date with the&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Lover&lt;/span&gt; at the Curve. Satisfied my craving for&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Chicken Teriyaki &lt;/span&gt;at &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sakae Sushi&lt;/span&gt;, where he preferred to watch me eat rather than filling up his tummy himself. Walked around for awhile and saw this really nice &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; sandals at&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Vincci&lt;/span&gt;. Neither me nor he could stop my raging temptation to purchase said sandals, but I'm still not feeling any regret at all regardless of just purchasing a new pair of flats, less than two weeks ago. Managed to catch one of the last &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Transformers&lt;/span&gt; show, before they can stop showing it in the cinemas. Two thumbs up for the movie ! For a second there, I wanted so badly to change my sexuality, when they were showing the scene where &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Megan Fox&lt;/span&gt; was on the bike. Ahmygod ! Walked around the bazaar soon after, some stalls were already closing in for the day. I purchased my second item of the day, a white butterfly handbag. Well you can say that I've just burned a big hole in my purse, uh-huh. Shared a cupcake and a box of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;strawberries&lt;/span&gt; with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lover&lt;/span&gt;, while waiting for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt; to pick me up, which she did, a little before 10. She claimed that she fell asleep. Atleast it bought me some more time to talk to him :) So, all's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For a friend,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For a Love to keep me safe and warm,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I turn to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniss (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-7708306495750615911?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/7708306495750615911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=7708306495750615911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/7708306495750615911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/7708306495750615911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/07/pushing-me-to-top.html' title='Pushing me to the top'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SmyCVvtMn4I/AAAAAAAADWw/h9fvcbpwIeE/s72-c/anissss+070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-4820255810962148112</id><published>2009-07-21T23:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T00:08:22.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are the moon that glows in my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SmXnzi84lUI/AAAAAAAADUk/PwYc42nZlRQ/s1600-h/anissss+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SmXnzi84lUI/AAAAAAAADUk/PwYc42nZlRQ/s320/anissss+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360945804195960130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haven't you heard,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;How we rock each other's world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;thirteenmonthsandcounting.&lt;/span&gt;&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/1172042843436353921-4820255810962148112?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/4820255810962148112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=4820255810962148112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/4820255810962148112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/4820255810962148112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-are-moon-that-glows-in-my-heart.html' title='You are the moon that glows in my heart'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SmXnzi84lUI/AAAAAAAADUk/PwYc42nZlRQ/s72-c/anissss+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-91565516741137414</id><published>2009-07-20T23:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T00:30:16.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>glory glory man united</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SmSaGpxd4pI/AAAAAAAADUM/dIFf5RHAUWE/s1600-h/IMG_8983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SmSaGpxd4pI/AAAAAAAADUM/dIFf5RHAUWE/s320/IMG_8983.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360578895560958610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was one hell of a weekend. The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red Devils&lt;/span&gt; were in town and I was lucky enough to watch the sexy players strut their stuff, in flesh. The &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Malaysian Team &lt;/span&gt;played rather proficiently, but the lack of teamwork was shameful. The score was 2-3, with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red Devils &lt;/span&gt;as the eventual winners, without a doubt. It was rather stimulating having the whole stadium erupt in very loud cheers, be it when the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Red Devils&lt;/span&gt; scored or even when the Malaysian team scored. Regardless of the fact that most of the spectators came in red, including me. Talk about showmanship, very nice. A dinner with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lover&lt;/span&gt; followed soon after. One of the aunts was kind enough to have bought me a ticket to watch &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince&lt;/span&gt; on Sunday. Frankly, the movie wasn't as enticing as the book, enough said. How could they just add and minus scenes like that ? It's so annoying when they do that, ergh. Anywho, another aunt was kind enough to send me to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Marcos Pizza&lt;/span&gt; after the movie for the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; D*Starz &lt;/span&gt;party. I seriously thought their pizzas were somehow or rather better than &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pizza Hut&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Dominos&lt;/span&gt;, thus explains the amount of pizza and pasta that I shoved down my throat. The desserts were scrumptious too. Later on, we made our way to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;AC&lt;/span&gt; to play a game or three of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;foosball&lt;/span&gt;. As we were all craving for ice cream, we headed to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;McD&lt;/span&gt; for their famous sundaes. We got to talking about things that brought us back to our friendship, three years back. Although we went separate ways, but sharing a same passion for cheer has always kept our bond strong until now. Last night has made me realized that the three of them are the ones that I can really talk to, relate to and really feel comfortable opening up to. Don't get me wrong here, all my other friends are equally as great and I&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; all of them dearly. But maybe sharing a same passion in life is the thing that made them easier for me to relate to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look at the stars,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how they shine for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Aniss :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-91565516741137414?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/91565516741137414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=91565516741137414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/91565516741137414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/91565516741137414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/07/glory-glory-man-united.html' title='glory glory man united'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SmSaGpxd4pI/AAAAAAAADUM/dIFf5RHAUWE/s72-c/IMG_8983.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-3881472514195557592</id><published>2009-07-17T00:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T01:05:12.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hear it's wonderful in california</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sl9a6q9p3cI/AAAAAAAADTU/-NuPxtqXLmQ/s1600-h/IMG_9422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sl9a6q9p3cI/AAAAAAAADTU/-NuPxtqXLmQ/s320/IMG_9422.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359102045605977538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THURSDAY, still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;hot chocolate&lt;/span&gt; didn't do the trick last night. Within an hour or so into it, I fell into a deep slumber. But oh well, the paper is over and done with. Not too bad, considering the lack of studying. The choice of topic that was being discussed during &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; was rather stimulating, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Teens And Porns&lt;/span&gt;. Not all the teachers are as open minded, to talk about such things with us,  at this tender age of seventeen. Most think that we are still too young and pretty much naive about such things. Reality check, teenagers nowadays know more than we are suppose to. Internet has screwed us all up, long before parents are aware of it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt; freaking &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Potter&lt;/span&gt; is already out in cinemas ! Yes, I'm a big fan of the saga. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;J.K Rowling&lt;/span&gt;, you are the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I'm not that big of a fan for football. But I do watch a few games, now and then. Being the good sister that I am, I decided to give brother the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MU Training Pass&lt;/span&gt;, with permission from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Meels&lt;/span&gt; of course. I know he would enjoy it more than I would. I'm going for the match on Saturday anyways, so basically, there's nothing to lose. See,  I can be nice. When I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been missing you,&lt;br /&gt;It's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-3881472514195557592?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/3881472514195557592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=3881472514195557592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/3881472514195557592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/3881472514195557592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hear-its-wonderful-in-california.html' title='I hear it&apos;s wonderful in california'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sl9a6q9p3cI/AAAAAAAADTU/-NuPxtqXLmQ/s72-c/IMG_9422.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-2368884710245000484</id><published>2009-07-16T23:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T01:02:17.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm about to break a sweat here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sl9baC4O5fI/AAAAAAAADTk/SdFZZaU3L8U/s1600-h/anissss+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sl9baC4O5fI/AAAAAAAADTk/SdFZZaU3L8U/s320/anissss+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359102584601634290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WEDNESDAY, still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Greetings &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than twelve hours ago, I was being reminded about the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;National Chemistry Quiz&lt;/span&gt; that I would be sitting for in less than well, twenty four hours. Guess I lost track of time there, didn't I ? I am well aware that the quiz would be held some time this month, but the date totally slipped out of my mind. Tell me now, how do you reckon I complete two years of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt; in let's say, three hours ? Without neglecting my beauty sleep, of course. Too bad I don't do &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;caffeine&lt;/span&gt;, perhaps &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;hot chocolate &lt;/span&gt;would do the trick then ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breathless,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suddenly I forgot how to speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aniss :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-2368884710245000484?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/2368884710245000484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=2368884710245000484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/2368884710245000484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/2368884710245000484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-about-to-break-sweat-here.html' title='I&apos;m about to break a sweat here'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sl9baC4O5fI/AAAAAAAADTk/SdFZZaU3L8U/s72-c/anissss+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-987912039368028580</id><published>2009-07-14T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T00:57:11.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninety miles outside Chicago, can't stop driving I don't know why.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sly4e17jRII/AAAAAAAADTE/meGkuTFkDEc/s1600-h/anissss+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sly4e17jRII/AAAAAAAADTE/meGkuTFkDEc/s320/anissss+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358360496676488322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With reason unbeknown to me, I always dread &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;physics&lt;/span&gt; tuition. Frankly, it's not my best subject in school. Here comes the funny part, I pretty much enjoy every single physics lesson regardless of all those times hoping that the tutor miraculously would not show up. He did, every single week. He's really funny, with his forever geeky jokes. While we were having our usual class late this evening, brother left the telly on and retreated to his lair. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Desperate Housewives &lt;/span&gt;was on at that point in time, showing an&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; adult scene&lt;/span&gt;. Coincidentally, we turned our heads towards the telly, just in time to catch a glimpse of the scene. I almost cracked up when he suddenly turned&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; red&lt;/span&gt;. Awkward much ? Tell me about it. But so cute, no kidding ! Ah, finally a reason not to dread &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;physics&lt;/span&gt; class anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One day we'll go dancing on the moon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Aniss :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-987912039368028580?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/987912039368028580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=987912039368028580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/987912039368028580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/987912039368028580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/07/ninety-miles-outside-chicago-cant-stop.html' title='Ninety miles outside Chicago, can&apos;t stop driving I don&apos;t know why.'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/Sly4e17jRII/AAAAAAAADTE/meGkuTFkDEc/s72-c/anissss+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-5365176710982086989</id><published>2009-07-13T22:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:38:30.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont walk away when I'm talking to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SltPtBEh2zI/AAAAAAAADMo/7b1_ZGTC9Yo/s1600-h/IMG_8868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SltPtBEh2zI/AAAAAAAADMo/7b1_ZGTC9Yo/s320/IMG_8868.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357963816487476018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the deal. The absence of cheer in my life has turned me into a more lazy arse than I already was, and it's only been a week since I was last thrown a few feet in the air. Likewise to Chng, I might have the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;cheer withdrawal syndrome&lt;/span&gt;. Whatever that is, or whether it even exists. Thus, explains the lack of posts on&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Cheer 09&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Procrastinating &lt;/span&gt;is my best forte, for now. I have overdue homeworks that was suppose to be handed up ages ago, plus as you can well see, I had been neglecting my blog for quite awhile now. Its not that I'm busy or anything, nothing of that sort. I took three days off from school last week, just to clear my mind and sort out my life again. Now that cheer season is over and this thing called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; is just around the corner, it's time to make love to the books, yet again. It's not an option anymore, it's the real deal. Screw it, and that's the end of my future. So here's to a fresh new start, take two. The first attempt was downright pathetic, enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update about Cheer 09 soon, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks for watching over me while I was sleeping, Sweetie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;aniss :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-5365176710982086989?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/5365176710982086989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=5365176710982086989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/5365176710982086989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/5365176710982086989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-walk-away-when-im-talking-to-you.html' title='Dont walk away when I&apos;m talking to you'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SltPtBEh2zI/AAAAAAAADMo/7b1_ZGTC9Yo/s72-c/IMG_8868.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-6438889342259217687</id><published>2009-07-01T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:56:18.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SktqU_wUcPI/AAAAAAAADGM/gmsb1Xfdx44/s1600-h/5166_1154188584601_1524272992_384447_8372476_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SktqU_wUcPI/AAAAAAAADGM/gmsb1Xfdx44/s320/5166_1154188584601_1524272992_384447_8372476_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353489491003994354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think there's even a single person out there who realizes the significance of&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; cheerleading&lt;/span&gt; in my life, or they just don't bother. As of three years ago,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; cheerleading&lt;/span&gt; has been one of the most important thing in my life, something I put all my heart and soul to. I have been working my arse of theses last few months, even neglecting my resting time, as to ensure that I could juggle between the innumerous amount of practices we have on a weekly basis and the truckload of homework that awaits me every single night. These are all done to prove to everyone that we can actually pull this off on the real day of the competition. Apart from having to go down on our knees just so the people up there allow us to practice during school hours, we also don't have enough supporters who bother to attend the competition. What's even more frustrating, is to find out that even your loved ones might not be able to make it. Miss my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;wedding day&lt;/span&gt; for all I care, just not my last &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;cheer competition&lt;/span&gt;, please ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2 days,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;D*Starz&lt;/span&gt;. We can do this, screw what they say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;aniss :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-6438889342259217687?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/6438889342259217687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=6438889342259217687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/6438889342259217687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/6438889342259217687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-bought-ticket-to-end-of-rainbow.html' title='I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SktqU_wUcPI/AAAAAAAADGM/gmsb1Xfdx44/s72-c/5166_1154188584601_1524272992_384447_8372476_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-76362982967918139</id><published>2009-06-29T23:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T00:18:39.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Samson loved Delilah ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SkjoySHYPlI/AAAAAAAAC8s/P_WsMw72cqw/s1600-h/5166_1154190224642_1524272992_384454_421117_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SkjoySHYPlI/AAAAAAAAC8s/P_WsMw72cqw/s320/5166_1154190224642_1524272992_384454_421117_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352784107683724882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can well see, I have been pretty busy these past few days with intensive cheer practices. I even called for an emergency practice on Sunday, regardless of it being the only day off from cheer. It might just be the jitters acting on me. We didn't do much on Sunday, except end practice a good one hour earlier because of our growling stomachs. This week however, we would be cutting the practice time short as to not tire ourselves for the big day, this Saturday and Sunday.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Cheer Clinic&lt;/span&gt; would be held this Wednesday, I'm looking forward to have a peek at the other teams' routine, especially their stunts. The teachers are all putting rather high hopes for us this year, I'm glad. So head down to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Stadium Bukit Jalil &lt;/span&gt;on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4th and 5th of July&lt;/span&gt;, preferably dress in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt;, and catch &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;D*Starz &lt;/span&gt;cheer our hearts out on the blue mats !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4 days&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;D*Starz&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are the direction I follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;aniss :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-76362982967918139?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/76362982967918139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=76362982967918139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/76362982967918139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/76362982967918139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-samson-loved-delilah.html' title='Why Samson loved Delilah ?'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SkjoySHYPlI/AAAAAAAAC8s/P_WsMw72cqw/s72-c/5166_1154190224642_1524272992_384454_421117_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172042843436353921.post-5201403015177309627</id><published>2009-06-24T19:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T01:24:14.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the ninety seventh time tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SkJgUckyHvI/AAAAAAAACTU/59ZwTrfXH3E/s1600-h/libs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SkJgUckyHvI/AAAAAAAACTU/59ZwTrfXH3E/s320/libs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350945211653693170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeworks are piling up without mercy, oh kill me. It might not seem so much, if I were to actually do them on time. But no, I was too lazy to even be bothered with them. And now I have overdue homeworks the size of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Mount Everest&lt;/span&gt;, yikes. How nice, no ? Apart from that, I am completely lost in certain subjects as I had been skipping classes after recess because of cheer practices. Oh well, as saddening as it is, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;9 more days&lt;/span&gt; and this would all be over. Only then would I start focusing on my studies. For now,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; screw homeworks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Cheer 09 is in exactly 9 days&lt;/span&gt; ! Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;AinMagMegan&lt;/span&gt;, that is me right ? Hihi (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someday we'll know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172042843436353921-5201403015177309627?l=nisbong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/feeds/5201403015177309627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172042843436353921&amp;postID=5201403015177309627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/5201403015177309627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172042843436353921/posts/default/5201403015177309627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisbong.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-ninety-seventh-time-tonight.html' title='For the ninety seventh time tonight'/><author><name>nisbong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04174927562686817244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SAl2kgZO1vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TG1mmDBgTPg/S220/anisss+%3B)+(81).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNUutTlQyyI/SkJgUckyHvI/AAAAAAAACTU/59ZwTrfXH3E/s72-c/libs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
