<?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-1286545424954437181</id><updated>2012-01-28T00:51:53.489+08:00</updated><category term='Umamahamin'/><title type='text'>number7eleven</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>219</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-1535958674668441633</id><published>2012-01-28T00:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T00:51:53.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pantsu</title><content type='html'>Pantsu, that's in Japanese for Pants. Yeah, let's talk about me and my pants. Long pants I mean. No wait, it is not something cheeky or dirty ok, it's more like FYI type. Haha. Ok go. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wearing pants outside of my house since the day I wore my hijab. Since the day I know, where is my aurat are. Yes I wore it when I was in Primary 5 and when I go school, I have no choice but to wear school uniform. Skirt and with my pony tail. During PE time, the attire will be sport attire and I chose not to wear track pants because I chose not to. I still wore my shorts and I really mean short above your knee. Ok not so details please. :) For some reason, I was in Primary 5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened the same thing when I was in Secondary school. Yes, for 5 years of my studies there, I did not change my school uniform especially the skirt. During my sec 5, my skirt still maintain it's length and size and sometimes, I wonder, is it me who have grown up or is it the skirt? Honestly speaking, I am very comfortable with my school skirt and the only time I can use it was during school period. Shorts for PE and I don't feel embarrassed at all eventho there's guys also. Both good and bad guys. I don't feel ashamed at all. Sometimes, I love wearing those and "merayap" to anywhere with skirts. And I was only 16 years old. Noone stops me too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when come to ITE, I remembered trying the school skirt after buying it, I tried and to my surprise, the skirt was so tight and short. The length is above my knee length and it was super duper tight and I felt like I'm a whore. Seriously. Mom was so shocked and I was a bit upset to the fact that why on earth did the tailor made this kind of super short and tight fitting skirt? Straightaway, after trying out that, I told mom, I want to exchange the skirt to pants and without any further qns asked, mom willingly change the skirt to long pants. Alhamdulilah, I get more and more comfortable with pants. That's when my un-feminine side appear. And it was during ITE DAYS. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love wearing that blue pants. It's ok if I'm the only girl wears long pants instead of skirt. During S&amp;W time, I decided to wear track pants as I'm comfortable with long pants already. I can walk, run, slide down the hand rails from the bridge, I can sit like a guy etc. Since that, I'm interested in finding a perfect jeans for myself. Jeans and more jeans and when I go out, I love to wear something like a guy. Tops with jeans. It doesn't matter if I wear hijab, there's always long sleeve top with baggy pants. Ouh I just loveeeee it. Until now. I love to wear it to anywhere. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has got me thinking, deeply eversince I wore long pants to school. Just for me and Allah to know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at home, it is a MUST to wear long pants because according to my mom, I have brother and father and aurat is aurat. No matter what, to make it easy for everyone in the house, we are only allowed to wear long pants at home. No more shorts at home and I like it this way. It's a good practice that we wear long pants at home. It's not that hard and of course it's not that hot. If you can wear long pants outside, why not at home? For me, wearing long pants at home is a sign of respect to each other. This practice will continue even when I have my own house. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long Pants FTW! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-1535958674668441633?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/1535958674668441633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2012/01/pantsu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/1535958674668441633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/1535958674668441633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2012/01/pantsu.html' title='Pantsu'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-4825973813168850122</id><published>2012-01-25T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T23:40:37.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here without you</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kPBzTxZQG5Q" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed you so much today. Idk why. It's a symptom that my love for you is way to strong to handle. I told myself to maintain. If I missed someone dearly, I can cry. If I missed someone dearly, my heart feels so heavy. I don't know why if we fall in love we must really missed each other? This is very hard. Seriously. This is painful. Told myself, be strong and please don't let this carried me away. It's a good thing I did not miss him alone, cause I know, he misses me as much I miss him. I know. I can feel it. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&amp; tonight, boy, I'm here without you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-4825973813168850122?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/4825973813168850122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2012/01/here-without-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/4825973813168850122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/4825973813168850122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2012/01/here-without-you.html' title='Here without you'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kPBzTxZQG5Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-4484093605079021680</id><published>2012-01-24T15:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T15:56:42.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick plus me and you</title><content type='html'>I'm down with high fever plus sore throat and flu since Friday. I don't know how I can fall sick but all I know is, after my napfa test after I felt disappointed, I fall sick exactly after our date. Exactly after we don't have a proper goodbye where my finger touches to your lips. :( Honestly, I am very sad. Empty. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the worst fever ever in 2012. I am not strong enough to be strong. I am not like any other people where I can swallow pills at a go. All I need is you by my side. I understand your situation. After all, this sickness is not that critical as it seems. Texting me hoping I'm feeling much better is a gesture that you actually care for me. I appreciate that and I love it especially when you can't sleep at night thinking about me being sick like this, I fell in love with you once again. &lt;3 But once I recover from this fever, I want you to have a good rest and go to sleep please. :P  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for not texting you earlier because I am so down. I know you know the reason. I really missed you even without me telling you, I hope you know that. :) Okay so now, I really hope I can recover asap because I want to enjoy my February with you! USS, SLAM and more random outings with you. Anything to do with you,will always be fun and crazy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I end this post by saying I LOVE YOU,Muhammad Zulkhairi Bin Muhammed Hassan. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/LinKhai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2012-01-15185537.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/LinKhai/2012-01-15185537.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iammeltinggggg* K bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-4484093605079021680?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/4484093605079021680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2012/01/sick-plus-me-and-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/4484093605079021680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/4484093605079021680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2012/01/sick-plus-me-and-you.html' title='Sick plus me and you'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/LinKhai/th_2012-01-15185537.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-7191463045406440090</id><published>2012-01-18T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T23:24:30.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Dinner%20Date%2006092011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_7989.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Dinner%20Date%2006092011/IMG_7989.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss them so much. &lt;3 The last time we met together like this was....karaoke period? Meet up soon, please. :(&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-7191463045406440090?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/7191463045406440090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2012/01/good-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/7191463045406440090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/7191463045406440090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2012/01/good-friends.html' title='Good Friends'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Dinner%20Date%2006092011/th_IMG_7989.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-4589970521713855869</id><published>2012-01-17T11:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T11:58:33.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"If you don't know anything about me, stop talking bad about me. I know I am the EGO one, I am the Stubborn one but I'm not what you guys think I am. This is my relationship,stop asking me about my fight with my bf. We don't want any fight to happen between us. So what if there's a fight between us. This is none of your business. Let me be happy,please?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-4589970521713855869?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/4589970521713855869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/4589970521713855869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/4589970521713855869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='......'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-6875570245213176187</id><published>2012-01-17T11:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T11:41:39.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gurauan Berkasih</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/folfQRmuoos" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-6875570245213176187?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/6875570245213176187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2012/01/gurauan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/6875570245213176187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/6875570245213176187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2012/01/gurauan.html' title='Gurauan Berkasih'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/folfQRmuoos/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-8815387423683867437</id><published>2012-01-16T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T23:41:44.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temper</title><content type='html'>Warning, this update may content vulgarities. Read it at your own risk. *peace*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit it that I'm losing my temper slowly. I don't have the patience anymore especially to my sister. I maybe quiet, I maybe ignorance but my heart is boiling of anger. I feel like punching her straight to her face. I feel like throwing her stuffs at her face. I feel like side kick her face. But I know, this is not the way of teaching her a lesson. Besides, she's 21 years old already. She have the brain to think. To think of what's the best for her. I admit tonight, I'm losing my temper and I'm holding back my tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because whatever she did, everyone will just keep quiet even if she disrespect me. Not only that, she has gone too far by disrespecting my father. Here's the thing, my dad love to hear songs especially the karaoke type. He loves to blast it out and I myself sometimes feel so bingit but all I can do is to keep quiet and bare with it. It's his hobby. He loves it why not give him a chance to blast it out. It's not that he blast it out everyday. Only Sunday. One day out of 7 days. Itu pun susah ke? Yet, she made that pathetic face and keep on complaining that it's sooo noisy. Shouted at my dad to keep the volume down. Infront of the cousin. WHAT THE FUCK,sia. I'm sorry for the language. I am soo geram already. I stared at her and I dare not to raise my voice to her cause I respect my parents. I can't be scolding her infront of my parents. This is why, I chose to keep quiet. I hate it but I have no choice. My dad have to give in and stop everything. Come on man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she can't be asked around to do house chores. She will make the face and do it unsincerely. I seriously feels like urghhhh, slap her! If she think she's already working and she earn herself her own money, I hope she don't be such an arrogant bitch lah ok. Ok fine, she gave me money for my allowance. But so? Doesn't mean she have to disrespect me! I am her elder  sister for goodness sake! Apa gunanye kalau belajar tinggi-tinggi tapi kurang ajar dengan orangkan. Diploma cert tu kau gi bakar lah! =/ I can't tegur her. She will answered back with loud tone. Haiz. I'm just so sad,angry,upset,disappointed! Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did it again tonight. I am sorry but you have gone too far. It's lucky, I managed to control my anger. You're lucky that I can control myself from slapping your face, throwing your stuffs away. You're so lucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what happened to me and abang. We're not in talking terms since last week. What is wrong with you? I didn't say anything rude to you. And why are you boycotting me? What have I done? Is it because of me not borrowing your laptop? Is it because of that small thing you don't want to see my face nor talk to me? I find it childish. You're going to get married soon, please act as one. Why you have to boycot me with this nonsense? Abang, did you know that you're being unfair to me? You didn't ask adik but when I said I'm not playing that laptop, you just merajuk like that. EH COME ON LAH! Until you didn't even give me monthly allowance? I don't want your money. But this is one of your responsibility. You're lucky that I didn't ask mom to ask you for the money. You can keep that money of yours. Seriously. I don't need it if this continues. This explain the short of money I have now. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's better if I don't have any siblings. Whatever I do, will always be wrong in their eyes. I just want to cry. I rant this because I am too sad already. I just hope everything will stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I leave it like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-8815387423683867437?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/8815387423683867437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2012/01/temper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/8815387423683867437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/8815387423683867437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2012/01/temper.html' title='Temper'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-5720816214043039449</id><published>2012-01-14T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T00:39:48.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdue</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/LinKhai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=393776_274485015946463_100001549014849_792756_131700674_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/LinKhai/393776_274485015946463_100001549014849_792756_131700674_n.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/LinKhai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=401510_274484699279828_100001549014849_792748_30559777_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/LinKhai/401510_274484699279828_100001549014849_792748_30559777_n.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/LinKhai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=395748_274484635946501_100001549014849_792747_2118496825_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/LinKhai/395748_274484635946501_100001549014849_792747_2118496825_n.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/LinKhai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=img034.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/LinKhai/img034.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to October pretty purleash? I want holiday. Holiday baby! How bout Bandung? I heard the poly friends want to go Bandung. Here goes my conversation with them recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Man, are we going for holiday this coming Oct?&lt;br /&gt;Rahman: Ape cerite tanye pasal holiday?&lt;br /&gt;Umamah: Yeah, ape cerite nk gi holiday? &lt;br /&gt;Syakir: Kau nak gi holiday? Kau. JANGAN MCM PAHAM. Nanti mcm that tyme tak jadi gi.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *silence*&lt;br /&gt;Umamah: Veera, Linda now change already sia. She asked us when are we going for holiday. *insert pathetic smile*&lt;br /&gt;Veera: Wah. Linda. Yeah sia, you have change already sia. &lt;br /&gt;Me: *insert smiley face ear to ear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course. I asked one person with one qns and look how many of them answered. Haha. Look at their answers. Macm nk kene hakdush. Haha. Well, if there's a girl, at least I can not worry right. I'm not going there without any girls. Insaf. Hmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why they treat me like that? Sometimes, I feel so special. They picked fight with me and at the same time they treat me like their sister. Ouh well, most of them are older than me what. *shrug* I'm cute what. Ouh well. :D Ok. Enough. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a meanwhile, I miss that clumsy boy who always makes me smile. Always makes me feel geram sometimes(most of the time I made him feel so geram to the extend that he just can't do anything) Boy, you're just awesome. Ok bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NaypNSKLBRA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Daripada teman menjadi cinta"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-5720816214043039449?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/5720816214043039449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2012/01/overdue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/5720816214043039449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/5720816214043039449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2012/01/overdue.html' title='Overdue'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/LinKhai/th_393776_274485015946463_100001549014849_792756_131700674_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-6247640627229111615</id><published>2012-01-13T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T00:24:18.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed</title><content type='html'>What would you feel when your own dad said something which is hurtful and then you see your adik laughing her ass off straight to your face? What would feel, if your own family demoralized you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "you" is actually me. The one in the family who is still schooling while the rest of my siblings have already working and it's time for them to earn their own money. The "you" is actually me. The one who can't do anything but to listen to their statement which is hurtful. I don't know if whatever they said yesterday was just a joke or what but I'm sure, my heart felt so sure that I'm hurt by that. If not, I won't teared. If not, I won't feel like a laughing stock for them. I. Am. Hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. I'm not as clever as my adik. She have the brightest brain among the siblings. She always understands better than us the siblings. She finished school first than me. She had her class 3 driving license first than me. I'm her elder sister and yet I'm the last among the siblings. Honestly speaking, as her 2nd eldest sister, I am very proud of her. I am really proud of her. There's no jealousy for her. She passed and I just smiled. Mom warned me not to demoralize her and I obeyed my mom. But when come to my turn. She laughed with her finger pointing at my face. And all thanks to my dad. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the slow one. I can't even do mathematics properly during my primary/secondary school days. My languages sucks. I failed almost all the papers during my O levels. Get into ITE and finally Poly. She graduated and I still have another 9 more months to go. During Year 1 n 2 of my poly, where I need to do my Engineering Maths, I asked adik to teach me. I thanked her for that even if she teach me just like that. I am sorry for being the slow one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to shed tears but I managed to hold back my tears yesterday. There's no point shouting at her. She will shout at me back and all I can do is to keep my mouth shut. There's no point arguing back. There's no point to fight back and debate about me. There's no point at all. I kept quiet straight away and let the parents and adik do the talking. You don't know how hurt I am. You don't know how sad I am. You don't know how disappointed I am with you. I've been tolerating and giving in to you for so many times. And I am still giving in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In malay,"mengalah". I don't know when can I stop being so good to her. I don't know. Friends called me coward. Maybe I just love her too much till she can't see it. All I need is your support. All I want you is to back me up when dad said like that.  All I want you is to show me some respect. But you didn't. I'm disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, I didn't know that you gonna say something like that. I am sorry for graduating late. But you shouldn't demoralize like that. You shouldn't,dad. Being a good daughter, I didn't talk back after you said like that. I respect you as my dad. But please respect me as your daughter. You don't have to do that in front of that clever girl. I know she's started working and I know you must be proud of her. A teacher. Who doesn't feel proud? I hope you don't compare me and her. I hope no one will compare to each other in the house. We have our own skills and talents and no one is perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, I have to swallow these even if it's hard to swallow. Just like my antibiotics. Haiz. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-6247640627229111615?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/6247640627229111615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2012/01/disappointed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/6247640627229111615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/6247640627229111615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2012/01/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-242947588621481543</id><published>2012-01-10T22:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T23:38:05.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wished</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/LinKhai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=489160352.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/LinKhai/489160352.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the year 2008 when we were friends back then, my heart was always whispering to my ear that if only you were single at that point of the time, I would love to get close to you. I always wanted to have one close guy friend which will lead us to be in the relationship. That was all I ever wished back then. But I know, that wished was just a fantasy which leads to nothing. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years ago, you brought me to Chinese Garden and deep in my heart I felt so guilty for one going to such places with someone in a relationship. Deep in my heart, as I was ranting and crying, I felt like resting my head on your shoulder. I do really need a company but sometimes I also need a shoulder to lie on. It's just a wish which I can't help it but to forget it. &amp; that's when I fell in love with you. Silently. Quietly. Secretly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You disappeared and me, moving on with my life but I still living in fear. Fear of bumping into him. Fear of falling in love again. Fear of being called names. I wish, you were there for me at that point of a time but I know who am I to you to depend on you? Friend? I still have the them and I am very thankful that they were there by my side always. Working as a library assistant and applied school at the same time. Only god knows how I felt at that point of the time when I received that A4 size envelope. I was happy. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into you while you were Q-ing up to buy bubble tea. How I wished I can jump infront of you and shout your name. Eh KHAII!!! How I wished I can do that. But the fact that I know you and her, I was just scared that she's around and if I did that, everything will change. So, I've decided to ignore you and just walked away with regret. Haha. It's funney how we bumped into each other again. But I'm with my poly friends and you with her. And again, I was about to wave and shout at you but again, I'm not going to spoil the mood so I ignored you. The funney thing was, we did eye contact with each other. Opps. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always asked myself this question, are we fated to each other with all this bumping into each other? But all I can say now is, Alhamdulilah, I have already found you. I love you. I miss you. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-242947588621481543?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/242947588621481543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2012/01/wished.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/242947588621481543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/242947588621481543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2012/01/wished.html' title='Wished'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/LinKhai/th_489160352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-1854884084063504095</id><published>2012-01-09T16:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T17:52:20.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hijab</title><content type='html'>"Mane minah tudung tu?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend was once called me this during the 1st year of Poly and when I heard that, I get frustrated and replied in a way that he felt that he's in the wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me share something about me. When I was a kid, my parents didn't really make a practice of wearing me a hijab. I was like any other kids with gowns,jeans,and you know the bare back clothes? Yes. I wore all of it. When I reached the age of primary school I wore mostly like a guy. Jeans and T-shirt,tucked out and sometimes with a cap. But when I'm at the age of 11, I wake up in the morning and told my mom that I want to wear hijab. Honestly, until now, I don't even know why I want to wear it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, not everything can be done correctly for the first time. Keep on trying until I got it. Alhamdulilah, with my mom guidance, I wear my hijab as proper like her. Not only I influenced my adik but also I did influenced the cousin both paternal and maternal side too. Alhamdulilah they kept that way until today. Syukran. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, hijab is not something you must take it lightly, it is something that allows you to cover your aurat. Aurat. Hair, skins and voice. That's aurat. Correct me if there's more, so far this is what I know. The only parts which are allow to reveal is your face and your two palms. Other than that, it is a must for us,girls to cover it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear hijab because of my own wish and as I learnt along the way, it is also because of Allah. Wearing of hijab is based on your sincerity. Not because, "my mom asked me to wear it, so I wear", "my boyfriend asked me to wear it, so I wear" etc. Some people may took it their family or boyfriend's wishes into consideration and I respect or I think I salute them for that. One way or another, it's up to the individual. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once people asking me this question,"eh, you not hot ar wearing that on your head? Covered yourself like that?" All I can do is to smile and replied,"nope, I got used to it already." Why do I feel hot when I covered myself from the rays? Just imagined yourself not covered your feet with shoes and you stand under the hot sun. What would you feel? &amp; compared it when you're wearing your shoes. I prefer to say, renung-renungkan lah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some girls are not ready yet. I accept that. I'm not that perfect to ask other girls to wear. If they have the nawaitu, I'm happy for them and at the same time pray for them. Insyaallah, may their heart open to wear hijab. Sincerely. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some girls didn't quite understand the rules of wearing hijab. Hijab with tight clothes. Hijab with short sleeves. People just give them a stare or a smirk face or maybe just a whattt face. I don't understand this. Pray hard for them to change. Itu hanya ku mampu. &amp; who say the hijab girls cannot dress up? Well, I used to think that it's impossible for us to dress up. There's noway for us to follow the trend. I think it wrongly. In fact, there's so many things to do. You can actually mix and match the clothes and be fashionable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh, how I love wearing hijab. It's for the sake of Allah. The only one who can really see my aurat is my family and my husband. :) [While typing the word, husband, I straight away think of you, :)] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-1854884084063504095?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/1854884084063504095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2012/01/hijab.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/1854884084063504095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/1854884084063504095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2012/01/hijab.html' title='Hijab'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-4540759964044268900</id><published>2012-01-01T15:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T15:46:17.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcoming 2012</title><content type='html'>1st January 2012. 3:21pm. Here I am staying at home on a brand new day of a brand new year. Alhamdulilah, I'm awake and alive. Syukran. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have resolutions cause I will never achieve it nor I will follow it. So 2012, I think, I'm gonna follow a few of resolutions to achieve my dreams. This is the year, I've been waiting for because this is the year where I will graduate soon and I don't have to wake up early morning and travel all the way to the east side. Woohoo. Counting down to October 2012. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me list down what is my dreams/resolutions for the year 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) To be less angry and be happy. Less negative and more positive. &lt;br /&gt;2) To graduate with good grades (I want to maintain my GPA).&lt;br /&gt;3) To be more productive. Stop being so lazy. &lt;br /&gt;4) To have my own class 3 driving license. I really want to drive around the town especially with you by my side. Heaven. *&lt;3*&lt;br /&gt;5) To be more girly, I mean to be more feminine than before. (This will take time)&lt;br /&gt;6) To go holiday with friends with boys and girls. Like seriously. &lt;br /&gt;7) Must start to think of my future already. :)&lt;br /&gt;8) To get a new phone with data plan so that I can whatsapping with people easily. ;)&lt;br /&gt;9) To get a better and a secure job once I graduate. &lt;br /&gt;10) To make my parents happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, 10. I don't know if I can fulfill these dreams in just a year. Insyaallah, I can make it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet, nothing new for 2012. As the year gets older, I don't think I want to get older too. Haha. I'm forever 21 and will be forever young at heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey has just begun.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I missed you. &lt;br /&gt;&amp; I missed you badly... &lt;br /&gt;&amp; I love you so much that I can actually fall on my knees and cry and say your name. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This. Has. Never. Happened. To. Me. Before.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-4540759964044268900?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/4540759964044268900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2012/01/welcoming-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/4540759964044268900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/4540759964044268900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2012/01/welcoming-2012.html' title='Welcoming 2012'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-2863666096007365022</id><published>2011-12-29T21:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T23:11:38.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011...</title><content type='html'>In 2 days time, we are going to leave 2011 and meet 2012. There are so many memories and things happening during the year of 2011. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit the first few months of 2011, I was so happy and cheerful. Maybe because I had a crushed on someone who I thought I will fall for. Maybe because Little Zikry was there (he always be there eversince 27 November 2010) to light up the environment at my home. It's just something that I thought I would be happy for long for the year of 2011. And I didn't know that the happiness that I went through was all temporary. Just. For. Awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life, in fact most of our life is like Ferris wheel. We're not always at the top and sometimes, we have to experience the lower part of the wheel, called sad/down. Maybe because of my anger. I cannot control it and sometimes, I have to express this anger of mine through twitter and it affect my characteristic. I know I've wronged but somehow, people judge me of who I am just because I'm in angry mode. Maybe, I'm angry for the wrong reason. Maybe because I expect too much from someone and that expectations leads to disappointment. And when I disappointed, it will lead to this anger where everything was affected. I cried a lot and I got no mood to smile and I forgot to smile during that period of time. I'm just a fool expecting things that is not going to happen. I admit that my anger management sucks and I want to kill it before I 'murder' someone who I love a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still trying very hard to be very cool, calm and relax. Anger. It's not a good sign and it only worsen the situation when you're angry. I know cause I'm in that situation before. I am still trying. Insyaallah. I just need support. Moral support. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the later part of 2011, I met back my friend, Khairi. A guy who helped me a lot especially when I just need someone 2 years back. Thanks to AK for invited him along during the dinner on 29 July 2011. I didn't know from that dinner, we are going to meet each other again. I didn't expect anything but as far as I'm concern, I caught myself smiling whenever there's a short meet up with them. And everything fall into places and now I just love him and he's just not my friend, but my lover and he's my other half and I keep on falling in love with him over and over again. I hope he will be my last bf cause I just want him. Only him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happened for a reason and I believe God has planned out for me what are my journey for the year 2011. But I believe, there's no ups when there's no down. It's just life. In 2011, I have learnt a lot of things. Sadly, 2011 gonna leave us like any other years before this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my 2012 to be a better year for me. I want to be a good daughter, sister, girlfriend, friend and to be a better person for the sake of Allah. I am sure, Allah has a better plan for me and I still believe there will be a down fall for me in one or a few months in 2012. I am prepared, Insyaallah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2012 will be a better year for me, my family, friends and with my boyfriend of course. Insyaallah. *winks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-2863666096007365022?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/2863666096007365022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/2863666096007365022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/2863666096007365022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011.html' title='2011...'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-2851833327885372883</id><published>2011-12-23T22:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T22:51:03.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you hear me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/LinKhai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2011-12-10_161705.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/LinKhai/2011-12-10_161705.jpg" border="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still smell your perfume. I miss you. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-2851833327885372883?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/2851833327885372883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/12/can-you-hear-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/2851833327885372883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/2851833327885372883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/12/can-you-hear-me.html' title='Can you hear me?'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/LinKhai/th_2011-12-10_161705.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-5289280579196432557</id><published>2011-12-19T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T23:56:40.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks BRRRREAKK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/LinKhai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2011-12-16083009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/LinKhai/2011-12-16083009.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I was down with fever, stomach ache and migraine all in one day,last Friday. It was bad, very bad day for me cause I wanted to go home but thinking that on that day was the last day of school and it would be wasted if I took MC on that day. So I've decided to stay in school and took 2 crushed panadols and line-up the chairs and sleep like a boss inside the lab. I just need that rest to ease the migraine. I can really sleep despite the noise pollution made by the guys who play COUNTER STRIKE. *shakehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that picture above taken before I fall sick. Maybe because I missed my dear fav boy just after he got into that bus number 8? Haha. Ouh yes, he's sweeeet enough to send me to school on that day. I love you cause you're not that sweet cause you're just being yourself. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/LinKhai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2011-12-10161553.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/LinKhai/2011-12-10161553.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L is for Linda. L is for Love. L is for Like. L is for LAME. Yes, lame. I don't know why my friends wanted to meet my fav boy really bad? Hello, it's really up to me to decide whether to let them meet my bf or not right? Why they must make a huhu haha over it? Yeah, "tanam lah". "Simpan lah". Whatever. I'm not angry I feel like you guys should really get a freaking life or just take care of your own relationship. I know, I'm new to this, but,STOP talking about HONEYMOON period! Bloody hell, I'm not you and you are not me. So buzz off friends. :) "Lelaki da mcm bukan lelaki. Kaypo like whattt only." Pfft. -.-" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do, whenever they say something, I'll just nod. Nod. Nod and nod. Smile, smile and smile. I'm at peace whenever I keep quiet and let them talk and not hearing what they say. I only took a few advises but the nonsense part, I think you guys are just wasting your saliva talking to me. I'm not hearing anw. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks of holiday and my project still stagnant like that. I hate it lah. Thinking of project, I wanted to faint~! Anw, happy 2 weeks holiday everybody. I'll see you guys next year. 2012. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-5289280579196432557?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/5289280579196432557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/12/2-weeks-brrrreakk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/5289280579196432557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/5289280579196432557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/12/2-weeks-brrrreakk.html' title='2 weeks BRRRREAKK!'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/LinKhai/th_2011-12-16083009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-7563460698372820256</id><published>2011-12-15T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T00:21:55.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousin cum Bestfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Helix%20Bridge%20Part%202%2011122011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9570.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Helix%20Bridge%20Part%202%2011122011/IMG_9570.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salbiah, she's just not any other cousin. We've been so closed since I was in secondary school. Shared so many things to her and until now, we've been sharing stories especially about our personal life together and how from sad to become happy to sad again and so on and forth. She's my paternal cousin, the only cousin I have for now since the rest of the paternal cousin are not really close and we met like what, once a year or worst not seeing each other at all. We didn't talk or say hi bye, just a pathetic smile to each other. Lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, I thought we are not gonna get close together but as years past by, we become close and always, there's always things for us to talk about. I regard her as my best cousin as well as bestfriend. I just love her like my own sister. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Helix%20Bridge%20Part%202%2011122011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9561.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Helix%20Bridge%20Part%202%2011122011/IMG_9561.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so beautiful. Everyone like her and eventually loves her. I'm so proud to be her cousin cause all my friends are so-called in malay lah, "tergile2kan" at her till I don't know what to do. All my friends the guys lah especially will ask me if they can add her on twitter, facebook, phone number etc. Ouh well, it runs through the blood. :D But she's the type who loves to make friend with anyone but one thing she dare not do is, when she's out with my friends alone. She will forever asked me whether I'm coming along or not. How cute she is? :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Helix%20Bridge%20Part%202%2011122011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9533.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Helix%20Bridge%20Part%202%2011122011/IMG_9533.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause she's just my cousin! Ouh well, break her heart and I'm gonna break your heart too. Maybe not phsyically but emotionally. ;) Salbiah Sadi, you're my everything. *&lt;3*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Dinner%20Date%2006092011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_8019.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Dinner%20Date%2006092011/IMG_8019.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, after Salbiah, you're my everything too. I love you more and more each day. I fall in love with you everytime you make me smile. I'm not going to tell anymore details about you cause this is for me know and for the readers (if any) to find out. He's the apple of my eye. *&lt;3*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Helix%20Bridge%20Part%202%2011122011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9525.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Helix%20Bridge%20Part%202%2011122011/IMG_9525.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I kena scolded by my mom. Nagged here and there, I am so surprised that I didn't talk back or cry inside the room silently. Maybe it's good thing for me. I've improved and I like it. Why would I cry when these thing will repeat all over again? Heh. I'm sorry,but I am a stubborn girl who wants some space on my own. I'm a pain in the ass. *shrug* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-7563460698372820256?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/7563460698372820256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/12/cousin-cum-bestfriend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/7563460698372820256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/7563460698372820256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/12/cousin-cum-bestfriend.html' title='Cousin cum Bestfriend'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Helix%20Bridge%20Part%202%2011122011/th_IMG_9570.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-2329374507662475491</id><published>2011-12-08T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T22:19:12.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You wanna make I say,I do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SFACYUUlgOM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song has got to do with me. N I like it. Enjoy. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-2329374507662475491?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/2329374507662475491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-wanna-make-i-sayi-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/2329374507662475491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/2329374507662475491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-wanna-make-i-sayi-do.html' title='You wanna make I say,I do.'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SFACYUUlgOM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-6173340480178835719</id><published>2011-12-03T16:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T17:31:23.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the 1st time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/LinKhai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=461962020.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/LinKhai/461962020.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the 1st time, I never felt so happy till I cried. &lt;br /&gt;Those tears are tears of joy. &lt;br /&gt;My heart was at peace yesterday night while mesmerizing the dark and beautiful skies.&lt;br /&gt;Esp when I'm with you by my side. :)&lt;br /&gt;For the 1st time, I have someone who will wipe my tears away.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I thought, I was dreaming and that someone is you,K. &lt;br /&gt;No words to describe and I leave the tears flowing down on my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you everyday. Missing you everyday even if you're beside me. &lt;br /&gt;&amp; I keep on falling in love with you every time. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe to others it's too soon, too early but I'm sure, I really love you, Khairi. ♥&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, Nur Haslinda Sanib.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-6173340480178835719?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/6173340480178835719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-1st-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/6173340480178835719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/6173340480178835719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-1st-time.html' title='For the 1st time...'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/LinKhai/th_461962020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-6187451121187561306</id><published>2011-11-29T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T22:36:40.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They just being the same</title><content type='html'>Honestly, eversince I'm having Khairi in my life, I've become popular as days goes by. I mean I hate being asked around. I thought all my poly friends especially the guys, are not that kaypo about my personal life but no, they kept asking me a very common qns. I hate when being asked around like where did I go with my boyfriend, what did I do with him. BLAH BLAH BLAH. And sometimes, they just not asked qns but they commented about him. I hate people who don't know anythng about my bf started to judge. They judge here and there and expect me to agree? Sometimes, I kept quiet and dare not say anything as Khai advised me before to just smile and keep quiet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk if they are being jealous or being cool, but whenever I'm with them, they started to irritates me with these qns and they also judge. Ok, I know, I'm not that pretty and I'm not that girly to their eyes but I have my pride ok. You said, What my bf sees in me? I got hurt actually. But I don't really care about that actually. I just don't like them talking bad things about my bf enough said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge me if you want but don't ever judge him like you people actually know him. You people can actually buzz of and mind your own business. -.-" LIKE SERIOUSLY. Thank god the girls in my class are not that "laser" like the guys. The world has change already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, but I'm not going to let him join you guys in any outing. I'm not going to bring him along to meet you guys. No way. I'm not gg to let him think that you people are actually stupid. NO. When I said, no means no and they can't forced me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's meant as a joke, I'm sorry you people are actually lame. LAME. I'm only tell the story to one of the girls only and not to you guys. Maybe to one of the guys also. They suck my blood like nobody business. And to my partner I think you should stop looking tru at my msg between me and my bf. SERIOUSLY. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest K, I miss you so much. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-6187451121187561306?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/6187451121187561306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/11/they-just-being-same.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/6187451121187561306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/6187451121187561306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/11/they-just-being-same.html' title='They just being the same'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-1196348362370480580</id><published>2011-11-27T13:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T13:50:59.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminisce the past</title><content type='html'>Was reading my old blog yesterday and it really brought me to tears. Truthfully, I'm still hurt of what happened 2 years ago. The word slut and fucked still lingering inside my mind. I don't understand how someone can be so immature to call me like that. How can I not hate him? He's just a guy with a grudge. And friends who know about,I hate him, think that I'm holding grudges at him. I don't hold grudges at people easily. But to the extend calling me names, is just so rude. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I appreciate things I have today. Firstly, my family who' been there for me throughout my sad years. 2ndly, my friends. My good friends. 3rdly, my boyfriend. Until now, I still can't believe that I'm actually having a boyfriend who was my classmate during ITE days. Haha. Very funney but I'm in love with him since he accompanied me to throw away my stupid ring somewhere near and he's the one who advised me a lot of things back then. Thank you very nice,sir. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would I worry? Why would I be sad? Ever since, he's here, I kept on smiling and I am happy now. Alhamdulilah. I'm going to cherish everything. I just heart youuuu. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-1196348362370480580?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/1196348362370480580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/11/reminisce-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/1196348362370480580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/1196348362370480580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/11/reminisce-past.html' title='Reminisce the past'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-8007208212404397077</id><published>2011-11-19T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T21:40:08.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart You</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/LinKhai/?action=view&amp;amp;current=p20111117-055646.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/LinKhai/p20111117-055646.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you always makes me smile even when I'm sad, tired or cranky. &lt;br /&gt;Cause I've been in love with you ever since the 'Chinese Garden talk' 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;Cause whatever thing you do, you do it sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you accept me of who I am and not based on the appearance.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you always been there for me when I need you. &lt;br /&gt;Cause you are apple of my eye. &lt;br /&gt;Cause I just love you... &lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, Nur Haslinda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-8007208212404397077?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/8007208212404397077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-heart-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/8007208212404397077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/8007208212404397077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-heart-you.html' title='I Heart You'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/LinKhai/th_p20111117-055646.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-3042274659994489358</id><published>2011-10-07T16:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T17:46:24.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently, I'm inside the dark room accompany by the darkness,sound of raindrops and thunder. I'm alone but this is how I spend my lonely time either tweeting, listening to song from youtube or waiting for him to msg me. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been listening to my prayers. Thanks Allah. I'm enjoying my life right now. I am happy and on top of that I'm contented with my life right now. With my good friends around and him, I'm blessed to have them. :D But, I'm still scared that one day everything gonna change just because of me. I know myself well and all I can say now, I want to change to become a better person. I've made a mistake before and no one adores it. I'm just scared always scared. I simply don't have faith in myself. But I'm strong enough to move on. Just step by step and I'm gonna be ok. Insyaallah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be very rough to the people whom I closed but for once I tot they will somehow find the soft spot of me cause at the end of the day, I'm still a girl with a fragile heart. I cried easily and I get mad easily too. I don't blame them, I blame myself for being like this. But for once, there's a soul who actually know me inside rather than judge me from the outside. For once, I felt much appreciated. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things change for a reason. I change for a reason. It's because not because of someone else but because, the reason is you. Because you enlighten me with your nonsense. You bring back my smile when I forgot how to smile back then. Smiling to myself is a new thing now cause when I smile, I'll think about you. It's you, who I've been searching for and I leave it to God for the rest.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Vintage%20Deliccafe%2005102011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_8684.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Vintage%20Deliccafe%2005102011/IMG_8684.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to heal. Time to decide.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-3042274659994489358?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/3042274659994489358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/10/currently-im-inside-dark-room-accompany.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/3042274659994489358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/3042274659994489358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/10/currently-im-inside-dark-room-accompany.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Vintage%20Deliccafe%2005102011/th_IMG_8684.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-6510306200058547555</id><published>2011-10-04T17:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T18:11:51.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is me~</title><content type='html'>All I wanted now is some happiness. Alhamdulilah, I smiled a lot for the past few weeks. And I mean a lot. I don't know if loves strike me again, but for all I care, I am happy. Very very happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite thing to do is to watch the sunset. I've been longing to watch the sunset with someone special. Maybe it's too early to say this, but that someone special is sweet enough to bring me somewhere near to watch sunset. It was beautiful and thank god for the beautiful sight you have created. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Peace/?action=view&amp;amp;current=03102011622.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Peace/03102011622.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Peace/?action=view&amp;amp;current=03102011624.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Peace/03102011624.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is nice right, it's peaceful and thank god, maybe, I found you? :) *tears of joy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-6510306200058547555?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/6510306200058547555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-is-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/6510306200058547555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/6510306200058547555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-is-me.html' title='This is me~'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Peace/th_03102011622.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-1217664697648971720</id><published>2011-10-02T18:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T22:28:45.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/our-qlG244s?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow this song got something to do with me. Hmmm. The lyrics are so meaningful to me. This part has something to do with me in my not so current situations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Airmata bertamu tidak kenal erti jemu, menemani hatiku tak mengira ruang waktu. Mengapa dari dulu, tak kau katakan padaku, kehadiranku ini menyusahkan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you get it. I get it cause I know the meaning very very well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, there's someone who have already returning my smile and yes, I am very very happy. I appreciate that and I just we continue and be like this all the time. :) I just love the company and the nonsense. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, won't let everything out. All I know is, last semester's holiday was great. But lucky to say that, this semester's holiday is the BEST. I want more of it and and and I don't want this holiday to end pleaseeee?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-1217664697648971720?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/1217664697648971720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/10/somehow-this-song-got-something-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/1217664697648971720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/1217664697648971720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/10/somehow-this-song-got-something-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/our-qlG244s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-638839679609826078</id><published>2011-10-01T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T22:05:21.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing-Along Hey</title><content type='html'>First thing first, Happy 21st Birthday to you Khairi. :) I know you like your favourite jersey of yours. I still remember the epic moment when you opened the gift of yours. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, yesterday we had karaoke session cum birthday celebration with 2 birthday boys. More like we celebrate belated and advanced birthday celebration. :D It was the sweetest night ever. Thank you fellow good friends for making it happened. I had the blast. Ok, picture time! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Sing-along%20hey%2030092011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_8523.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Sing-along%20hey%2030092011/IMG_8523.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Sing-along%20hey%2030092011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_8517.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Sing-along%20hey%2030092011/IMG_8517.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Sing-along%20hey%2030092011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_8518.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Sing-along%20hey%2030092011/IMG_8518.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Sing-along%20hey%2030092011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_8520.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Sing-along%20hey%2030092011/IMG_8520.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Sing-along%20hey%2030092011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_8524.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Sing-along%20hey%2030092011/IMG_8524.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Sing-along%20hey%2030092011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_8527.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Sing-along%20hey%2030092011/IMG_8527.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Sing-along%20hey%2030092011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_8539.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Sing-along%20hey%2030092011/IMG_8539.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Sing-along%20hey%2030092011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_8550.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Sing-along%20hey%2030092011/IMG_8550.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time for soccer. Will update you more! :) For now,please enjoy theseee pictures. Muakx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-638839679609826078?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/638839679609826078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/10/sing-along-hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/638839679609826078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/638839679609826078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/10/sing-along-hey.html' title='Sing-Along Hey'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Sing-along%20hey%2030092011/th_IMG_8523.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-4628064125990960143</id><published>2011-09-24T19:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T20:18:03.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah,go on and put the blame on me</title><content type='html'>Yes, I did say "I'm not regret of not coming to their trip. I don't feel anything at all." I know, I tweeted that and it's really up to me to tweet something like that or not. Fuck lah. I don't need friends like them ok. Sensitive of something. I don't want to care about them anymore. Before this, I had so much peace when I can tweet things I want without thinking about others. But now, it's like I'll have to think twice just for them,eh FUCK YOU GUYSS OFF! *pissed* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course they can be exciting sometimes, but they judge me! They judge me of who I am. I don't need them lah seriously. I want this to be over soon. What's wrong of me tweeting that? What's wrong. You trying to "blame" just because I didn't tag along to their trip. I know the more the merrier. But have you guys think about me as a girl? You know how leceh it is to play with the water? Especially when I'm having my period? Do you know that, it is reasonable reason of me not going to your trip. I'm the only girl and do you know about hukum? I thought you guys know and have the knowledge than me? Huh huh huh? Fucking pissed off lah sial! Korang buat aku mcm minah rep now,sial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why do I need that long talk? If you think I'm ok of course you just let go and have fun with your holiday. Why must you want to have that fucking long talk with me? I don't need that seriously. I'm ok and seriously ok. Why the fuck I have to listen to his talk? -.-" But since if you insist, let see who will call me. You me, I don't think so! Don't waste time talking to me when there's nothing to talk about. I'm sorry, but eversince my classmates have this twitter, I become more scaared to tweet and I just want to be myself tru twitter! Fucker, please understand that! -.-"  Now, there's nomore. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can be the same again after this. I don't give a fuck anymore. Maybe to some I'll treat nicely but to most of you who judge me, go and fuck yourself. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so angry sorry for the language.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-4628064125990960143?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/4628064125990960143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/09/yeahgo-on-and-put-blame-on-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/4628064125990960143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/4628064125990960143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/09/yeahgo-on-and-put-blame-on-me.html' title='Yeah,go on and put the blame on me'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-3090578032453381361</id><published>2011-09-23T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T16:59:32.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/G8ErXZL8LBc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to sing me to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;And hold me where the nightmares cannot find me.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the day you walked into my life,&lt;br /&gt;The pain has ceased,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I can breathe again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give me feelings that I can't explain,&lt;br /&gt;And though it feels too far too fast I can't complain.&lt;br /&gt;But it's taking everything in me to refrain.&lt;br /&gt;When I hear your name,&lt;br /&gt;I fall again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These butterflies are fluttering,&lt;br /&gt;And threatening to break free,&lt;br /&gt;If I can't keep them caged inside.&lt;br /&gt;These stolen glances, doorstep kisses,&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've ever felt like this,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't stop me,&lt;br /&gt;From falling.&lt;br /&gt;It's not love-&lt;br /&gt;But it could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to forget about the things,&lt;br /&gt;That make me so afraid to give my heart again.&lt;br /&gt;And you provide the safety that I need,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm in your arms I can conquer anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give me feelings that I can't explain,&lt;br /&gt;And though it feels too far too fast I can't complain.&lt;br /&gt;But it's taking everything in me to refrain.&lt;br /&gt;When I hear your name,&lt;br /&gt;I fall again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These butterflies are fluttering,&lt;br /&gt;And threatening to break free,&lt;br /&gt;If I can't keep them caged inside.&lt;br /&gt;These stolen glances, doorstep kisses,&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've ever felt like this,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't stop me,&lt;br /&gt;From falling.&lt;br /&gt;It's not love-&lt;br /&gt;But it could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Are the answers I've been praying to find.&lt;br /&gt;You're one of a kind,&lt;br /&gt;I'd be lucky to call you mine,&lt;br /&gt;But I'll wait,&lt;br /&gt;Until the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These butterflies are fluttering,&lt;br /&gt;And definitely breaking free,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't keep them caged inside.&lt;br /&gt;These stolen glances, doorstep kisses,&lt;br /&gt;I know I have never felt like this,&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;Do not stop me,&lt;br /&gt;I am falling.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's love-&lt;br /&gt;The way it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Someone asked me to listen to this song. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-3090578032453381361?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/3090578032453381361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-not-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/3090578032453381361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/3090578032453381361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-not-love.html' title='It&apos;s Not Love'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/G8ErXZL8LBc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-3261229169885356871</id><published>2011-09-19T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T17:26:25.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This holiday gonna be different. I don't want to get emotionally attached to anyone because I just don't want to get hurt anymore by the same person. It's partly my fault of not being able to control my anger and also to control my emotions whenever there's a fight going on. I used to think, he will be my bestfriend one day but no, he can't even accept me of who I am as a friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dream of someone who will come to you as your bestfriend and ended up becomin your real bf? Yes. I do. Always do. But to have a bestfriend is too late already cause everyone came from a different background which include, they have a group of friends already. Finding bestfriend now is really too late. And I just can't have a close guy friend. Because we will end up like this. Malay said, pergi ke haluan masing masing. *shrug* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point I'm losing track. I don't how to be in the situation where you have to handle this feelings all by yourself. Only God knows how I feel. Sometimes, I wish I can really listen to what others think about me in their head. Guess,I have to get used to this kind of situation then. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%202011%20Full/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_8106.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%202011%20Full/IMG_8106.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always them who makes me smile. They are the first group of people who will tolerate with my attitude and behaviour. Who will tolerate except for them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%202011%20Full/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_8115.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%202011%20Full/IMG_8115.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even I don't really like to share my personal stories to her but she can read me. When I'm sad she will know even if she won't ask. Thanks mom, for the love you gave it to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%202011%20Full/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_8209.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%202011%20Full/IMG_8209.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are from my mom's side. Just look at us. We're all grown up and of course there's a new member joining our clan. However, to my late aunty, Allahyarham Rokiah Aziz, you're missed. Al-fateha for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%202011%20Full/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_8080.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%202011%20Full/IMG_8080.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to be strong now. I feel much more peaceful than before. I smile a lot these days and thanks to someone for making me smile every single day/night. Maybe our problems is not the same but the company that we shared are really much appreciated. :) Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I think,I know what I really want now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-3261229169885356871?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/3261229169885356871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-holiday-gonna-be-different.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/3261229169885356871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/3261229169885356871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-holiday-gonna-be-different.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%202011%20Full/th_IMG_8106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-7129824619085986248</id><published>2011-09-14T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T23:00:56.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change?</title><content type='html'>I've to let go of someone who I can't even have. Sad but life have to move on. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that I'm no longer liking him. It's impossible to like him now cause, we can't even be close friends. We can't do that. How sad life is right. Hmmmm. We no longer hang out, no longer texting with each other, no longerrr etc....... And that's why, I shut myself up from people except for my ite peeps. I'm much comfortable having them around. I can laugh and make jokes with. Simply, they are the best.. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say anymore... Speechlesss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-7129824619085986248?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/7129824619085986248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/09/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/7129824619085986248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/7129824619085986248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/09/change.html' title='Change?'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-7080069375048150528</id><published>2011-09-12T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T23:34:32.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decided not to tag along to Malacca trip as I'm the only girl in the clan. I'm ok when another girl tag along but with me and the boys, I better don't want to take the risk. I don't want to be like a mother taking care of their things when they happily enjoy playing with the water. And I just scared that my period will come on that day which is gonna be very leceh! So, I have to back off and let the guys have fun time in their own ways. I'm sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, jalan raya with the ITE peeps was way to fun and awesome. We have to squeeze in to Hyundai and talking crap inside was such an interesting thing to do. LOL. Thank you to those who were involve! :D &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%20with%20ite%20peeps%2011092011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_8222.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%20with%20ite%20peeps%2011092011/IMG_8222.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%20with%20ite%20peeps%2011092011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_8219.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%20with%20ite%20peeps%2011092011/IMG_8219.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to be different now. I'm not the cause of it, it's you who want it this way. Before anything bad happen, I think it's better if we stay like this. Please stop saying I'm different towards you,cause I'm saving my energy not to fight with you anymore. I'll just act dumb and act as though nothing happen cause I won't disturb you anymore. Period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%20with%20ite%20peeps%2011092011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=meinPink.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%20with%20ite%20peeps%2011092011/meinPink.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me,love me not. Up to you. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-7080069375048150528?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/7080069375048150528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/09/ive-decided-not-to-tag-along-to-malacca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/7080069375048150528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/7080069375048150528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/09/ive-decided-not-to-tag-along-to-malacca.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%20with%20ite%20peeps%2011092011/th_IMG_8222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-2418348881833212729</id><published>2011-09-08T15:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T15:55:10.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"So lets ignore each other, try to pretend the other person doesn't exist, but deep down, we both know it wasn't supposed to end like this." - TweetMajik-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Dinner%20Date%2006092011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_7999.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Dinner%20Date%2006092011/IMG_7999.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-2418348881833212729?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/2418348881833212729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-lets-ignore-each-other-try-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/2418348881833212729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/2418348881833212729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-lets-ignore-each-other-try-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Dinner%20Date%2006092011/th_IMG_7999.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-7384022496251138818</id><published>2011-09-07T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T22:30:50.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Family?</title><content type='html'>My raya this year is kind of messy. My family and I will be out jalan raya this Friday, Saturday and Sunday. What do you expect? The brother rent the car kind of late and have to push forward to this Friday. Bad move. Really bad move. *shakehead* Anywoos, I can't wait for jalan raya with the ite peeps this Sunday even if it's halfway for me. I really wanted to jalan raya with them why, it's been 2 years since I last jalan raya with them, cause of the guys undergoing NS. Now, ord oh! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday dinner date was really awesome. Enough said. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Dinner%20Date%2006092011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_7978.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Dinner%20Date%2006092011/IMG_7978.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Dinner%20Date%2006092011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_7985.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Dinner%20Date%2006092011/IMG_7985.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Dinner%20Date%2006092011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_8002.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Dinner%20Date%2006092011/IMG_8002.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Dinner%20Date%2006092011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_8010.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Dinner%20Date%2006092011/IMG_8010.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Dinner%20Date%2006092011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_7991.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Dinner%20Date%2006092011/IMG_7991.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really glad to have them as my friends. 4 years and still counting. I just hope the friendship will last long. :D Amin, insyaallah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_7864.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%202011/IMG_7864.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_7883.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%202011/IMG_7883.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_7896.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%202011/IMG_7896.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_7919.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%202011/IMG_7919.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's zikry's first raya and it's my first time wearing pink. I feel so lady-like. Hehe. More pictres to come after next week. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's confirmed that the friendship gonna sink soon. Maybe not now but after a year. It's sad thing when friends become strangers. *shrug* However, life has to move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-7384022496251138818?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/7384022496251138818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/09/2nd-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/7384022496251138818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/7384022496251138818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/09/2nd-family.html' title='2nd Family?'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Dinner%20Date%2006092011/th_IMG_7978.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-4292092380651370428</id><published>2011-08-25T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T00:19:00.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My fault</title><content type='html'>I don't know, but today is the worst day ever. A couple of friends just langgar my wire today. I just cannot take it anymore. When I planned out something which is not belong to me, I seriously wanna help that people. I always helped people but in return, I got shit than anything else. Everything is my fault because that's what I always get. To think, that I'm ngade ngade towards you is such a huge mistakes. I don't have the time in the world to ngade ngade with you by getting pissed off with you. I got my own reasons of why I get angry with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You asked for a help. To plan out study outing at SIM. You said, please and I helped you by spreading the plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You blamed me for letting you stay the whole night just to wait for my update with regards of holiday. I don't ask you to wait. I said wait only but not wait until e whole night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You said, anything when I asked you whether you come today or not. So I assume you are not sick! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You asked me qns like as if you are really coming for the study grp but no, when I asked you again, you said "ntah, lum tau pergi ke tak" I assume that you really don't care and that's why I'm angry at you,ass. Which part of the sms you said you are sick? NO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. After I tweeted about you and getting pissed of, then you msged me that you are having headache. After I GET ANGRY. So, when I'm angry you just have to msg me like that? Easy huh for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You asked me whether I'm still angry at you or not, I explained why i'm angry and what you said, "if i'm sick, i let you know what. Nvm." Easy right. You talked like as if I'm at fault. Thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I forgive you but still I feel that I'm the one who is at fault. No thank you for planning the study grp. No nothing, just putting me in a blame state. -.-" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Thank you, I just hope you get well soon. Thank you for making me angry and like as if I'm at fault. Ape ape kau ckp/buat semua orng sokong kau bulat2, but krng suke nk demoralised aku. Penghinaan tentang aku pun, aku selalu diam. Kau hina aku mcm aku nie tak laku pun, aku diam. Memang, aku nie slow, tak laku, gatal, tak berhati perut..All the negativity, kau campak kat aku bulat2. Aku tetap berdiam diri. Thanks eh. Thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope you're happy for giving me such problem. I helped you,sincerely without asking you to pay me back. -.-" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the blame.... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-4292092380651370428?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/4292092380651370428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-fault.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/4292092380651370428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/4292092380651370428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-fault.html' title='My fault'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-2950065227238205078</id><published>2011-08-22T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T00:54:45.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya or not Raya</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulilah. We've been fasting for 21 days already and it's a week to hari raya. Seriously, I don't feel excited because 3rd day of raya is my one and only exam. How to study and be excited like that eh? Somemore, I've yet to demo my MDAD project. I don't know, why must I always be in the same group with high standard people. *shrug* I'm happy that it is going to be over soon but urgh, tomorrow I must come to school for my demo. Boring or what. -.-" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My GPA going to drop soon because of this fucked up projects. All 3 projects are codings and why the fuck I take this line sia? I'm seriously in the wrong course and there's no point regretting it. Grr. Codings and codings only genius can do but majority of us, will never understand that. Screwed.I'm so demoralizing. =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/IT2N%20Iftaring/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_7699.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/IT2N%20Iftaring/IMG_7699.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/IT2N%20Iftaring/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_7700.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/IT2N%20Iftaring/IMG_7700.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's Khairi and Artchap! Ouh my god. From 4 to 7 members. I'm so happy. Old friends are found. :D Iftaring with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, been coming home late and iftaring in school almost everyday due to projects. I'm gonna miss that moment where all non-muslims friends ate dinner with us! The moment was incredible! :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haya. Gonna sleep now. I wish I can go Malacca with my friends this coming September. I really need it! Booo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-2950065227238205078?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/2950065227238205078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/08/raya-or-not-raya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/2950065227238205078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/2950065227238205078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/08/raya-or-not-raya.html' title='Raya or not Raya'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/IT2N%20Iftaring/th_IMG_7699.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-7567712550889525287</id><published>2011-07-31T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T19:46:05.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadan is here again....</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulilah, Ramadan is here again and as usual, nothing have changed. This year Ramadan is still the same as last year. I'm lucky that all my family members are here again still breathing to celebrate this holy month of Ramadan. Alhamdulilah. Syukran. But sadly to say, my aunt. This year raya, I'm gonna miss her and i don't know how the family gonna faced it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday was awesome. Dinner and cathing up session with the ite mates/good friends over at Breeks. I didn't know Khairi would join us after sooo long. It has been 2 years since I last heard about him. :D He's still the same and I like the way he jokes around with people. He's really a funney guy lah. :P I want more of this please. Iftar and raya outing, planned out already. Insyaallah we all can make it. :D I'm excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I've made a big mistake. I wonder why can't we be the same again? If I make a mistake, I'm sorry. If I didn't, I think it's the best for me to stay on like this. Noone get hurts and everything will be like last time. If the distance we are facing is for our own good, I guess, this is our destination. I'm back to normal self already but if somthing ticks me off, I'll get angry and ended up crying. Thanks for the memories which I believed won't repeat and won't last long. I know this is sucks but life have to move on anw. We are not what we used to be. That's all. Not going to be sad in this kind of situation anymore. Basically, I always like to a wrong person. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Projects are driving me insane. There are 3 projects all together and this week is the demo week for EWA. Next week will be ASP.net and the rest of a time will be cracking head with MDAD project. My life is getting high on codes which I will never understand. Seriously. I just hope, God will let me go tru this with an open heart and mind. I just don't want to breakdown cause I want to cry and once I'm settle with my projects. Insyallah. Help me God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna change my appearance slowly. From my tops to bottoms to my tudung. I did not change because of people but because I wanted to change for myself. Noone can change me but myself. Noone can comment about my outfit but the close ones. I'm gonna change for my own good. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magrib's over and Welcome to the month of Ramadan. It's sad that I can't fast tomorrow. =/ But I believe in Qadak and Qadar. Allah....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-7567712550889525287?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/7567712550889525287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/07/ramadan-is-here-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/7567712550889525287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/7567712550889525287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/07/ramadan-is-here-again.html' title='Ramadan is here again....'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-5907239543537650860</id><published>2011-07-24T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T22:39:29.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The most important in my life is my own life. I never thought that a little bit of changes can teared me down. This is when a friend of mine told me that, I've change and he didn't realize that whatever he said applies to him also. -.-" Yes, I've change but for their own good. I mean, I don't want to talk which will offend other people's feelings. =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that I'm a bubbly girl until a friend of mine told me that, I'm not as bubbly like last time. Because of that statement, I cried. Seriously, they noticed me even for a bit. Now, they want me to be like before. Be my normal self and be selfish for once. Insyaallah, I will but, I scared people will change instead of me. I shouldn't have think too much about other people. I think, if people want to change for their own good, I'll have to accept it. After all, people will always change right? *shrugg* But I will get to my normal self soon. It takes time to heal. Pray for me yeah. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try my best to be myself and will always smile no matter what. I just hope, this week will be my good week to start off. Amin. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-5907239543537650860?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/5907239543537650860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/07/most-important-in-my-life-is-my-own.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/5907239543537650860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/5907239543537650860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/07/most-important-in-my-life-is-my-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-2727671965140295922</id><published>2011-07-15T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T00:12:40.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guys, please be more sensitive towards a girl can? I'm the only girl here and have some mercy please? I hate to cry infront of you guys and I don't find that kind of joke is funney for me. =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to cry. Why would I want to waste my tears with people whom I call friends? Seriously, I'm embarrassed when tears started to roll down on my cheeks. Why can't you people understand. A joke is for me to laugh but not to cry. Why ouh why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to be like this whenever the joke of me being the guilty one? Hope today will be the last time you make the joke like this. I hate to see me crying especially infront of my friends. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to you, I don't seem any reason why whenever I say something, do something, you must be cold shoulder at me? If I say or do anything wrong, please be kind enough and let me knw can? I hate guessing game and you already know how much I hate it when I talk or ask ppl and then no response. Why must be me? Am I the bad one among the rest? Nah, just wandering. =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, today, I'll be receiving the Director's List award and i'm so sexcited about it. Actually, not that excited. But alhamdulilah, this is my dream to achieve something from poly. :D I'm a happy kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna sleep now. Class gonna starts at 8am meaning 515am, I'll be waking up. Urgh, hate the Qs of 168. Damn. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too weak to be strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-2727671965140295922?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/2727671965140295922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/07/guys-please-be-more-sensitive-towards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/2727671965140295922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/2727671965140295922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/07/guys-please-be-more-sensitive-towards.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-9103039021320173323</id><published>2011-06-26T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T16:33:46.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I may not be perfect but all I want now is to be happy. It seems that my life is not as happy as I wanted to be. Everything fall into places perfectly until there's one time it fall. Yes, I fall. I always wanted to be that kind of person who don't need to think about his/her happiness. Watching how they can smile, laugh without showing their problems. But for me no. I can't control and can break down easily. That's me. Like it or not, I don't know who will accept it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have the chance to migrate, I'll migrate now and run away from this stupid things that always haunting me ever since. I've been hiding my real feelings at home and pretended that I'm happy and fake a smile for everyone. Sometimes, my heart aches seeing my mom,dad,sister and brother living in their own world not worrying about their problems. But for me, I can't. :'( I really want to run away and hide this feelings of mine. It went up and down and I fucking hate it already. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only rely on you,blogger. I just can't explain my feelings to anybody right now. Be it to my parents, siblings, friends or cousin. Not anyone but you. I wish this thing will be over soon but how? While I blog,I cried. My heart aching. I wanted to become like my adik. She's so strong and I really want myself back. It's been days and I had enough already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, please give me strength and make me strong. I always wanted to be happy. Don't crash my happiness. I had it last 2 years and I don't want this thing to happen again. I hate the feelings of not knowing anything. God, please guide me tru this. Give me an open mind and heart to handle this kind of situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in myself. I believe in you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noone understands me. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-9103039021320173323?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/9103039021320173323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-may-not-be-perfect-but-all-i-want-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/9103039021320173323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/9103039021320173323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-may-not-be-perfect-but-all-i-want-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-855293120677060044</id><published>2011-06-25T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T22:34:30.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know why suddenly I feel like this. I don't like it you see. How am I supposed to share why,what,how,when to people? I myself don't know why? Must be the PMS symtoms? Or is it me! Haiz. I want the old linda back. I want the old linda back. Seriously! I'm not going to burden people with this kind of situations. This is really killing me. I seriously hate myself for this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to laugh and have fun without thinking too much of problems. Where is my ego? Where is the old Linda. Please give her back to me. =/ I hate to see myself crying when I'm alone. The feelings is sucks. Noone will understand me but how? I can't explain it to everyone why am I'm down. Haiz. Not even the close friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the outcome of this. I dare not say any word because I don't want to. If I were to be alone, just let me be. I'm fine and I'm getting use to it. People come and go as and when they want, I can't force them to come back to me right? *shrugged* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Helix%20Bridge%2018032011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4261-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Helix%20Bridge%2018032011/IMG_4261-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be happy like last time. Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-855293120677060044?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/855293120677060044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-dont-know-why-suddenly-i-feel-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/855293120677060044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/855293120677060044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-dont-know-why-suddenly-i-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Helix%20Bridge%2018032011/th_IMG_4261-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-2192227712665144376</id><published>2011-06-18T16:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T16:22:17.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>Yesterday 2 of my friends went to KL for their vacation. How I wish I have a vacation with the family so that my term break seems to be much more fun and interesting. :( Staying here in Singapore is very boring and remind me of school work. Haiz. Ouh yeah, I must make myself busy till Monday. Cause my partner in crime is away since yesterday. No text messages from him to disturb me. Nope. Boring. I must bare with it lor. Miss him as a friend only nothing much. Hmm, idk lah or maybe... Shall not say here. *shrugged* I just hope he enjoyed his vacation and please come back in one piece friend. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ECP%2026122011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_8291.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ECP%2026122011/IMG_8291.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sit by the beach just to smell the sea breeze. It really relax my mind. Yeah man. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ECP%2026122011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_8245.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ECP%2026122011/IMG_8245.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I stand now. Something is holding me back and keep me hanging. Gosh, can I have the answer instead of hanging me like this? -.-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-2192227712665144376?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/2192227712665144376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/06/vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/2192227712665144376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/2192227712665144376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/06/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ECP%2026122011/th_IMG_8291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-933222575393781473</id><published>2011-06-14T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T23:33:15.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Sing-A-Long%2005-02-2011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3600.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Sing-A-Long%2005-02-2011/IMG_3600.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss this bunch of people. Plus Ak too. Mus also. This Thursday, gonna meet them and gonna dine in Sushi. I'm craving for sushi actually. :D So yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Helix%20Bridge%2018032011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4321.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Helix%20Bridge%2018032011/IMG_4321.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having someone in my life. You know the feeling of love. I forgot how to fall in love. I've been liking a lot of people easily but not to the extend of falling in love. Maybe because I didn't know what I wish and wants. Everything seem to be fall apart. I smile, laugh, make jokes but still I'm lonely. I need that little thing that touches my heart.But idk where it goes. Been searching for it since I'm 13? Noone understand. That's why I lie to them. Lie that i don't want any guys right now. The thing is who wants me? I always wanted someone to come "hey you, i want to get to knw u better!" No. Since I'm 13 noone will ever do that. Call me desperate but that's what I always wanted to feel. But... only god know's how I feel. :'( Noone will know this little thing but you,me and Allah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.... &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-933222575393781473?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/933222575393781473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/933222575393781473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/933222575393781473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you...'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Sing-A-Long%2005-02-2011/th_IMG_3600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-3465642689538287875</id><published>2011-05-28T18:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T18:49:23.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouh well.</title><content type='html'>This month is really tough for me despite that I enjoyed myself on the first week of month. After that, I've been falling sick and there goes my faith in myself. =/ Firstly, headache. And because of that major headache, I took a day MC and luckily nothing's wrong. Blood test for me for the very 1st time and alhamdulilah, I'm a normal. Once that, on the same week, I was down with fever. For 3 days I stayed at home. It feels so suck and I can't do any work. And that was ok. 2 days later, after having lunch over at this shop (no name mention), I'm down with stomach flu. I can't take any solid food and I vomitted in school after eating porridge. What a luck. I was so weak that I can faint. I'm not going to have my lunch over there. I got stomach flu 2 times already and it feels sucky too. =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thanked my friend for so-called taking care of me during my sick day. Even if I'm at home, he will asking me whether I've recover and also keep pestering me to eat medicine. Yes, I don't like medicine and even if I say no to it, I have to eat it for my own health. Thank you once again,bf. Appreciate it a lot. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things need to think of. Firstly, project submissions. Secondly, term test. And thirdly, about my feelings. Why ouh why. There's no answer to my feelings. I'm not going to think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm forever alone and I know I missed a lot of chance even if it's just a joke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/USS%2009052011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5961.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/USS%2009052011/IMG_5961.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-3465642689538287875?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/3465642689538287875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/05/ouh-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-5483414688286251438</id><published>2011-05-16T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T23:42:19.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>USS with BFs. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/USS%2009052011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5625.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/USS%2009052011/IMG_5625.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/USS%2009052011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5639.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/USS%2009052011/IMG_5639.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/USS%2009052011/IMG_5685.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/USS%2009052011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5688.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/USS%2009052011/IMG_5688.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/USS%2009052011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5693.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/USS%2009052011/IMG_5693.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/USS%2009052011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5701.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/USS%2009052011/IMG_5701.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/USS%2009052011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5717.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/USS%2009052011/IMG_5717.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/USS%2009052011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5725.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/USS%2009052011/IMG_5725.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/USS%2009052011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5750.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/USS%2009052011/IMG_5750.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/USS%2009052011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5761.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/USS%2009052011/IMG_5761.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/USS%2009052011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5808.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/USS%2009052011/IMG_5808.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/USS%2009052011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5811.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/USS%2009052011/IMG_5811.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/USS%2009052011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5917.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/USS%2009052011/IMG_5917.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/USS%2009052011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5935.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/USS%2009052011/IMG_5935.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/USS%2009052011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5973.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/USS%2009052011/IMG_5973.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/USS%2009052011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5978.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/USS%2009052011/IMG_5978.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/USS%2009052011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5982.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/USS%2009052011/IMG_5982.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had tons of fun with the boyfriends. I love every moment with them even I bumped into my ex. -.-" Of all days yeah. It's a mistake. Bloody mistake. =/ Whatever it is, I'm glad the 5 boyfriends made my day! :P CYLON FTW! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man Utd CHAMP19ONS! I'm happy. Fook you Liverfool! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-5483414688286251438?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/5483414688286251438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/05/uss-with-bfs-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/5483414688286251438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/5483414688286251438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/05/uss-with-bfs-d.html' title='USS with BFs. :D'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/USS%2009052011/th_IMG_5625.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-7618690287205057103</id><published>2011-05-01T16:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T16:42:06.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bushra Cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Last%20Day%20Of%20Holiday%2025042011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5290.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Last%20Day%20Of%20Holiday%2025042011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5403.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Last%20Day%20Of%20Holiday%2025042011/IMG_5403.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Last%20Day%20Of%20Holiday%2025042011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5409.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Last%20Day%20Of%20Holiday%2025042011/IMG_5409.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Last%20Day%20Of%20Holiday%2025042011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5415.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Last%20Day%20Of%20Holiday%2025042011/IMG_5415.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my last holiday with them. :D Now, back to school already! Happy Labour's Day to all workers in the entire world. To students, happy holiday to you! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-7618690287205057103?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/7618690287205057103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/05/bushra-cafe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/7618690287205057103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/7618690287205057103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/05/bushra-cafe.html' title='Bushra Cafe'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Last%20Day%20Of%20Holiday%2025042011/th_IMG_5290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-7104481943790878793</id><published>2011-04-22T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T23:18:37.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Legal 18 on 19042011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/When%20Shahril%20turned%2018/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5210.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/When%20Shahril%20turned%2018/IMG_5210.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/When%20Shahril%20turned%2018/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5188.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/When%20Shahril%20turned%2018/IMG_5188.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/When%20Shahril%20turned%2018/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5187.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/When%20Shahril%20turned%2018/IMG_5187.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/When%20Shahril%20turned%2018/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5190.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/When%20Shahril%20turned%2018/IMG_5190.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/When%20Shahril%20turned%2018/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5223.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/When%20Shahril%20turned%2018/IMG_5223.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/When%20Shahril%20turned%2018/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5239.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/When%20Shahril%20turned%2018/IMG_5239.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 18th Birthday Shahril. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are not many pictures taken during that night. I had fun and I enjoyed having dinner with them. I only know Shahril and Hamdan from Jamiyaah. And not to forget Acap. Haha. This guy who wanted to 'flirt' with me but tak jadi. LOL. *inside joke* Anw, more friends are always welcome. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like this semester's timetable. I prayed hard tt there's no 8am classes and there you are, Wednesday and Friday both starts at 8am. -.-" On a lighter note, there's no school on Monday. It's a privileged for ITECH students. ^_^ So, first day of school will be this Tuesday. I got Saturday, Sunday n Monday to enjoysta! Wohoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5255.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/IMG_5255.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5262.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/IMG_5262.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This botak boy is damn cuteeee! I wanna kiss him like there's no tmr can? :P Ok bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy weekends ppl. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-7104481943790878793?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/7104481943790878793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/04/legal-18-on-19042011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/7104481943790878793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/7104481943790878793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Zikrys%20Cukur%20Rambut%2017042011/IMG_5152.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Zikrys%20Cukur%20Rambut%2017042011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5162.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Zikrys%20Cukur%20Rambut%2017042011/IMG_5162.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for coming to kakak's house yesterday. Alhamdulilah everything went on smoothly. The foods are awesome and nice. Thank you to my dad's Marhaban people for making this Majlis Cukur Rambut happened. Thanks thanks. This is for Muhammad Nur Haqzikry. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today mark the last week of school break. This week is my lazy week. But I have lots of dates. Starting from tomorrow. Vintage Delicafe, it's been postponing until I don't know when. LOL. I just hope the 4 of us are free to go. If not, forget it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-3027973201095902128?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/3027973201095902128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/04/zikrys-cukur-rambut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/3027973201095902128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/3027973201095902128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/04/zikrys-cukur-rambut.html' title='Zikry&apos;s Cukur Rambut'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Zikrys%20Cukur%20Rambut%2017042011/th_IMG_4978.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-2316708103679199524</id><published>2011-04-06T18:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T22:17:43.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EQ meets us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EQ%2004042011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4766.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EQ%2004042011/IMG_4766.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EQ%2004042011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4764.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EQ%2004042011/IMG_4764.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EQ%2004042011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4772.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EQ%2004042011/IMG_4772.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EQ%2004042011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4790.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EQ%2004042011/IMG_4790.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EQ%2004042011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4793.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EQ%2004042011/IMG_4793.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EQ%2004042011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4794.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EQ%2004042011/IMG_4794.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EQ%2004042011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4795.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EQ%2004042011/IMG_4795.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EQ%2004042011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4780.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EQ%2004042011/IMG_4780.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EQ%2004042011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4796.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EQ%2004042011/IMG_4796.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EQ%2004042011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4882.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EQ%2004042011/IMG_4882.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EQ%2004042011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4886.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EQ%2004042011/IMG_4886.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EQ%2004042011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4946.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EQ%2004042011/IMG_4946.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EQ%2004042011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4965.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EQ%2004042011/IMG_4965.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Rahman for the treat. It's like finally we got this treat from you after so much delaying here and there. The ice-cream makes my throat hurts and luckily it got recovered by itself as the days goes by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School will be open again on 25th of April while the rest of the poly start on the 18th. Are we lucky enough or is it we are toooo slack behind? Haha, you decide. However, I'm not looking forward to school even staying at home can be bore sometimes. I don't mind sleeping late and wake up late. Hehehe. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out. Will update again when there's something to update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-2316708103679199524?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/2316708103679199524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/04/eq-meets-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/2316708103679199524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/2316708103679199524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/04/eq-meets-us.html' title='EQ meets us.'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EQ%2004042011/th_IMG_4766.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-4552915471498820607</id><published>2011-04-01T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T22:11:20.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I'm Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4565.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/IMG_4565.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4570.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/IMG_4570.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4571.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/IMG_4571.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4574.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/IMG_4574.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4578.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/IMG_4578.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4584.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/IMG_4584.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4585.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/IMG_4585.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4590.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/IMG_4590.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4591.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/IMG_4591.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4595.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/IMG_4595.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raffles Place. Boat Quay. Campbell's soup. :) I simply love them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already April and how time really fly. Today is Friday and I wish you all happy weekends. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-4552915471498820607?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/4552915471498820607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/4552915471498820607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/4552915471498820607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-i.html' title='When I&apos;m Bored'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/th_IMG_4565.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-1534624234005045403</id><published>2011-03-29T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T23:40:17.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puaskah</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NA5ucve_tsM?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the lyrics. I love the melody. This song I dedicated to my dad and my mom. Because there's always shit people who will make them feel so shitty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! April in a few days ouh well, how time flies really fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-1534624234005045403?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/1534624234005045403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/03/puaskah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/1534624234005045403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/1534624234005045403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/03/puaskah.html' title='Puaskah'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/NA5ucve_tsM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-6839767583490844142</id><published>2011-03-25T20:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T20:54:37.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4487.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/IMG_4487.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4496.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/IMG_4496.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4494.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/IMG_4494.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4499.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/IMG_4499.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4509.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/IMG_4509.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4510.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/IMG_4510.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4512.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/IMG_4512.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4501.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/IMG_4501.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my boredom strike, I will take my time to either relax on the sofa, surfing or just taking nice photos as above. :) I have the strong urge to take lots of photos but erm, I'm not that skillful. It's sad when one criticizes me of not knowing anything about camera and stuffs and one will say like this, "Mcm paham lah nk ambek gambar!" I seriously feel like smacking his face but no, I'll just act dumb and shut my mouth. Why can't one stfu for once? *shrugged*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, the baby, little Zikry here loves to see the chandelier as above. He will make gugugaga over it and laugh all by himself. So funney and yes, he's going to be 3 months old by this Sunday, 27/03/2011. Omg, he's growing up pretty fast can? I'm glad and won't get bored looking after him! He's so adorable! :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sad note, my SIM card is being a bitch and I feel so weird for not touching my phone and I can't be contacted at this moment. Anybody who wants to contact me, please drop me a fb messages or mention me at twitter! I'll sure will reply you ASAP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, it's TGIF today what's your plans? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Weekends people! Muakz. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-6839767583490844142?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/6839767583490844142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/03/boredom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/6839767583490844142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/6839767583490844142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/03/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/th_IMG_4487.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-8446678770572776643</id><published>2011-03-24T14:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T14:32:33.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA?</title><content type='html'>I guess, I shall go MIA from everything? They always find me when they needed me. I'm always the middleman in everything and seriously, I hate it. I got better things to do and why can't they do it by themselves? Like for example, when one invited me to accompany or follow them to somewhere, why can't they invited the rest also? Why must  they invited me and ask me to invite the rest! I'm not a planner and seriously, I'm lazy to that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I keep quiet because I can't be bother to speak up. It will be wasting my time! Like seriously. There's no point for me to say a lot now. Might as well I keep my mouth shut and when they invited me to accompany them, I shall go and follow as requested. Seems like I'm the one who give in to them rather than they give in to me. Come on, I'm tired of all this and I think it's time for a change! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Migraine. Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-8446678770572776643?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/8446678770572776643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/03/mia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/8446678770572776643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/8446678770572776643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/03/mia.html' title='MIA?'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-5852519876931809568</id><published>2011-03-22T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T22:16:30.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I-Scream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4482-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/IMG_4482-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best. Ice-cream from apek kring kring is always being love by me. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/p5Jw-T4dVss?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, this song is sweet. :) Enjoy your day babey. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-5852519876931809568?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/5852519876931809568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-scream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/5852519876931809568'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Helix%20Bridge%2018032011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4269.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Helix%20Bridge%2018032011/IMG_4269.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Helix%20Bridge%2018032011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4278.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Helix%20Bridge%2018032011/IMG_4278.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Helix%20Bridge%2018032011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4294.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Helix%20Bridge%2018032011/IMG_4294.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Helix%20Bridge%2018032011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4328.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Helix%20Bridge%2018032011/IMG_4328.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Helix%20Bridge%2018032011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4384.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Helix%20Bridge%2018032011/IMG_4384.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Helix%20Bridge%2018032011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4400.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Helix%20Bridge%2018032011/IMG_4400.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Helix%20Bridge%2018032011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4405.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Helix%20Bridge%2018032011/IMG_4405.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Helix%20Bridge%2018032011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4432.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Helix%20Bridge%2018032011/IMG_4432.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Helix%20Bridge%2018032011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4427.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Helix%20Bridge%2018032011/IMG_4427.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Helix%20Bridge%2018032011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4421.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Helix%20Bridge%2018032011/IMG_4421.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a wonderful night. I can't believe that the 3 of us met for the first time in the year 2011. We laughed, we posed, we walked and we talked craps and etc. I just love my sister and my cousin a lot! Whenever we meet, there's always something that we will do. And love the night and the musical fountain. I don't mind staying there overnight and watch the sun rise with them. Seriously. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-1081365808582354615?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/1081365808582354615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/03/wonderful-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/1081365808582354615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/1081365808582354615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/03/wonderful-night.html' title='Wonderful Night'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Helix%20Bridge%2018032011/th_IMG_4269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-689087214087533668</id><published>2011-03-17T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T23:20:51.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3D2N Chalet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/3D2N%20Class%20chalet%2014032011-16032011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1200518.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/3D2N%20Class%20chalet%2014032011-16032011/P1200518.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/3D2N%20Class%20chalet%2014032011-16032011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=15032011494.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/3D2N%20Class%20chalet%2014032011-16032011/15032011494.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/3D2N%20Class%20chalet%2014032011-16032011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=15032011492.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/3D2N%20Class%20chalet%2014032011-16032011/15032011492.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3D2N class chalet was ubber fun! It was fun and a memorable one. Thank you parents for letting me staying overnight for the whole chalet. Thank you for trusting me and my friends. :) The whole class planned this chalet months ago and I'm glad to say that our class is the most supporting class ever! I'm loving my class cause no matter what, we made it happened! Thank you,fellow organiser for making this happened, really! I do really enjoyed my stay with the crazy people around me. It was so crazy till I learned how to ride. Borrowed Alfa's bike and I learnt how to ride within the area and thanks to those who thought me how to ride. I managed to ride,yeay! :) It was damn easy lah sia. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st night we had night cycling activity and I was the only girl who joined the guys to cycle. Thank you boys for taking care of me for the whole journey. I know, I can be very noisy but thank you for tolerating my crazy attitude for the whole night. Hehe. Thank you boys for letting me see the bapoks at Changi. I wanted to see the bapoks but no chance. Cycled from our chalet all the way to Changi. I wanted more but there's couple of incident happened during that journey. $10 rental of bicycle, what do you expect? Nuts out and tyre down. LOL. It was such a memorable one! Plus, Syakir fall off from his bicycle and my hp become a victim. LOL. I'm not regret of what happened to my phone but I'm more concerned about my friend here. Get well soon,Syakir! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/3D2N%20Class%20chalet%2014032011-16032011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1200519.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/3D2N%20Class%20chalet%2014032011-16032011/P1200519.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/3D2N%20Class%20chalet%2014032011-16032011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1200533.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/3D2N%20Class%20chalet%2014032011-16032011/P1200533.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/3D2N%20Class%20chalet%2014032011-16032011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1200531.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/3D2N%20Class%20chalet%2014032011-16032011/P1200531.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/3D2N%20Class%20chalet%2014032011-16032011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1200533.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/3D2N%20Class%20chalet%2014032011-16032011/P1200533.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/3D2N%20Class%20chalet%2014032011-16032011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1200535.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/3D2N%20Class%20chalet%2014032011-16032011/P1200535.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/3D2N%20Class%20chalet%2014032011-16032011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1200539.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/3D2N%20Class%20chalet%2014032011-16032011/P1200539.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/3D2N%20Class%20chalet%2014032011-16032011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1200546.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/3D2N%20Class%20chalet%2014032011-16032011/P1200546.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/3D2N%20Class%20chalet%2014032011-16032011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1200549.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/3D2N%20Class%20chalet%2014032011-16032011/P1200549.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/3D2N%20Class%20chalet%2014032011-16032011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1200572.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/3D2N%20Class%20chalet%2014032011-16032011/P1200572.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/3D2N%20Class%20chalet%2014032011-16032011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1200602.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/3D2N%20Class%20chalet%2014032011-16032011/P1200602.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/3D2N%20Class%20chalet%2014032011-16032011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1200608.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/3D2N%20Class%20chalet%2014032011-16032011/P1200608.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no need for me to say what is our activity for the 2nd night of the chalet. :) BBQ night was awesome and I love the foods and people around me. Thank you Mr Soma for coming to our BBQ pit. Thank you for those who came! Finally, left the 8 of us who conquered the chalet and for the last night, we bunked into 1 room which is my room and with their own mattress, we listened to MJ12 and it was fun listening to ghost stories with them. Seemed like everyone was shagged on that night till one by one slept. So much for not sleeping on the last night. LOL. I'm sure gonna missed this chalet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add on, I passed all my papers. Permitted to next semester of study. Alhamdulilah, I passed! Jumps around cause nomore CDS already! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-689087214087533668?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/689087214087533668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/03/3d2n-chalet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/689087214087533668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/689087214087533668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/03/3d2n-chalet.html' title='3D2N Chalet'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/3D2N%20Class%20chalet%2014032011-16032011/th_P1200518.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-2168955367591448175</id><published>2011-03-13T21:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T23:02:18.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT Show cum Chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=12032011483.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/12032011483.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=12032011487.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/12032011487.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4245.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/IMG_4245.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's IT Show was damn chaotic and overly crowded. I don't know why I came there with the friends but there's something I wanted to see over there. Damn, walked around till my back and legs aching like mad! We walked and walked until we found out there a sale on chocolate! OMG. I did buy the chocolatess and everything is nice. Me like it! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza hut for late lunch and I seriously don't know why, I ate only a few slices of pizza. Thank god there's 2 guys who can eat the rest of the pizza. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be away from Monday till Wednesday onwards. Chalet here I come! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to sleep early tonight since I slept late yesterday at 3am plus. Supposed to watch soccer but then my dear abang sleep and my partner in crime have to entertain me with the soccer updates. Thanks. Man Utd 2, Arsenal 0. What a waste, Arsenal. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-2168955367591448175?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/2168955367591448175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-show-cum-chocolate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/2168955367591448175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/2168955367591448175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-show-cum-chocolate.html' title='IT Show cum Chocolate'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-2042791865335309562</id><published>2011-03-10T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T22:27:09.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebration!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Mom%2054%20Bday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4065.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Mom%2054%20Bday/IMG_4065.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Mom%2054%20Bday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4041.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Mom%2054%20Bday/IMG_4041.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Mom%2054%20Bday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4058.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Mom%2054%20Bday/IMG_4058.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Mom%2054%20Bday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4068.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Mom%2054%20Bday/IMG_4068.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Mom%2054%20Bday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4063.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Mom%2054%20Bday/IMG_4063.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Mom%2054%20Bday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4093.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Mom%2054%20Bday/IMG_4093.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Mom%2054%20Bday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4100.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Mom%2054%20Bday/IMG_4100.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Mom%2054%20Bday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4102.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Mom%2054%20Bday/IMG_4102.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mini celebration from us and I'm so sorry for not buying you anything and thanks for understanding that. :) Hope you like the celebration even dad is not in the picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-2042791865335309562?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/2042791865335309562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/03/celebration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/2042791865335309562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/2042791865335309562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/03/celebration.html' title='Celebration!'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Mom%2054%20Bday/th_IMG_4065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-3449654967328828386</id><published>2011-03-09T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T16:02:13.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're 54th,Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P11607922.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/P11607922.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday,Mother. May god bless you with health and wealth amin. No matter how cranky I can be, you must always know that I love you so much than you love me. I love you infinity. :) Hearts you,mother. Thank you for being a good mother to me and to my 3 other siblings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-3449654967328828386?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/3449654967328828386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/03/youre-54thmom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/3449654967328828386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/3449654967328828386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/03/youre-54thmom.html' title='You&apos;re 54th,Mom'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-60129347881376077</id><published>2011-03-07T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T22:12:31.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Sing-A-Long%2005-02-2011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3590.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Sing-A-Long%2005-02-2011/IMG_3590.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Sing-A-Long%2005-02-2011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3580.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Sing-A-Long%2005-02-2011/IMG_3580.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Sing-A-Long%2005-02-2011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3534.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Sing-A-Long%2005-02-2011/IMG_3534.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Sing-A-Long%2005-02-2011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3600.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Sing-A-Long%2005-02-2011/IMG_3600.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because every year, it's still the same for me. History repeats and to be honest, I hate it so much. Why can't I lead to a normal life with the feelings of happiness stays longer than I have ever expected? I know I never learnt my lesson but I'm easily fall by this weird feelings. I know this is just a mistake made by my own doing. I never think. But it came naturally and I can't avoid it....... So how?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-60129347881376077?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/60129347881376077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/03/because-every-year-its-still-same-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/60129347881376077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/60129347881376077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/03/because-every-year-its-still-same-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/Sing-A-Long%2005-02-2011/th_IMG_3590.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-8227995687741590918</id><published>2011-03-06T15:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T15:23:21.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Smell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3662.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/IMG_3662.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love my new body spray from Vitoria Secret. Not that strong smell. Me like it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-8227995687741590918?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/8227995687741590918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/03/nice-smell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/8227995687741590918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/8227995687741590918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/03/nice-smell.html' title='Nice Smell'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-6965537558471234575</id><published>2011-03-05T21:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T21:25:41.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4030.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/IMG_4030.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Breakfast for a day! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=01032011479.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/01032011479.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, last Tuesday after my NetInfra paper had an awesome Gelare treat for myself and for my partner in crime. It was our virgin trip to Gelare and all I can say that, the waffle and the 3 scoops of ice-creams is the best! I want moreee! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-6965537558471234575?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/6965537558471234575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/03/breakfast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/6965537558471234575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/6965537558471234575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/03/breakfast.html' title='Food Paradise'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/EOS%20550D/th_IMG_4030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-1645615324224788613</id><published>2011-03-04T00:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T21:08:51.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is it. Finally it's holiday for us the poly students. After a week in malay said, bertungkus lumus belajar macam nak rak, everything come to an end already. :) Like finally. Alhamdulilah. Studied for 2 papers and exams back to back is so annoying like a parrot. Netinfra paper was ok ok but the theory part, I'm so gonna throw away like a shit of waste paper. Luckily I studied hard for the concepts and I practice a bit for the pyp. I did studies rather than I don't study at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough saying let me post some pictures of me and my friends going out for a movie date! I Am Number 4! It was such an awesome movie and you ppl should watch it. :) Those who said, it's a boring show, I bet you are damn wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/I%20Am%20Number%204%2002032011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3908.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/I%20Am%20Number%204%2002032011/IMG_3908.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/I%20Am%20Number%204%2002032011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3909.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/I%20Am%20Number%204%2002032011/IMG_3909.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/I%20Am%20Number%204%2002032011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3915.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/I%20Am%20Number%204%2002032011/IMG_3915.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/I%20Am%20Number%204%2002032011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3919.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/I%20Am%20Number%204%2002032011/IMG_3919.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/I%20Am%20Number%204%2002032011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3943.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/I%20Am%20Number%204%2002032011/IMG_3943.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/I%20Am%20Number%204%2002032011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3945.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/I%20Am%20Number%204%2002032011/IMG_3945.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/I%20Am%20Number%204%2002032011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3959.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/I%20Am%20Number%204%2002032011/IMG_3959.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/I%20Am%20Number%204%2002032011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3976.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/I%20Am%20Number%204%2002032011/IMG_3976.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/I%20Am%20Number%204%2002032011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3982.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/I%20Am%20Number%204%2002032011/IMG_3982.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-1645615324224788613?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/1645615324224788613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-is-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/1645615324224788613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/1645615324224788613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m609/its2011/I%20Am%20Number%204%2002032011/th_IMG_3908.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-1234744612197013284</id><published>2011-02-19T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T13:45:36.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeayness! Projects finally over and all I can say that, my friends and I screwed the Software Design's project! I don't know if I can pass the subject or not! *shrugged* I know, I'm not helping my partner at all for the codes and I felt so useless and bad after all! I'm so sorry for not helping you but I just hope both of us can pass. This is my first time doing a project report on a very last minute. I rushed through the report and I just scared about the report. Running along the corridor to print the report and dropped it in teacher's pigeon hole was not easy! Tiring! Ahh, I just don't want to think about the late submission anymore. I won't sleep if I keep on thinking about that. Fuh! Just be prepare for the next Semester's project! Lesson learnt, listen to teacher's advise and teaching in class! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming up next will be our main exams. 1st and 2nd of March. I must start revising early in order to understand the concept but man, I don't know how to start! Ouh my goodness! So shagged and I just want to rest my mind and my body off. Now, I'm scared that my IA lab test gonna be a failure. A big failure. I scared I'll repeat the module because I screwed my term test, quiz 1 and lab test. I just hope IA I can pass and as long as I clear this, I'll be ok huh. =/ I wanna have a short getaway. Please! Let me have a break! A decent break! =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess I'll stop here? I'll post more pictures of me and good friends. We went karaoke the other Saturday! So fun and it was awesome. Now, I miss them a lot! Ouh, late March, please come hurry because I want to go chalet and going out with the good friends. :) Looking forward for the chalet on the 14 of March! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You scared me to..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-1234744612197013284?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/1234744612197013284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/02/yeayness-projects-finally-over-and-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/1234744612197013284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/1234744612197013284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/02/yeayness-projects-finally-over-and-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-5950995448571581955</id><published>2011-02-16T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T22:45:51.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I felt so useless. K bye! -.-" =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-5950995448571581955?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/5950995448571581955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-felt-so-useless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/5950995448571581955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/5950995448571581955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-felt-so-useless.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-1191998938800027092</id><published>2011-01-31T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T00:02:31.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what? The hardest thing in your life is when your own brother/sister/mom/dad/blah blah blah, are not talking to you without any reasons. In my case, my brother. I don't know why he don't want to talk to me. I feel so empty right now. It's the fact that I have a 'beautiful' family. A 'friendly' friends but actually, it's all empty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm fading away from the family. I'm fading away from my friends and the most dangerous thing is, I'm fading away from myself. I'm not sure why I feel that way. It's like there's something missing in my life. And of course is not about LOVE. My heart is still lock for guys right now. It's just this thing that is missing. I just can't find it anywhere. =/ I need someone to talk but I just don't like to tell stories about me. This is why I have you,to express my feelings in here. I felt so empty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what's wrong with me? What did I do wrong? I want to cry but nah, I don't want because I hate to see myself crying over and over again. This is because, when I cried, no one will listen. I hate to let others know why I cried and in the end they comfort me. I just don't want to burden them with my pathetic tears. Just a waste of a time. =/ Seriously, I don't know why? :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, the best way to solve this is to keep silence because, silence is the best way to communicate. I rather not talk than talking. I rather be like this than be loud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I change? Or should I not change? *shrugged* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Empty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-1191998938800027092?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/1191998938800027092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-know-what-hardest-thing-in-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/1191998938800027092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/1191998938800027092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-know-what-hardest-thing-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-7948109443073172873</id><published>2011-01-30T00:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T00:32:01.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm busy woman now. Will update when I'm done. K bye. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5895.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/IMG_5895.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed to play paintball! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-7948109443073172873?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/7948109443073172873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/01/such-busy-period.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/7948109443073172873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/7948109443073172873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/01/such-busy-period.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/th_IMG_5895.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-6069023835118482584</id><published>2011-01-23T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T23:37:17.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't why but I feel like my blog is getting stagnant each time I enter into my blog. It's like a ghost town where no one will read my blog. Maybe there's some soul but I don't really care about who read my blog or whatever shit anymore. Cause, I don't care! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to share this photos of ECP. :) A picnic over at ECP on 26/12/2010. Take a look. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ECP%2026122011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_8210.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ECP%2026122011/IMG_8210.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ECP%2026122011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_8215.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ECP%2026122011/IMG_8215.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ECP%2026122011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_8216.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ECP%2026122011/IMG_8216.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ECP%2026122011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_8227.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ECP%2026122011/IMG_8227.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ECP%2026122011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_8233.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ECP%2026122011/IMG_8233.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ECP%2026122011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_8260.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ECP%2026122011/IMG_8260.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ECP%2026122011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_8253.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ECP%2026122011/IMG_8253.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ECP%2026122011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_8246.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ECP%2026122011/IMG_8246.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ECP%2026122011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_8245.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ECP%2026122011/IMG_8245.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ECP%2026122011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_8352.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ECP%2026122011/IMG_8352.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done bye! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-6069023835118482584?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/6069023835118482584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-dont-why-but-i-feel-like-my-blog-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/6069023835118482584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/6069023835118482584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-dont-why-but-i-feel-like-my-blog-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ECP%2026122011/th_IMG_8210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-24799366723530389</id><published>2011-01-20T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T00:10:15.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welcome to the year TWO O O ELEVEN! :) I know I've been ditching this blog of mine for such a long time. Been very lazy to update and I'm so shagged ever since the school have already started. Grr. And also, I didn't celebrate new year as I know, my life is as the same as 2010. The only thing I know of is I'm BROKE! I need money to spend and for myself also! Help! =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011, so far so good. Started of with laughter and cry a bit and now everything is already fall into places. Because I've recharge myself and rest. Now I feel nothing and I don't need to think anything to make me cry or sad anymore. :) Thanks to a friend of mine for making me realize how important to open up to myself. I'm a low self-esteem person who need to be guide! I've learnt something for the month of January. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been slacking a lot for this semester. I don't know what happened to me but I did badly for my term test. NO! I did not fail a single thing but I didn't ace it like how I used to aced. I think, my GPA for this semester will be drop dead soon! Choy, touch wood but I just hope I can maintain my GPA of 3. Because, I had enough of GPA of 2. LOL. Just pray hard I can do it. I wanted to get A for my project can? Can? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex just added me yesterday. I've forgiven him already. Not yesterday but a long time ago. Gonna be my 2 years of single life hood and I'm going to enjoy myself to the fullest. Being with him is such a MISTAKE but hey, everybody makes a mistake right? So pardon me. :) I've moved on long time ago and why not, I accept him as my friends list. No harm as long as he keep his filthy mouth shut. I'm fine if he wants to be my friend. I don't want to have any hard feelings on him. So yeah. I've moved on! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, don't want to talk about the past. For me, I've already put my past behind me. There's nothing for me to think about it anymore. So let's enjoy what is install for me NOW. HUHU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oklah, I'll be back whenever I've something to share. Bye people. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Friendly Ghost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-24799366723530389?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/24799366723530389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/01/welcome-to-year-two-o-o-eleven-i-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/24799366723530389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/24799366723530389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2011/01/welcome-to-year-two-o-o-eleven-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-4697350607264959324</id><published>2010-12-27T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T23:07:45.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah. I'm having migraine! No no it's not good for me. I hate to have a migraine. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happy note, kakak got herself a baby boy and we called him, Mohammad Nur Haqzikry. Such a tiny boy and he only weigh 2.1kg! My parents and I went awwwwwww and I'm so in love with the fair skin of my nephew. So cute! Ouh well, to Mohammad Nur Haqzikry, I pray for you that you will become a good son to kakak and bro-in-law. You can be naughty a bit but not more than that. :) Thank you. Your mama have gone through a lot of hard time in giving you birth. So, be good to your mama. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had enough of the nonsense from myself. Ahh, Nur Haslinda Bte Sanib,stop your nonsense and stick with your own mind! Please. Please. Please! Ahhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, school will be reopen in just a few days. My project left untouched and I don't want to slack anymore. This 2 weeks I've been up and down to KK but no outing. Boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall stop here and good bye! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall stop.....should I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-4697350607264959324?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/4697350607264959324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/12/ah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/4697350607264959324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/4697350607264959324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/12/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-2979315763042590163</id><published>2010-12-23T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T14:25:08.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First of all, let me make a wonderful wish for my beloved Kakak a 28th Birthday. OMG. 2 more years before the number change to 3! Greatness. :) I love you sister no matter what! I wish you well! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School holiday has already started and seriously, I didn't enjoy at all. Bleargh. There's so many things to do and I hate it lah! I want to go out and have fun. Did you know that, I came to school for nothing? I don't know how to start such a simple task. My partner and I are both slacker. LOL. How? I don't know. Must chiong next week before school reopen. Ya allah! I still have my EIR portfolio to do! Damn! =/ Ahh, insyallah, I'll do over the Christmas day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I chose Infra Networking as my Elective. No modelling for me because I'm suck at this thing. Hehe. The best part was, there's no CDS for me for next Semester. Because I've met the requirement already. ;) So, what is CDS eh? LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oukey, let me post some pictures for the sake of you people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Waffle%20OrchardCentral%2017122010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2430.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Waffle%20OrchardCentral%2017122010/IMG_2430.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Waffle%20OrchardCentral%2017122010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2419.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Waffle%20OrchardCentral%2017122010/IMG_2419.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Waffle%20OrchardCentral%2017122010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2426.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Waffle%20OrchardCentral%2017122010/IMG_2426.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Waffle%20OrchardCentral%2017122010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2408.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Waffle%20OrchardCentral%2017122010/IMG_2408.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Waffle%20OrchardCentral%2017122010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2394.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Waffle%20OrchardCentral%2017122010/IMG_2394.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Waffle%20OrchardCentral%2017122010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2374.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Waffle%20OrchardCentral%2017122010/IMG_2374.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Waffle%20OrchardCentral%2017122010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2339.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Waffle%20OrchardCentral%2017122010/IMG_2339.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Live Laugh Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Waffle%20OrchardCentral%2017122010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2324.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Waffle%20OrchardCentral%2017122010/IMG_2324.jpg" border="0"width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Tuesday, after so long, we finally meet! I love them and I missed them so much! Thank God, they are fine with lots of juicy stories. Let's keep it a secret ok! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ION%20ouh%20ION%2021212010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2699.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ION%20ouh%20ION%2021212010/IMG_2699.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ION%20ouh%20ION%2021212010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2698.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ION%20ouh%20ION%2021212010/IMG_2698.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ION%20ouh%20ION%2021212010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2705.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ION%20ouh%20ION%2021212010/IMG_2705.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ION%20ouh%20ION%2021212010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2704.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ION%20ouh%20ION%2021212010/IMG_2704.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ION%20ouh%20ION%2021212010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2714.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ION%20ouh%20ION%2021212010/IMG_2714.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ION%20ouh%20ION%2021212010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2721.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ION%20ouh%20ION%2021212010/IMG_2721.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ION%20ouh%20ION%2021212010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2723.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ION%20ouh%20ION%2021212010/IMG_2723.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ION%20ouh%20ION%2021212010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2726.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ION%20ouh%20ION%2021212010/IMG_2726.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempat huh. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ION%20ouh%20ION%2021212010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2727.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ION%20ouh%20ION%2021212010/IMG_2727.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ION%20ouh%20ION%2021212010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2730.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ION%20ouh%20ION%2021212010/IMG_2730.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ION%20ouh%20ION%2021212010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2738.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ION%20ouh%20ION%2021212010/IMG_2738.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ION%20ouh%20ION%2021212010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2741.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ION%20ouh%20ION%2021212010/IMG_2741.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ION%20ouh%20ION%2021212010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2743.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ION%20ouh%20ION%2021212010/IMG_2743.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ION%20ouh%20ION%2021212010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2765.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/ION%20ouh%20ION%2021212010/IMG_2765.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I want to come this Sunday for a class outing. Should I? But I wanna go night cycling lah! Haya. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall stop here. Will update you more. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm not your fucking messenger,fucker! -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-2979315763042590163?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/2979315763042590163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-of-all-let-me-make-wonderful-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/2979315763042590163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/2979315763042590163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-of-all-let-me-make-wonderful-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Waffle%20OrchardCentral%2017122010/th_IMG_2430.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-6671867661497398755</id><published>2010-12-12T18:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T19:08:20.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Term test will starts tomorrow and I think, I'm not that ready and prepare for my test. No confident at all. Goodluck to me and to all the people in TP who will sit for this year term test. I miss doing maths. I miss doing maths and I know, maths can make me smile. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week. Rahman's brother and at the same time my 2 paternal cousins were getting married on the 4th of December. It was really fun having my DSLR and enter people's house/room and took pictures of their moments. It was superly fun. Saw so many unfamiliar faces but who cares anw, I'm a photographer from Sanib's family. So, I'm in-charged of taking the moment. Priceless. :) There are so many pictures taken from my DSLR and I'm so freaking lazy to post it here,and those who have my FB, you can take a look at the pictures taken by me! Those who don't have, I will find time to post a few pictures here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sudden missed of TNS. If only there's TNS part 2, I think, I would love to apply again. Hehe. The freedom is so great that I can control my life as and when I want. Not to be rebellious but I'm ok when living with the friends. It's proven that I can be alone without my parents. I guess so. I would love to go overseas alone. I would love to be my own for a moment. I'm 21 years old but still my parents don't really understand what I want. Haiz. Should I have to be like this till I get married? No? I don't want. I still want to feel the freedom of my own. I'm not angry with the parents but, I'm wandering why. Is it because of I'm a girl? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh well, the friends organizing night cycling event. I just hope I can talk to my parents and ask for their permission. I just hope I can go because many of them are going and I don't want to miss the fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTG. Iron man is on channel 5 right now. It reminds me of a movie date I went for the last 2 years with  a jerk. LOL. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1424.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/IMG_1424.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I hate......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-6671867661497398755?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/6671867661497398755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/12/term-test-will-starts-tomorrow-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/6671867661497398755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/6671867661497398755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/12/term-test-will-starts-tomorrow-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-8685903149458347963</id><published>2010-12-08T01:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T01:20:49.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dare not to get close with anybody now. Getting close with people like them will make my heart hurt more. So, this is it. Revert back to myself. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-8685903149458347963?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/8685903149458347963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/12/dare-not-to-get-close-with-anybody-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/8685903149458347963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/8685903149458347963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/12/dare-not-to-get-close-with-anybody-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-8794803304574502146</id><published>2010-12-02T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T00:34:57.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't have interest in Internet Appliances. All. Including the lecturer, the tutor and the subject! I feel like urghh, sitting 3 hours inside the lab doing 'Host' and 'Target'. Bummer. And the system is damn slow. The 'Target' is damn OLD and they should at least pay for the new one instead. My parents pay the school fees not for nothing. Obviously. Damn it. And today, IA's quiz, I will flung the paper. No use. No use. Seems like the whole class didn't study. But idk, if they just pretend not to study or what. Heck care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I'm addicted to Crime City. FB game about mafia. I was the one who invited my friends and they are so addicted to the game already. Yessa! It's much better than mafia wars. LOL. I love the sound of Hakdush. Hakdush. The sound of Bang Bang. The sound of the money 'flying' to my bank. So funney. =) I like it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh shoot. Term test is just in a few weeks. I'm not fully prepared. And I miss doing Maths! Urgh. I don't like theory. This weekends will be busy day. Saturday, 2 paternal cousin are soon going to be husband-to-be. Sunday, Rahman's brother wedding. So, I don't if I can come back to Queenstown from Sengkang this Sunday. If only my brother fetch me. Haiz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'll shall stop here today. Because I can smell someone not happy with me. Fuck it lah. She and her antics. Dare to make me feel bad, I'll smack her face. I know what I'm doing. Ass! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-8794803304574502146?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/8794803304574502146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dont-have-interest-in-internet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/8794803304574502146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/8794803304574502146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dont-have-interest-in-internet.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-1528294506622517141</id><published>2010-11-26T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T22:57:16.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friends come and go. I don't mind if they come and I don't mind if they go. As long as they are not my good friends, I can just don't care. What if they are my good friends? I'll cry if that happens to me. Boo hoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are like leaving in a place call cave if you don't have friends. I can be very easy going with any types of people but when come to attitude, I must be very careful not to be too good to them. =) Now, I wanna be alone. Ok, this part mcm paham adelah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be very playful at times and I can be very sensitive. I can be very playful to people who can accept the joke. I can test their patient by doing some stupid things to them. *kening ups and downs* I can be very rough but all this can make my day. Those who cannot take my jokes, can live inside the cave. I love to make people laugh by doing that but this is all jokes only and nothing more. =)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who wants to be my friends? Put your hands up yaw! I may be rough and don't care about other people's feelings but I can be very nice to people. So you may consider me as your friends then. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I talking about friends? Because, I believe friends will come and go like a biscuit! I don't have bestfriend but I have a group of goodfriends. Which is my beloved fantastic 4! I love you guys so much! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/?action=view&amp;amp;current=01122008005.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/01122008005.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old photo of us in year 2008. ;)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Friends are friends but not more than that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-1528294506622517141?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/1528294506622517141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/11/friends-come-and-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/1528294506622517141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/1528294506622517141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/11/friends-come-and-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-3171687468198047739</id><published>2010-11-25T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T23:23:04.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been very not so busy this week. I don't know this semester, I've been slacking a lot and I miss doing EMaths! I really love to calculate and calculate. It's my thing. Now, I realised that. Yes. Slacking in school is my new hobby. I will leave sch after 7pm, just to get ride of the crowds. I hate crowds especially when I'm inside the public transport. Lucky,I didn't take train because train is worst! LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to update about my friends birthday but ouh well, I'll just let the pictures to tell you the story. Sorry for keeping you like this with full of dust all over it. =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Faz  24th Birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1200298.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Faz  24th Birthday/P1200298.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, you got it right, we played bowling on Faz's 24th Birthday. Damn,he's OLD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Faz  24th Birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1200299.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Faz  24th Birthday/P1200299.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Faz  24th Birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1200302.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Faz  24th Birthday/P1200302.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Faz  24th Birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1200307.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Faz  24th Birthday/P1200307.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Faz  24th Birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1200333.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Faz  24th Birthday/P1200333.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That' how we spent his birthday on the 10 of Nov. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Lily's 22nd Birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Lily Twenty2 Birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1200395.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Lily Twenty2 Birthday/P1200395.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Lily Twenty2 Birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1200398.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Lily Twenty2 Birthday/P1200398.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Lily Twenty2 Birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1200403.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Lily Twenty2 Birthday/P1200403.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Lily Twenty2 Birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1200416.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Lily Twenty2 Birthday/P1200416.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Lily Twenty2 Birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1200408.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Lily Twenty2 Birthday/P1200408.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) JTW still rock than DTE. BOO. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done blogging. So,sleepy. Gonna take my shower and sleep. =)) Goodnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My Fav word, BUMMER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-3171687468198047739?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/3171687468198047739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/11/been-very-not-so-busy-this-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/3171687468198047739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/3171687468198047739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/11/been-very-not-so-busy-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Faz  24th Birthday/th_P1200298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-6007799095043103485</id><published>2010-11-14T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T23:08:34.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ouh heylo. I'm sorry for the lack of update. There are so many things happening during the entire week. I guess it's my Fuck My Life week. Still haven't 'recover' from the 'cold war' but, I'm sure slowly bits by bits the 'cold war' will be end soon. I don't know when but let's just see. I don't want to elaborate more on the war. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, because of that, I didn't celebrate my 21st birthday with the family. I don't need anything but just a simple pathetic wish will do. Ouh well, just not my day. Anw, thanks to the crazy people in school for surprising me with birthday cake as well with the present. I didn't expect anything from you guys and all I wanna do on that day was to play badminton and proceed with the lessons. Thanks guys for making me shedding my tears for the first time. Haha. It's a happy tears btw. LOL. I love you guys and Timun too. You got it right colour. BLUE HOODIE! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lazy to type more on my birthday. No mood at all, so I let you guys see pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/My%20Boring%2021st%20Birthday/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0539.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/My%20Boring%2021st%20Birthday/IMG_0539.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/My%20Boring%2021st%20Birthday/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0629.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/My%20Boring%2021st%20Birthday/IMG_0629.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/My%20Boring%2021st%20Birthday/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0630.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/My%20Boring%2021st%20Birthday/IMG_0630.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcoming Timun. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first time getting a bear from people. I don't really enjoy collecting bears because that's not so Linda. HAHA. I'm not a kind who goes gugu gaga for cute stuffs or soft toys. But, I appreciate what people have given me. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's continue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/My%20Boring%2021st%20Birthday/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0648.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/My%20Boring%2021st%20Birthday/IMG_0648.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/My%20Boring%2021st%20Birthday/?action=view&amp;current=08112010366.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/My%20Boring%2021st%20Birthday/08112010366.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chocolate cake was damn nice with chocolate crisps below of the cake. That's yummy but I manage to eat a slice of it because when I'm too happy, I can't eat a lot. That's Linda. Heh. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you how I got Timun behind my name. Ouh well, all thanks to our spotter Syakir and Umamah. I didn't know that my last name will be left permanent like that. TIMUN. There's one day, I pronounced the word cucumber wrongly and I didn't know that what I pronounced was totally wrong. I can't spell it out here of what I said because the spelling maybe the same but it's the matter of pronunciation. Two spotters laughed at me and came up with Timun till now. Ouh THANKS! -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's continue of how I get surprised by the others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/My%20Boring%2021st%20Birthday/?action=view&amp;current=IMAG0440.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/My%20Boring%2021st%20Birthday/IMAG0440.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/My%20Boring%2021st%20Birthday/?action=view&amp;current=IMAG0442.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/My%20Boring%2021st%20Birthday/IMAG0442.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/My%20Boring%2021st%20Birthday/?action=view&amp;current=IMAG0447.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/My%20Boring%2021st%20Birthday/IMAG0447.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/My%20Boring%2021st%20Birthday/?action=view&amp;current=IMAG0449.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/My%20Boring%2021st%20Birthday/IMAG0449.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All sweaty and smelly. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/My%20Boring%2021st%20Birthday/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0665.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/My%20Boring%2021st%20Birthday/IMG_0665.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/My%20Boring%2021st%20Birthday/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0667.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/My%20Boring%2021st%20Birthday/IMG_0667.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is from Sabby! Thank you,Love you many many many infinity. ;)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to upload Faz's 24th Birthday pictures in photobucket. I'll update it soon with more pictures to come. In a meanwhile, let's take a look at this. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/EOS%20550D/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0414.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/EOS%20550D/IMG_0414.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/EOS%20550D/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0415.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/EOS%20550D/IMG_0415.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/EOS%20550D/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0416.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/EOS%20550D/IMG_0416.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/EOS%20550D/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0424.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/EOS%20550D/IMG_0424.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/EOS%20550D/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0503.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/EOS%20550D/IMG_0503.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/EOS%20550D/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0710.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/EOS%20550D/IMG_0710.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/EOS%20550D/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0722.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/EOS%20550D/IMG_0722.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END. Will be continueddd..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Trying something I've been longing to try....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-6007799095043103485?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/6007799095043103485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/11/ouh-heylo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/6007799095043103485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/6007799095043103485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/11/ouh-heylo.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/My%20Boring%2021st%20Birthday/th_IMG_0539.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-4275696411558546546</id><published>2010-11-05T01:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T09:16:51.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Deepavaali to all Hindus in Singapore. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T02 outing to Sentosa has been cancel because not many people responding and not many people are coming. Just like how I expected it to happen. Not their fault actually maybe they busy with their own stuffs or family? Anyway, I don't think they wanted to organise such outing again. Not only that, I kind of miss my TNS days with the crazy people. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I love my pictures very much. I'll update all the pictures I took every now and then in my blog. Hehe. Anw, should I follow Fazzle to Balestier to watch the guys playing soccer tomorrow or should I go photo taking session with people? Hmm. I don't know. No promises. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw,let's watch this... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/EOS%20550D/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0118.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/EOS%20550D/IMG_0118.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/EOS%20550D/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0142.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/EOS%20550D/IMG_0142.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/EOS%20550D/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0164.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/EOS%20550D/IMG_0164.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/EOS%20550D/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0113.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/EOS%20550D/IMG_0113.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/EOS%20550D/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0251.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/EOS%20550D/IMG_0251.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/EOS%20550D/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0253.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/EOS%20550D/IMG_0253.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a bf with good photography skills. ;) Where can I find him?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,I'm done here. 3 days holiday and I hope, I can start with my Wireless Tech's assignment yeah. HAHA. I wish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm not a good story teller but a good listener. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-4275696411558546546?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/4275696411558546546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-deepavaali-to-all-hindus-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/4275696411558546546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/4275696411558546546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-deepavaali-to-all-hindus-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/EOS%20550D/th_IMG_0118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-8000443970123824083</id><published>2010-10-30T17:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T19:20:08.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Saturday and I got nothing to do but to stay at home. It's ok, I need to rest and also let my parents know that I know how to stay at home. -.- Anyway, 1st week of school isn't that bad all but this semester gonna have a lot of projects based work. Just wish me luck yeah. This week alone, I went out after school almost everyday. The parents were very angry but if they know me, they should know me. Monday, accompanied Syakir till 7pm to his CDS's lecture. Tuesday, went to Pasir Ris to play badminton till 930pm and I reached home till 11pm. Wednesday, went out and have dinner with the cousin, we had BBQ Chicken. Thursday, met my good friend, Sabby Flicker over at Lot 1 and had my 1st Pastamania dish there. Friday which is yesterday, went out with the peeps. Initial plan was to catch a movie Takers but no afternoon slot available. So headed down to Grandlink to have a pool session with them. Lucky it's not crowded if not, I don't dare to go. I had fun going out for 1st week of school till I'm broke. LOL. Also on the same Friday, I came in to the Wireless Technology lecture for 5 mins. I'm late and thanks to the traffic and on the first day of school, that same teacher call me LAZY just because I don't take out my lecture notes. BUMMER. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should switch back my holiday mood to study mode. And also have to go back early from next week onwards. Insyaallah, if I'm not stubborn. ^^ Afterall, I still a teenagers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh, let's move on with my TNS week. All I can say is, FUN FUN FUN! Thanks for making me smile and to my roommates, WAWAKISS, I had so much fun living under one room. ;) I miss having honeystars, cooking and lepaking session with fellow people. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 1. 11/10/2010 to 15/10/2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/?action=view&amp;current=P1200084.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/P1200084.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/?action=view&amp;current=P1200086.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/P1200086.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flatmates and we chose Italy as our country.\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/?action=view&amp;current=P1200093.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/P1200093.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/?action=view&amp;current=P1200095.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/P1200095.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried Maggie for breakfast. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/?action=view&amp;current=P1200100.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/P1200100.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we prepared for our International Buffet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/?action=view&amp;current=P1200107.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/P1200107.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cooked pasta for the class and for the boys too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/?action=view&amp;current=P1200108.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/P1200108.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pei Ming. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/?action=view&amp;current=P1200109.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/P1200109.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenice on the left and YingJia on the right. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/?action=view&amp;current=P1200110.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/P1200110.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wawa. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/?action=view&amp;current=P1200115.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/P1200115.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really look delicious. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/?action=view&amp;current=P1200116.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/P1200116.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls from my class. T02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/?action=view&amp;current=P1200119.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/P1200119.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/?action=view&amp;current=P1200120.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/P1200120.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brazilian Group. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/?action=view&amp;current=P1200121.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/P1200121.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australian Group. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/?action=view&amp;current=P1200122.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/P1200122.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italian Group. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/?action=view&amp;current=P1200123.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/P1200123.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad they finished our pasta. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/?action=view&amp;current=P1200127.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/P1200127.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian Pokers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/?action=view&amp;current=P1200126.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/P1200126.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ILoveBluehoodie! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the next day, we end class pretty early and we decided to have lunch over Seoul Garden. Lily was there too and she visit us at Temasek Green too! Awesome shit! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/?action=view&amp;current=P1200131.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/P1200131.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/?action=view&amp;current=P1200132.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/P1200132.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same day, we decided to cooked the guys a supper. By the time it was as late as 12am and everybody was looking damn shagged including me. We played card games earlier on and by 11pm they went back to their own apartment for attendance and they came back to our apartment for supper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/?action=view&amp;current=P1200135.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/P1200135.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummeh and they loved it! ;)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 2. 18/10/2010 to 22/10/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the weekends we went home and came back to Temasek Green for another week of stay. On Monday, test followed by the movie. The test was ok ok for me but I did managed to score. I pass eh. The movie was great,Outsourced. After the movie went out to buy some groceries and the malay guys decided to bought us Satay all the way from Changi. We fork out some money to buy. Headed to level 9 and have our dinner over there while watching Daredevil and Wakenabeb. LoL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%202%2018102010-22102010/?action=view&amp;current=P1200137.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%202%2018102010-22102010/P1200137.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%202%2018102010-22102010/?action=view&amp;current=P1200138.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%202%2018102010-22102010/P1200138.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%202%2018102010-22102010/?action=view&amp;current=P1200139.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%202%2018102010-22102010/P1200139.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%202%2018102010-22102010/?action=view&amp;current=P1200141.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%202%2018102010-22102010/P1200141.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wawa and I will always complained that we are hungry. That's why we bought Honeystars so that at night we can eat it. LOL. PPG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%202%2018102010-22102010/?action=view&amp;current=P1200147.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%202%2018102010-22102010/P1200147.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%202%2018102010-22102010/?action=view&amp;current=P1200154.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%202%2018102010-22102010/P1200154.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazzle and Rahman cooked for us breakfast. Thank you. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%202%2018102010-22102010/?action=view&amp;current=P1200155.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%202%2018102010-22102010/P1200155.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still fresh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%202%2018102010-22102010/?action=view&amp;current=P1200169.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%202%2018102010-22102010/P1200169.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%202%2018102010-22102010/?action=view&amp;current=P1200170.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%202%2018102010-22102010/P1200170.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%202%2018102010-22102010/?action=view&amp;current=P1200186.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%202%2018102010-22102010/P1200186.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're busy doing project and the same time have FUN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%202%2018102010-22102010/?action=view&amp;current=P1200187.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%202%2018102010-22102010/P1200187.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%202%2018102010-22102010/?action=view&amp;current=P1200190.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%202%2018102010-22102010/P1200190.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last night, we did not sleep but we stay awake by talking and talking and talking till the next morning. When one by one started to sleep, left Syakir and me. We continued talking even though my eyes were almost closed. Around 8am plus, Wawa and I finally get to sleep till 10am plus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it, it's our presentation day and thanks to Mr T.V for coming late. We sure very understand your situation. 530pm home sweet home. Packed our things and byebye Temasek Green. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%202%2018102010-22102010/?action=view&amp;current=P1200200.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%202%2018102010-22102010/P1200200.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories. Class of T02. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%202%2018102010-22102010/?action=view&amp;current=P1200206.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%202%2018102010-22102010/P1200206.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%202%2018102010-22102010/?action=view&amp;current=P1200211.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%202%2018102010-22102010/P1200211.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye #04-07. You are missed and the people too. ;)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. Finally, I'm done blogging about TNS. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If only you know what I really want....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-8000443970123824083?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/8000443970123824083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-saturday-and-i-got-nothing-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/8000443970123824083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/8000443970123824083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-saturday-and-i-got-nothing-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/TNS%20week%201%2011102010-%2015102010/th_P1200084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-1342367627294502600</id><published>2010-10-26T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T00:56:25.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OkOk. I'm lazy like a bitch now. LOL. But seriously, I got no mood to update my blog because I just don't have any mood. Not today, maybe tomorrow? Who knows I might be LAZY again? LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I found my new hobby. Actually, it's not that new but kind of old hobby. I really wanted to take a beautiful photos but I know I'm lack of skills and talent. I'm not that talented but I love to take nice pictures. Pictures of people, building, scenery etc. I just wanted to do that but, I'm not up to standard. *shurugged* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the dad that we family have EOS 550D. Thanks to you,dad! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/EOS%20550D/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0070.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/EOS%20550D/IMG_0070.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/EOS%20550D/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0078.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/EOS%20550D/IMG_0078.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/EOS%20550D/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0071.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/EOS%20550D/IMG_0071.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/EOS%20550D/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0082.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/EOS%20550D/IMG_0082.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just the beginning. I still need lots of practices. I really do. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Welcome to the family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-1342367627294502600?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/1342367627294502600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/10/okok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/1342367627294502600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/1342367627294502600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/10/okok.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/EOS%20550D/th_IMG_0070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-8681867140331960624</id><published>2010-10-19T01:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T02:09:17.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TNS was fun. I'm in my apartment by the way and the time is 2:04am already. Wawa and I had a great time playing with bubble at the bath tub (turn by turn) and then we went for a cereal session together. Now, I can't sleep but I'm sleepy as usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st week of TNS was great. Lepak session after 11pm at Fazzle's and Rahman's room till 3am till the flatmate accidently lock the door from the outside. Lepaking session continue at Syakir's and Veera's apartment as well our apartment. 1st week of TNS was fun and enjoy. This week, more to project! Haya. I haven't even started to do the research thingy. So boring. Anw, I'll be back when everything is ok. Photobucket being a bitch this morning. I won't say anything about TNS cause I'll be do a lot of talking when this is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s We had sate for dinner and thanks to the malay guys who willingly ride to Changi to buy the sate for us. Getting new friends is great! =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon, Love, Linda Sanib. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Btw, I'm sick! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-8681867140331960624?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/8681867140331960624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/10/tns-was-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/8681867140331960624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/8681867140331960624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/10/tns-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-3877640309498124799</id><published>2010-10-06T16:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T17:31:20.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh! The whole body seems to have a bad cramps! I've been complaining to myself, twitter, FB and also you, number7-eleven! But despite all that, I had an awesome time with them yesterday. Thank god the weather yesterday was perfect till I get a little burnt on my face. I don't mind. I always wanted to do this kind of activities like this, but it needs money and stamina and whatever. I realised my stamina is already at 0 level. I have to regain back my stamina by jogging near the railway. I always wanted to do that but I'm lazy. So, it's my fault! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. I'll be away from next week onwards. Nope. I'm not going for a holiday but TNS. It's a CDS special course where students have to stay in an apartment for 2 weeks. I'm so excited for that. But, I haven't even know what to bring for this Monday. I can't be bother to think, wait till the last minute can? =P Monday was the briefing and there are a total of 115 students altogether and this Friday will be our very 1st lesson. Tutorial 02 here we come. Let's play hard,silent party and study smart. I just hope my group members are much more better than my Jap's group members. I can die of anger. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll be aways from 11/10/2010 till 22/10/2010. Meaning, I won't be touching or looking at my blog. You people can follow me tru Twitter. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Formula%20Drift%20Asia%202010%20Day%201-%2024042010/?action=view&amp;current=P1180286.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Formula%20Drift%20Asia%202010%20Day%201-%2024042010/P1180286.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ouh! Please don't miss me,family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-3877640309498124799?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/3877640309498124799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/10/ahh-whole-body-seems-to-have-bad-cramps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/3877640309498124799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/3877640309498124799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/10/ahh-whole-body-seems-to-have-bad-cramps.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Formula%20Drift%20Asia%202010%20Day%201-%2024042010/th_P1180286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-8317058783068773060</id><published>2010-10-02T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T22:15:22.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been opening this blog entry since 6pm and now it's 9:35pm. I don't know what to type in actually. My mind went blank and I'm started losing words and I don't know what to type in the end. The blank space are being emptied for about 3 hours and so. I either Facebook-ing, Twitter-ing or Tumbr-ing. There goes my online routine. Bored but I kind of feel happy inside. Even if friends didn't chat with me at MSN, I still feel happy in other word, I feel peace. I can do my own decent things. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People said, Facebook is getting boring and make a hu ha to delete it off but,then I still see their pathetic "what's on your mind" status. I don't find it boring but I find it interesting. I'm more interested in reading SOME "what's on your mind" status. I say some because some people just keep on updating even if they updated it almost every 1 hour. I called it pathetic. I love to read about words of wisdom. Not about love/hatred whatsoever! Plus, I love to read their silly status too. =D Some are damn cute and some are just plain lame. LOL. But I liked it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter. That's what I always do. I love to keep on track with twitter. I love and addicted to Twitter. I twitter it when I'm angry, happy, sad, overjoyed etc. You name it. Twitter can be my bestfriend but, it can't reply to what I'm saying. Unless, friends. Friends will reply to me. Sometimes, we can plan about anything on Twitter. =D I love twitter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumblr. I will 'singgah' in and see beautiful pictures. I love the phrases. I love everything in tumblr. I called this, my private space where I can reblog pictures or phrases. Noone will read it but only for those who are using Tumblr can see what I reblogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANW,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/LAN%20Gaming%2028092010/?action=view&amp;current=P1190783.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/LAN%20Gaming%2028092010/P1190783.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/LAN%20Gaming%2028092010/?action=view&amp;current=P1190788.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/LAN%20Gaming%2028092010/P1190788.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the 6 of us who are going to TNS next 2 weeks. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Monday will be our briefing in school about TNS. UhUh. School will start pretty soon for us. Ouh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPPS! 10:13pm already. Time for my TV3! Anw, Veera and I can entertained each other's nonsense. Tired but FUN! LOL. Sorry, we are spammers of the day! Chiow! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I love to disturb people. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-8317058783068773060?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/8317058783068773060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/10/ive-been-opening-this-blog-entry-since.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/8317058783068773060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/8317058783068773060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/10/ive-been-opening-this-blog-entry-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/LAN%20Gaming%2028092010/th_P1190783.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-6321919800525253170</id><published>2010-09-28T00:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T01:40:15.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to blog about my raya outing with the polymates. My dad thought that we all going for COUPLE raya outing. The way he said is like this, "Is it boy girl boy girl outing?" See, my dad is eager to get another son-in-law. LOL. Sabar menanti,daddy!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, we planned this during our YOG break meaning during our study break as well as on the exams week itself. We want our very 1st raya outing to run smoothly as planned. Well sometimes, there's a situation where you cannot control the emotions and give up. Ah, don't want to think about it anymore.Alhamdulilah, everything went smoothly on 21st September 2010 with 12 Syawal 1431H. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when I have to travel to Eunos to meet them with our rented Hyundai Trajet. All arrived already except, me who took my own sweet time to meet them. BUT, I'm the one who have to waited for them. *shurgged* LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,let's proceed with the pictures. =) Pss: When I looked at the pictures, I laughed all by myself. So cute and funny! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7321.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7321.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spaghetti time over at Fazzle's house. The 1st house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7330.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7330.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potrait 1 at Fazzle's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7331.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7331.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloopers 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7334.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7334.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloopers 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7336.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7336.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloopers 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7338.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7338.jpg" border="0"width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Eunos Link to Tampines supposingly will take like about few minutes of time if we travelled by car, but I don't know why we took like 1 hour to travel Fazzle's house to Umamah's house? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7348.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7348.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7350.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7350.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7351.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7351.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7353.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7353.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7356.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7356.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7359.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7359.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potrait 2 at Umamah's House. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7360.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7360.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7365.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7365.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached at Lily's house, everyone seems to get tired already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7366.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7366.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7371.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7371.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7372.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7372.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7376.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7376.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potrait 3 at Lily's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7378.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7378.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Pasir Ris, we had to travel all the way to the North side of Singapore. We were heading to Yishun via Seletar Road. Wawa was like counting the number of humps and the road are damn small with lots of turn here and there. Thanks for the music tho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7379.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7379.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOO. I love the light behind us. Nice! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7381.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7381.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potrait 4 at Alfa's House.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way from Yishun to Bukit Batok, Wawa blasted out David Gueta's songs and we get hyper from the back of the car while Syakir drove us like one F1 racer. Awesome but a little bit of danger. The sad part was, Alfa on the road with his bike all by himself. So, he have to focus on the road while we all getting crazy! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7389.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7389.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7392.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7392.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7393.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7393.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7394.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7394.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROSS! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7395.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7395.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7396.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7396.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7397.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7397.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7398.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7398.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7399.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7399.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7403.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7403.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPG turns! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7406.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7406.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7408.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7408.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfa all by himself. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7415.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7415.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7416.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7416.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only Malay girls in our class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7420.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7420.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potrait 5 at Syakir's House. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7423.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7423.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When PPG get CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7424.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7424.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7427.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7427.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7430.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7430.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me getting crazy!! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally exactly at 11pm, we all reached to the last house of the day. It was my house. I'm the lucky one. Hehehe. Thanks Mom and Adek for waiting patiently for my friends to come over to our house. Thank you for cooking Mee Bakso for my friends thank god, they loved it! =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7438.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7438.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7439.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7439.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potrait 6 at MY HOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7440.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7440.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7441.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7441.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7443.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7443.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Rahman's and Lily's pose and expression! So cute! =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7444.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7444.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7445.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7445.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7449.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7449.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dozing off!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 12am sharp, time to say goodbye to each other. I was damn worried for the friends who need to travel back to their own respective sides. EastSide. Thanks to Fazzle for driving the car with care even if you were sleepy. It's hard to drive when you are sleepy. Thank god, they safe and sound back to their home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Potrait before they leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_7457.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/IMG_7457.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car and Bike. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends, thanks for taking your time to come and join our very 1st raya outing together. Special thanks to Veera for coming along with your songkok, baju kurung and capal. =D Simply, I had an awesome raya outing with them. Wohoo! More raya coming up in next 2 years or more. Insyaallah. XoXo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double happiness strike when I got my results last Friday! Alhamdulilah! I passed all modules and there's a slight improvement in my GPA. Congrats to all my friends for clearing 1.2 semester. Gonna work hard for the next semester. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:34am now. Gonna hit the bed now. Goodnight. LAN game with them later on. =D (Since when I play LAN games???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wassup with the harsh statements? Don't be a sore loser can? Don't forget to say HI when you guys see us. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-6321919800525253170?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/6321919800525253170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-going-to-blog-about-my-raya-outing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/6321919800525253170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/6321919800525253170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-going-to-blog-about-my-raya-outing.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Syawal%2021092010/th_IMG_7321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-1568450370393528964</id><published>2010-09-22T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T00:38:47.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me just post some raya pictures with the family. I realised that as I grown up, lesser people will be in the photo. Unlike during my younger days as a kids. We convoyed and went to all houses but now, it become lesser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Paman for breaking up the family tie with us and esp to my mom. You are the one who at fault and because we can't help you, you ignore her and for 4 freaking years, you have ignored mom without asking her condition and you don't have any heart to come to our house. Hate my mom all you want, because my siblings and some relatives of mine hate you very much. I promised myself not to approach you when I bump into you. Test me because I'm her stubborn daughter! -.- I may be rude to my mom and I may hurt her, but I still don't like and despise people who make my mom upset. She may look happy, but I know, deep inside her heart, she still hope that one day you will come to our house. Our door still open for you,jerk! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This apply to my dad. I know,sometimes I make him angry or whatsoever, but I still want my dad to know that, I still want to protect him from any idiots who think lowly of my dad. My dad is the 3rd child and the rest of his siblings are acting like a jerk and like a bitch. They are a bunch of pretenders and liars. They will act nice infront and behind my dad's back, they will bitched about us. Test me, because I'm his stubborn and ego daughter! -.- I hate them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I have nice relatives. =( Think about it, I'm sad and I have no choice but to blog this shit. -.- All thanks to Paman beside my mom and aunties,uncles beside my dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit always happened but there's always a happy moments with my family. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our theme colour is GREEN! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/?action=view&amp;current=P1190537.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/P1190537.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family! *&lt;3*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/?action=view&amp;current=P1190539.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/P1190539.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My siblings! *&lt;3*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/?action=view&amp;current=P1190538.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/P1190538.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My precious parents! *&lt;3*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceed on with the 3rd day raya! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/?action=view&amp;current=P1190574.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/P1190574.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/?action=view&amp;current=P1190570.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/P1190570.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/?action=view&amp;current=P1190572.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/P1190572.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/?action=view&amp;current=P1190576.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/P1190576.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/?action=view&amp;current=P1190578.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/P1190578.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/?action=view&amp;current=P1190581.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/P1190581.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm from a cool family! Just look at my dad and my bro! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/?action=view&amp;current=P1190583.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/P1190583.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/?action=view&amp;current=P1190588.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/P1190588.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/?action=view&amp;current=P1190612.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/P1190612.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/?action=view&amp;current=P1190614.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/P1190614.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad! LOL. ;)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/?action=view&amp;current=P1190621.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/P1190621.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's green and pink day! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/?action=view&amp;current=P1190627.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/P1190627.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/?action=view&amp;current=P1190628.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/P1190628.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say HI to my new ring. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/?action=view&amp;current=P1190629.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/P1190629.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/?action=view&amp;current=P1190630.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/P1190630.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The HULK! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/?action=view&amp;current=P1190631.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/P1190631.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PPG?! LOL&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday babey! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/?action=view&amp;current=P1190657.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/P1190657.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/?action=view&amp;current=P1190662.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/P1190662.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all my family raya outing. Full of fun and bonding with them. Short and simple and sweet like ME but I'm not short! LOL. There's more pictures but I can only show this. I'm sorry. I also lazy o upload raya pictures on FB because it's so typical of FB users to upload raya pictures. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya with friends yesterday and it was ubber fun. I'll post and will only upload the only raya pictures on FB. Maybe private it maybe not. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouhkey dokie. Time to say goodbye. See you with more raya pictures with the polymates once I get the pictrues from Miss Lily. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'll burn you alive if you burn my heart! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-1568450370393528964?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/1568450370393528964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/09/let-me-just-post-some-raya-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/1568450370393528964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/1568450370393528964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/09/let-me-just-post-some-raya-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/th_P1190537.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-8140542954927557340</id><published>2010-09-16T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T22:02:31.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I spend my raya with family and probably with friends. I sometimes wish that I could really celebrate with someone. But again, I celebrated as a single woman for the past 2 years. I don't mind but every people have their own wish right? Hmm~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days, my family and I just stayed at home waiting for relatives to come. But until now, no one's coming. *shrugged* I don't understand some people from my dad's side. I just don't understand them. Sometimes, I hate them for being so nosy. I just regret of why they become like this. Chish. =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I karaoke-ed today till I don't have any energy to sing. This is what happened when you and your mom at home doing nothing and feels bored the whole day. But, twas fun really fun. I can sing alone while my mom in her room either watching the TV or vice versa. What about tomorrow? I got no plan but I want to stay at home with my adek and my mom. Staying home till Saturday,Sunday and Tuesday. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Lagenda Budak Setan yesterday and I cried for this movie. I cried and when I listen to the song, I still cried. I don't know but somehow, this movie have really made a great impact on me. I don't usually cried for sad movie but for this, I did. In this movie, Kasyah's dressing and his appearance really reminds me of someone I notice from far. Anw, Lagenda Budak Setan is a very awesome movie. I don't mind watching it again tho. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/?action=view&amp;current=poster-lagenda-budak-setan.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/poster-lagenda-budak-setan.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope tomorrow is not raining because my friends here are going cycling. I don't want to be that bad wishing that it will be gonna rain or what. Hehe. Have fun fellow friends. I'm going to stay at home and watch TV the whole day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, my hands are very itch to buy another rings from Diva and bangles from Talisman. I'm going to get another ring for sure. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I just hope I won't cry each time I'm about to sleep. It really hurts my eyes and my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-8140542954927557340?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/8140542954927557340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-spend-my-raya-with-family-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/8140542954927557340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/8140542954927557340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-spend-my-raya-with-family-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-2589811948435170867</id><published>2010-09-12T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T23:35:40.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gonna blog for a short while. I've been very busy lately. Been busy preparing for raya, celebrating the 1st,2nd and 3rd (which is today) days of hari raya with the family. Not to mention the collection I've recieved too. Paisey since I've grown up already. ;) But, alhamdulilah, I'm still 19 what. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Raya have just started, I would like to take this opportunity to wish all the Muslims people in Singapore a Selamat Hari Raya, Maaf Zahir Dan Batin. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/?action=view&amp;current=P1190615.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/P1190615.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly, Nur Haslinda Sanib. *&lt;3*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pss: Telesys Paper is tomorrow yaw and after tomorrow, I can continue jalan raya wihtout thinking my exam because it's gonna be over soon! Yippie! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I have a lot of relatives....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-2589811948435170867?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/2589811948435170867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/09/gonna-blog-for-short-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/2589811948435170867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/2589811948435170867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/09/gonna-blog-for-short-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Raya%202010/th_P1190615.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-5375036758555804183</id><published>2010-09-06T23:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T01:02:25.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeay! 2 papers down 1 more to go. Had Netfund and EMaths 2 just now and all I can say is that Alhamdulilah, I managed to do all the questions. I just hope I can pass these papers. Telesys, urgh, I don't know when will I start to revise all. Anywoos, raya song will be up till next week. So, enjoy ok. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iftar with friends and fantastic four last week was great tho. Let's take a look at the photo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/?action=view&amp;current=23082010220.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/23082010220.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/?action=view&amp;current=23082010222.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/23082010222.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/?action=view&amp;current=23082010224.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/23082010224.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/?action=view&amp;current=23082010225.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/23082010225.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/?action=view&amp;current=htc1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/htc1.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/?action=view&amp;current=htc2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/htc2.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/?action=view&amp;current=htc3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/htc3.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iftar with the boys over at BBQ Chicken last week. This is after our study group. Yaw. Presenting, Alfa, Fazzle and Man. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/?action=view&amp;current=30082010235.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/30082010235.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/?action=view&amp;current=htc4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/htc4.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/?action=view&amp;current=30082010240.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/30082010240.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/?action=view&amp;current=30082010241.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/30082010241.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/?action=view&amp;current=30082010242.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/30082010242.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied Fazzle to buy his baju kurung over at Geylang and it's always the four of us. Since we at Geylang, we buke-ed at Arnolds and yes, crowded as per normal. We can only get the seats at 745pm. But, it's damn worth it. The last time I had this is during my secondary 2 days. So longggg. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/?action=view&amp;current=29082010234.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/29082010234.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/?action=view&amp;current=P1190451.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/P1190451.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/?action=view&amp;current=P1190452.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/P1190452.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/?action=view&amp;current=P1190453.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/P1190453.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget my darlings Fantastic Four last last Sunday. We iftar-ed at ZAMZAM and chilled at Singapore Flyer with our chewy Junior. It was a short meetup but, nice. It's always nice to meet them. &lt;3 I want to go raya with Arm and the rest of people,please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/?action=view&amp;current=P1190473.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/P1190473.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/?action=view&amp;current=P1190475.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/P1190475.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/?action=view&amp;current=P1190476.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/P1190476.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/?action=view&amp;current=P1190477.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/P1190477.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/?action=view&amp;current=P1190498.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/P1190498.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/?action=view&amp;current=P1190500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/P1190500.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, head down to COMEX with the guys and I swear, nothing caught my eyes there. It's just IT stuffs as usual with crowded people. Nyonya and apek also want to join in the fun. Hayo. Not underestimate them lah but it's just weird having them at COMEX. LOL. So, we decided to iftar over at Bussorah St and finally we decided to try Chicken Champ restaurant. Pfft, it was not that good. Seriously, the serving's small and expensive. Our jaws dropped open never closed back. LOL. Later at night, I go back home straight. Thanks for the night,guys. -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya ouh raya. Raya ouh raya. I can feel the excitement already. I can feel like I don't have any paper to sit already. Ouh dear, left Telesys paper. Ayo. I haven't touch the lecture notes. God, help me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Gotta go now. See ya! =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I stand on my own principle. Noone can break that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-5375036758555804183?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/5375036758555804183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/09/yeay-2-papers-down-1-more-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/5375036758555804183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/5375036758555804183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/09/yeay-2-papers-down-1-more-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Iftar%202010/th_23082010220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-5036256216100777180</id><published>2010-09-02T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T00:19:06.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Raya is just around the corner. I haven't buy my baju kurung, I haven't buy my heels/pumps or whatever the name is, I haven't buy my clutch and I haven't even tidy up my room. Dangs! Ouh yeah, I need a new wallet too because, my current wallet is very very bulky now. Urgh. I'm dead. Exams in 4 days time and I'm so not prepared. Sungguh! I just hate the fact that, I'm sitting 2 papers in one day. How could they do this to us. It's bloody not fair. I cannot juggle my brain. I cannot switch my brain memory to another module in a row. How could you. TSK TSK! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 12am according to my clock and mom and adek's still busy baking kueh muih but me, I feel like not helping them at all. Shoot. I wanted to, but then I just cannot. Last year, I didn't help mom and adek baking was because, I'm working at that point of a time. This year, because of the exams. Sorry mom, adek. I will help you guys in household chores but not baking. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait for exams to be over so that I can jalan raya with my classmates. Ok,speaking of jalan raya, I don't want this plan to be screw up. I sense something is not right coming in our way. Just my stupid feeling only. I want this to go on smoothly with my classmates. People who I know and talked to. Not because I don't like other people coming to my crib but that's my rule since secondary school. I lied  to my friends before saying that, I'm not at home when they called me and saying that, they wanna come and when I asked who? They said, all the 3 classes. I was like OMG! Haha. I don't know them better don't come to my house. PERIOD. =)) I don't like my secondary school people that well. *angel smile* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of hari raya. Time to hit the book and mugging! See you and I'll update you about the iftar alright. Bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I wanna forget about you. Nomore N. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-5036256216100777180?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/5036256216100777180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/09/raya-is-just-around-corner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/5036256216100777180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/5036256216100777180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/09/raya-is-just-around-corner.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-6374351376482079342</id><published>2010-08-24T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T23:27:26.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was literally doing nothing when I login to my Photobucket and saw these photos. Pictures from my 'O' Level days till now. Let me show you this. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s62.photobucket.com/albums/h113/Linmanje/Jalan%20Raya%2006/?action=view&amp;current=IMGP1705.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h113/Linmanje/Jalan%20Raya%2006/IMGP1705.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s62.photobucket.com/albums/h113/Linmanje/?action=view&amp;current=P1080207.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h113/Linmanje/P1080207.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s62.photobucket.com/albums/h113/Linmanje/?action=view&amp;current=P1080501.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h113/Linmanje/P1080501.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 still, with a bunch of ITE friends year 1 cohort. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s62.photobucket.com/albums/h113/Linmanje/Raya%2008%205th%20day/?action=view&amp;current=P1120661.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h113/Linmanje/Raya%2008%205th%20day/P1120661.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s62.photobucket.com/albums/h113/Linmanje/?action=view&amp;current=P1130035.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h113/Linmanje/P1130035.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 with my ITE friends. As you can see, the group getting lesser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s62.photobucket.com/albums/h113/Linmanje/Raya%202009/?action=view&amp;current=P1150794.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h113/Linmanje/Raya%202009/P1150794.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009. This is where, I suggested the family to wear BLACK! Only, I know the reason why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s377.photobucket.com/albums/oo214/doverit2n/Raya101009/?action=view&amp;current=P1150964.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i377.photobucket.com/albums/oo214/doverit2n/Raya101009/P1150964.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009,with my year 2 classmates. LOL. This is when all the guys went to NS. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's gonna be for raya in 2010? We'll just see in few more weeks. Insyallah. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When the time have come, we will all gonna leave this earth one day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-6374351376482079342?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/6374351376482079342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-was-literally-doing-nothing-when-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/6374351376482079342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/6374351376482079342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-was-literally-doing-nothing-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h113/Linmanje/Jalan%20Raya%2006/th_IMGP1705.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-931780275332241079</id><published>2010-08-22T11:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T12:10:01.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/?action=view&amp;current=examTimetable.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/examTimetable.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my exam timetable. I got 2 papers on 6 Sept which is few days before raya. And 1 paper on 13 Sept which is few days after raya. My life is amazing. Soo amazing. Bleargh! Anw, wish me luck for my exams ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stay focus right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-931780275332241079?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/931780275332241079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-is-my-exam-timetable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/931780275332241079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/931780275332241079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-is-my-exam-timetable.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-683241347095222658</id><published>2010-08-16T21:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T22:18:57.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the 6th of Ramadan meaning we have been fasting for 6 days. Alhamdulilah. And today, we had our final demonstrations of our OOP project and because of this, I did not sleep until sahur just now. I get to sleep for 2 freaking hours and off to school just now. I swear, my eyes are like expanding and it's hard for me to blink. I shall get my early sleep tonight. So we are left with exams and my exams will be on 6th September and 13th September. Before and during Hari Raya. Fuh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even start my revision yet due to all the projects. Now, we are damn free to start early revision. So, friends, let's start our revision aite even if you are already in a holiday mood. =) Wishing you, my classmates all the best for your exams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Facebook is getting boring. I'm tired of seeing the same old people updating their status. They got a lot of ideas eh for this kind of thing? Hmm. I rather look at their pictures rather than their status. Some are totally, boringg~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh yeah, before I forgot, I got a pair of shades from my lovely peeps. Thank You. Even,if it's kind of late for me to post here. Hehe. I lovin it very the much. Thank you thank you. Love you guys many many. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/?action=view&amp;current=12082010150.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/12082010150.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/?action=view&amp;current=12082010151.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/12082010151.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now what? I'm bored. Alright, I shall sign out now. I'll update this when the perfect moment come and of course with pictures. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-683241347095222658?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/683241347095222658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/08/today-is-6th-of-ramadan-meaning-we-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/683241347095222658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/683241347095222658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/08/today-is-6th-of-ramadan-meaning-we-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-374896553088787196</id><published>2010-08-10T23:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T15:44:41.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the start of terawih. I decided to go after so long I never go. A lot of people and it's kind of peaceful when berjemaah. Insyaallah,I'll try and go everyday in the month of Ramadan. =) Ramadan, here we meet again and I'm so excited to be near with HIM. Alhamdulilah. I just hope, I can meet Ramadan till Syawal come. Insyaallah. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, meet my beloved Fantastic Four last Friday and we had an early dinner over at Pizza Hut at Harbour Front. It was such a nice dinner and we had a great talk and pinched each other while waiting for the pizza to come. That's Arm's favourite. Mr Pinchy. Hehe. =) Before that, sorry Sabby for stealing your photo. Credits to Sabby-Darling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m232/orangesurfee/06Aug10NDP/?action=view&amp;current=SSL23168.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m232/orangesurfee/06Aug10NDP/SSL23168.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m232/orangesurfee/06Aug10NDP/?action=view&amp;current=SSL23169.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m232/orangesurfee/06Aug10NDP/SSL23169.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sibling &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m232/orangesurfee/06Aug10NDP/?action=view&amp;current=SSL23173.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m232/orangesurfee/06Aug10NDP/SSL23173.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m232/orangesurfee/06Aug10NDP/?action=view&amp;current=SSL23175.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m232/orangesurfee/06Aug10NDP/SSL23175.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the 4 of us, have the same smile. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m232/orangesurfee/06Aug10NDP/?action=view&amp;current=SSL23181.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m232/orangesurfee/06Aug10NDP/SSL23181.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Kay-Rockett. Youngest in the group. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m232/orangesurfee/06Aug10NDP/?action=view&amp;current=SSL23180.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m232/orangesurfee/06Aug10NDP/SSL23180.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Arm! Love to pinch us! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m232/orangesurfee/06Aug10NDP/?action=view&amp;current=SSL23179.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m232/orangesurfee/06Aug10NDP/SSL23179.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Sabby! Cheerful and loves Tokio Hotel! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m232/orangesurfee/06Aug10NDP/?action=view&amp;current=SSL23177.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m232/orangesurfee/06Aug10NDP/SSL23177.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me. When come to eat, I'll always keep quiet. When they asked me,why I keep quiet? I'll answer,I'm enjoying the foods. LOL.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important part was,Arm steaalled 20M from us. That's the funny part and I love playing Monopoly Deal with them! Heheh. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday,was great too. Sent the peeps off for their KL trip and I just sent them at Kranji only since it's nearer to my house. Hehe. With their big bags,they all excited to go. Still,they hope that I can go along with them but unfortunately, my mom love me more lah. Hehe. She,doesn't want me to get injured. That's moms job right? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/?action=view&amp;current=sendem2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/sendem2.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/?action=view&amp;current=senddem3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/senddem3.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/?action=view&amp;current=sentdem1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/sentdem1.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All ready to go.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they were away, I'm with lappy doing nothing but youtube. I din't get out of my house since,I'm dead tired and I din't get to see the fireworks yesterday because I hate crowds and of course I don't like to squeeze into the train. Yikes for me. So, I spent hours on lappy and I ignored NDP. Hehe. This year,I'm not that patriotic lah. And to my suprise, dad like so eager to watch fireworks and he have to go alone with his Phantom. Emo eh dad? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,dokie, time to watch youtube. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Let's welcome Ramadan with clear mind and heart. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-374896553088787196?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/374896553088787196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/08/today-is-start-of-terawih.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/374896553088787196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/374896553088787196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/08/today-is-start-of-terawih.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m232/orangesurfee/06Aug10NDP/th_SSL23168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-5831603248110549147</id><published>2010-08-05T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T00:25:52.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back! This week will be the last week of school and next week onwards will be our 4 weeks of study break and follow by exams and after that long holiday. =) Everything is ok except for the last project which is OOP project. Lucky, Elvia wants it next next Monday since most of them are not free next week. So yeah, extra week for us to prepare everything. Report is a killer. -_- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I'm gonna be stay all alone in Singapore all along this weekends. My friends are going to KL this Saturday and some went back to their own 'kampung' too. So left me alone in Singapore. I really don't like crowds and of course watching fireworks is really not my choice. How? The answer will be staying at home spending quality time with the family. Since my mom doesn't allow me to go overseas, the friends especially Syakir and the guys will disturbed me regarding this. Booo~ I heard enough of your KL trip preparation. Haha. Whatever it is, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I hope you people will enjoy your trip to KL. Do take lots of pictures and videos and don't forget your lonely friend here(me) and of course the oleh oleh hor! ;) Take care when you are at foreign country. Please come back in ONE PIECE everyone. I love you guys. MUAKSSS. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh yeah, the reason why I update my blog is to update you people (who else read my blog beside me? Eh? Hmm) about the Paintball outing! Wee. Thanks to the owner of the camera,Lily. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached there over at 3plus pm and thought that we all late but no,there's still another group playing for their last game. The guys are very semangat you know all those who have undergo NS and have already ORD? Yeah, they wore their uniform and superly semangat kan. LOL. But, truthfully, they look damn good in their Uniform 4. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5750.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/IMG_5750.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at them. LOL. Abang abang army! I cannot carry. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5753.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/IMG_5753.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The non-uniform group. All ready to get some action! =)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we all get started, the instructor there, brief us how to use the marker and also the safety first when inside the field area. We were excited until we realised that our group have change according to the seats we seat. Like WTH? Haha. So the girls as usual have to seperate. I just like my group except for one fellow who is kind of blur? Haha. Shall not mentioned his name here lah. For those who know,I know you know je lah. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5766.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/IMG_5766.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team A. Me,Alfa,Veera and Jansher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5767.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/IMG_5767.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team B. Fazli,Wawa,Umamah and Syakir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5824.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/IMG_5824.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team C. Gavin,Junkang,Colin and Lily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5769.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/IMG_5769.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team A vs Team B!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5771.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/IMG_5771.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5778.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/IMG_5778.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The action starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5784.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/IMG_5784.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5810.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/IMG_5810.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only 3 girls over there. Always the 3 girls. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5833.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/IMG_5833.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team B vs Team C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5836.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/IMG_5836.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5841.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/IMG_5841.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5859.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/IMG_5859.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5864.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/IMG_5864.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5865.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/IMG_5865.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team A spirits. Haha. Like real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5870.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/IMG_5870.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team A vs Team C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5876.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/IMG_5876.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pose before you go to the war. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5895.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/IMG_5895.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes of break! All looked damn exhausted. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continue to our last game and this time round all the girls will be either planting the bomb or the flag. So,for me,I plant the bomb on the helicopter while the rest of the boys cover me up. Nice one. Once everything is over, the instructor decided to make the game a little bit interesting for the birthday boy. Colin Goh. Hehe. He need to plant the bomb while the rest of them shoot him. Haha. Such a PainT birthday celebration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5920.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/IMG_5920.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5923.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/IMG_5923.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All ready to attack him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5925.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/IMG_5925.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5926.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/IMG_5926.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5927.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/IMG_5927.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get out from the helicopter. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5928.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/IMG_5928.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mcm Paham. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5929.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/IMG_5929.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5931.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/IMG_5931.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's our birthday gift for you Colin. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5943.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/IMG_5943.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group photo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5945.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/IMG_5945.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5946.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/IMG_5946.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5947.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/IMG_5947.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done with bathing all went to makan and some went home and some meet friend. Blah blah blah. Left Syakir,Fazli,Lily and Colin for our dinner at Botak's Signature. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5963.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/IMG_5963.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5964.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/IMG_5964.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5965.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/IMG_5965.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5969.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/IMG_5969.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5973.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/IMG_5973.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg,I am superly had a lot of fun with my classmates. More activities like this please with cheaper price. =) I can't afford this anymore. But if can,I would love to join the club. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg,tomorrow lesson will be only 2 hours and I like waste my time go to school just for 2 hours? 9-11am? Haya. If only,Stevens don't have any lesson. I need to wake up at 6am sia. Haya. Can someone,entertain me tomorrow to kill time till 530ish?? Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to meet my Fantastic 4 tomorrow. Full strength! =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;N.♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-5831603248110549147?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/5831603248110549147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-back-this-week-will-be-last-week-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/5831603248110549147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/5831603248110549147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-back-this-week-will-be-last-week-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Paintball%2031072010/th_IMG_5750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-1070999417938531118</id><published>2010-07-31T10:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T10:53:35.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm up so early today because I don't want to miss today outing. I'm actually having a flu and sore throat and when I talked, there's no voice of mine. It hurts a lot and my nose is blocking whenever I woked up from my sleep. The feeling sucks really sucks. Maybe I'm lack of rest and this is what happened to me. Haiz. Get well soon Linda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my precious EZ-Link card and I did report it to the transitlink by calling the hotline. Luckily they terminate the card and I'll get the refund in ermm 10 working days? But yesterday afternoon, brother called me saying that,someone found the lost card already and passsed it to the business school general office. I don't know how come the card lost and how he/she found it. Monday, I shall get it back and it's such a waste that they didn't called me earlier before I went to report it. Now,I can't use the card and the card cannot be used anymore. Haiz. But anw, thanks to that he/she who found it. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin's 18th birthday yesterday, we didn't celebrate yesterday but today we will. Brought camera to school and Gavin started to take the picture of the birthday boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Colin%20Birthday%20300710/?action=view&amp;current=P1190394.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Colin%20Birthday%20300710/P1190394.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally he turnecd legal 18. The youngest boy in our class. 4 years different. I feel old. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Colin%20Birthday%20300710/?action=view&amp;current=P1190395.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Colin%20Birthday%20300710/P1190395.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Colin%20Birthday%20300710/?action=view&amp;current=P1190396.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Colin%20Birthday%20300710/P1190396.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Wawa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Colin%20Birthday%20300710/?action=view&amp;current=P1190397.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Colin%20Birthday%20300710/P1190397.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Lily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Colin%20Birthday%20300710/?action=view&amp;current=P1190398.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Colin%20Birthday%20300710/P1190398.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Colin%20Birthday%20300710/?action=view&amp;current=P1190399.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Colin%20Birthday%20300710/P1190399.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With JunKang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Colin%20Birthday%20300710/?action=view&amp;current=P1190400.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Colin%20Birthday%20300710/P1190400.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Audi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Colin%20Birthday%20300710/?action=view&amp;current=P1190401.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Colin%20Birthday%20300710/P1190401.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Rahman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Colin%20Birthday%20300710/?action=view&amp;current=P1190402.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Colin%20Birthday%20300710/P1190402.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Fazli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Colin%20Birthday%20300710/?action=view&amp;current=P1190403.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Colin%20Birthday%20300710/P1190403.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Veera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Colin%20Birthday%20300710/?action=view&amp;current=P1190413.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Colin%20Birthday%20300710/P1190413.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also be together and James Chew will always sit in the between them. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Colin%20Birthday%20300710/?action=view&amp;current=P1190416.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Colin%20Birthday%20300710/P1190416.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Colin%20Birthday%20300710/?action=view&amp;current=P1190417.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Colin%20Birthday%20300710/P1190417.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual clique.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Sabby over at usual chilling place-Starbucks at One fullerton. Ak was there with us too but, she have to leave earlier cause she need to get something. We chilled talked about our life and some drama (&lt;em&gt;well basically I don't have nothing to share with because my life is plain right now to the extend it's getting boring and boring)&lt;/em&gt; I barely can't speak on that evening. But the best part was, Sabby did called Arm while he is still working. LOL. We passed the phone to talk and like as if he's somewhere over at LA. LOL. He is so sweet because while we called him, he's preparing to photocopy his schedule for the 3 of us. After a long talked, we decided to meet on next Friday! Awesome much? Miss himm! Make it happen! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it is not the end of July, I decided to give Sabby her belated present yesterday. I just hope she like the present and sorry for the belated present. Caught up with so many things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s377.photobucket.com/albums/oo214/doverit2n/Meetup%2030072010/?action=view&amp;current=P1190419.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i377.photobucket.com/albums/oo214/doverit2n/Meetup%2030072010/P1190419.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She love orange,I know! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s377.photobucket.com/albums/oo214/doverit2n/Meetup%2030072010/?action=view&amp;current=P1190420.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i377.photobucket.com/albums/oo214/doverit2n/Meetup%2030072010/P1190420.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s377.photobucket.com/albums/oo214/doverit2n/Meetup%2030072010/?action=view&amp;current=P1190426.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i377.photobucket.com/albums/oo214/doverit2n/Meetup%2030072010/P1190426.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a long time to decide what to eat and yes,she is picky and I go with everything. LOL. She asked me and I'll asked her back. LOL. I'm not helping her at all. Cheers! We always took a long time to decide what/where to eat. Since Dover days. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok dokie. Enough for this morning. Gonna pack my bag and off to Sembawang for PaintBall! Excited excited excited! I just hope the weather is fine and the sun is good. No rain please. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Told her that I miss Dating....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-1070999417938531118?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/1070999417938531118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-up-so-early-today-because-i-dont-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/1070999417938531118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/1070999417938531118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-up-so-early-today-because-i-dont-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Colin%20Birthday%20300710/th_P1190394.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-4474436310659813790</id><published>2010-07-26T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T01:12:37.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I woked up this morning,I had a beautiful nightmare. How I wish it's real and true. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures are here thanks to Lily for the pictrues. I won't say anything. Enjoy,yaw! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5654.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/IMG_5654.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5656.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/IMG_5656.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5660.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/IMG_5660.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparations before the presentation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5666.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/IMG_5666.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5665.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/IMG_5665.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5663.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/IMG_5663.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5667.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/IMG_5667.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5662.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/IMG_5662.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All are ready to present. Looking good and nice. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5662.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/IMG_5662.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st group to present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5685.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/IMG_5685.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5696.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/IMG_5696.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5714.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/IMG_5714.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5717.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/IMG_5717.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5718.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/IMG_5718.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd group to present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5723.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/IMG_5723.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5724.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/IMG_5724.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Group the 6th group!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once all the groups have done with their presentation, Mr Steven decided to take a class photo and also, we have a suprised for the 3 July Babies. =) I love my class so much because they are the most kecoh classmates and all behaves the same way as us. I don't know why. We can joke around and have fun together. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5726.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/IMG_5726.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5728.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/IMG_5728.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5730.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/IMG_5730.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to these July Babies! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5731.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/IMG_5731.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5737.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/IMG_5737.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Boys with Steven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5732.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/IMG_5732.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5733.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/IMG_5733.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5738.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/IMG_5738.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5739.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/IMG_5739.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closest ones. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5740.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/IMG_5740.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the crazy people! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5741.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/IMG_5741.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The miangs. LOL. &lt;3&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad that everything's over. With people like them,I won't be dragging my feet to school because,school = fun. But when come to the serious part, I will drag my feet all the way to TP. Ouh yeah, I just can't wait to finish up my Japanese role-play. Alhamdulilah, all the tests I passed and I just hope when come to the actual day of role-play, it will go on smoothly. Insyallah. =) When this is over, time for OOP. Lily and I can scracth head when come to OOP. I don't even understand a thing lah. I feel like I'm not contributing much on OOP. Hmm. I need to start and call for help for OOP. Anyone?? Know how to create a JTable?? I bet noone will know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! This Friday,I'm meeting Sabrina! I miss Amrul. =( I just hope, when he's free, we all free to go out and have some fun! I miss my different parents siblings! &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Saturday tho. PaintBall with the classmates! Wohoo. I don't mind spending on it because,I always wanted to play Paintball! Thanks to the organizer who planned this. I really can't wait. *skipped around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go. Tomorrow Japanese role-play rehearsel at 11am and 6pm. Boring ke ape eh! Haiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;True friends are always there by your side. How about a true lover? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-4474436310659813790?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/4474436310659813790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-i-woked-up-this-morningi-had.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/4474436310659813790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/4474436310659813790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-i-woked-up-this-morningi-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/E-Biz%20presentation%20cum%20bday%20celebration%2023072010/th_IMG_5654.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-455078989640328492</id><published>2010-07-24T01:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T02:53:16.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TGIF! Finally, it's Saturday morning! One project down, 3 more to go. Yesterday was E-Biz final presentation and all I can say is that, we enjoyed the presentation session! Well done to my team members for putting an effort on the webpages! There are total of 30 plus .asp pages! Spent the whole 3 weeks in school doing webpages and leave the school only at 930pm. I spent a lot of kachingg for a cab fare! I just hope our group can aced it. I'm proud to be in the girls group. We can actually work together, slacked together and etc! Tapau food from Tenderbest and have our dinner outside the lab. Moments which I won't forget! Thank you, Elite Palace. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Busy%20Period%20of%202010/?action=view&amp;current=login.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Busy%20Period%20of%202010/login.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Busy%20Period%20of%202010/?action=view&amp;current=productlist.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Busy%20Period%20of%202010/productlist.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Busy%20Period%20of%202010/?action=view&amp;current=search.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Busy%20Period%20of%202010/search.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what we did every single week. Afternoon to evening to night! 3 out of 30 plus pages. Chiong like nobody bussiness can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Busy%20Period%20of%202010/?action=view&amp;current=22072010103.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Busy%20Period%20of%202010/22072010103.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapau from Tenderbest. This is what we had for dinner on Thursday. Looks like breaking fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even celebrated the July Babies. Happy 23rd Birthday to Umamah Amin. A guy who never fails to distract people. Sorry,it is come from my heart. A guy who will show a stern faces and a guy who never fails to stop talkinggg. Ouh! A guy who have bunga dari segala bunga. Haha. I do hope you will enjoy your birthday and OMG,he old alreadyyyyy. Haya! Happy birthday,Umamah Amin! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Henderson%20Waves-Kepple%20Bay%2025032010/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_4054.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Henderson%20Waves-Kepple%20Bay%2025032010/IMG_4054.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like the cake from your classmates. =)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think,I lost weight. Look at the picture above and the picture below: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/?action=view&amp;current=21072010101.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/21072010101.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at my face! Nomore chubby and my eyes! The eyes are simply ugly and and and there's a big black patchhh on my eyes. I just don't like it! I look totally shagged on the pictrues with a big eyebag!! Ayoyoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post the pictures on presentation as well as the celebration of the July Babies soon,once I get the pictures from Miss Hot Stuff. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Sabreena Flicker!! You bought your Monopoly deal and we can lepak and playy! One of my favourite card game to play besides UNO. Hehe. Miss you,honey! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop here and and and:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look at my face and guess what is my age! =D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-455078989640328492?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/455078989640328492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/07/tgif-finally-its-saturday-morning-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/455078989640328492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/455078989640328492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/07/tgif-finally-its-saturday-morning-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Busy%20Period%20of%202010/th_login.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-2456765831086060824</id><published>2010-07-14T01:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T02:07:59.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's so many things I need to tell you people. Sorry for the late updates. I don't know how many days,I never update my blog. Projects here and there like forever will never finish. Fast forward ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's welcome my new N. I called him N because of the name lah,duh. LOL. So,here my new boyfriend. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Busy%20Period%20of%202010/?action=view&amp;current=NokiaE72_1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Busy%20Period%20of%202010/NokiaE72_1.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my new boyfriend N. I bought it like 2 weeks ago and I'm so in love with him. Yes. You are right,as many have already know,I've changed my number as well. So,for those who I missed out,actually,I purposely don't want to give my new number to you,because for me,there's like no point. =) I gave those who are really closed to me and able to communicate with me. I love the colour and the features of N. Pretty! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward. I'm so gonna wish my Sabby-darling a belated 21st Birthday. SO sorry,if I wish so late over here. But for sure,I'm happy that you are happy,girl. I'm so gonna meet you soon! Missed you,honey! =) This was 7th of  July. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken's 20th birthday. We celebrated his birthday during Maths Tutorial class. We bought him a small cake for him and 3 presents for him. I just hope he will be happy sooner or later. His smile and his jokes really brings light to us! =) Happy Birthday,Ken! This was 26th of June. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Busy%20Period%20of%202010/?action=view&amp;current=28062010015.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Busy%20Period%20of%202010/28062010015.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Funny Cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Busy%20Period%20of%202010/?action=view&amp;current=28062010018.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Busy%20Period%20of%202010/28062010018.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The presents. Hope he liked it! =)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been coming home late since last 2 weeks. Took cab home for like everyday last week. Lucky there's Jun Kang who let me and Syakir tumpang all the way to Chinese Garden Mrt Station. Save time. Thanks. This is what happened,when we all stay in till 930pm for our e-biz project. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Busy%20Period%20of%202010/?action=view&amp;current=08072010058.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Busy%20Period%20of%202010/08072010058.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Busy%20Period%20of%202010/?action=view&amp;current=07072010054.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Busy%20Period%20of%202010/07072010054.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner inside the lab! Ouh,we also tapau food all the way from either Habibie or Tender Best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Busy%20Period%20of%202010/?action=view&amp;current=09072010061.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Busy%20Period%20of%202010/09072010061.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Busy%20Period%20of%202010/?action=view&amp;current=09072010062.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Busy%20Period%20of%202010/09072010062.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hallway and the blk stated above,we called Hall of Hell! Haya. We stay in all the way till night. I just can't believe that. -_-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward,last Friday was our Captain's Ball comprtition between IFC. We lose but of course we as the class had a lot of fun! Our class was the kecoh one till Steven's joined in the fun. HAHA. Ouh well,I love my class very much! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time checked,it's 2:06am already. Time to sleep. See me,updating the blog in 3 weeks time? Byeo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Busy%20Period%20of%202010/?action=view&amp;current=06072010051.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Busy%20Period%20of%202010/06072010051.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna have a short getaway before main examinations. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-2456765831086060824?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/2456765831086060824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/07/theres-so-many-things-i-need-to-tell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/2456765831086060824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/2456765831086060824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/07/theres-so-many-things-i-need-to-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Busy%20Period%20of%202010/th_NokiaE72_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-3878199057303250619</id><published>2010-07-05T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T01:15:13.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Hida%20and%20Khai%20Wedding%20130310-140310/?action=view&amp;current=P1170901.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Hida%20and%20Khai%20Wedding%20130310-140310/P1170901.jpg" border="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of ups and downs. I almost forget that,none of us here are born in a perfect way. I'm not excluded also. So,sometimes,I gave some of you a cold treatment but that doesn't mean I hate you. Realising your own mistakes is better rather than other people told you the mistakes. For me,I realised my mistakes already. Sorry for those who terase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awaken...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-3878199057303250619?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/3878199057303250619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-is-full-of-ups-and-downs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/3878199057303250619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/3878199057303250619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-is-full-of-ups-and-downs.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy133/lindaa89/Hida%20and%20Khai%20Wedding%20130310-140310/th_P1170901.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-8605209956589917390</id><published>2010-07-04T15:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T15:49:34.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ya allah,berilah hambamu ini kekuatan,mental dan physical. &lt;br /&gt;Kau berikan aku bermacam-macam dugaan dan cabaran untuk aku tempoh.&lt;br /&gt;Kau lah yang akan memberi aku kekuatan untuk menempuh segalanye.&lt;br /&gt;Ya allah,kuat kan semangat aku dan jiwe aku. &lt;br /&gt;Aku hamba yang sangat lemah. &lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah,kaulah maha pengasih dan penyayang. &lt;br /&gt;Kuatkan hati kecilku,ya allah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't dare to say anything now.&lt;br /&gt;All,I can do is to tawakal.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to be so rude but,I cannot control my anger anymore. &lt;br /&gt;I'm ego and when my ego conquer me,I will never understand ppl surround me even if they are helpless.&lt;br /&gt;All I know is to care about myself since they don't really care about me. &lt;br /&gt;Advise from me to you,atleast respect your friends if you don't want to respect yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to see my goodfriends. =( I need them. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-8605209956589917390?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/8605209956589917390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/07/ya-allahberilah-hambamu-ini.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/8605209956589917390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/8605209956589917390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/07/ya-allahberilah-hambamu-ini.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-1757242113500265084</id><published>2010-07-01T17:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T17:55:54.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in school now staying back for my e-biz webpages. I'm stress. I don't want to talk about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to blog like for sometime at the moment now due to the projecS(note tt capital S) that all the teachers shoot at us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day people! I'll be back with interesting stories. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-1757242113500265084?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/1757242113500265084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-in-school-now-staying-back-for-my-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/1757242113500265084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/1757242113500265084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-in-school-now-staying-back-for-my-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286545424954437181.post-3037719162909925593</id><published>2010-06-23T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T21:47:17.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UUUUUUHOOOO! I'm back! School have already started and I think,only RP and TP have started schooling but not the rest of the poly(s). This is soo unfair. I DID NOT enjoy my 2 weeks of term breakkk. It only break my brains only. LOL. But,I kind of miss school though because,I can walk down the aisle of the blks in my school. Ok,that's random,Linda. Back to the topic where you wanna talk about,quick! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,I got another hmm,roughly 55mins to blog,because today there's GLEE!!!! I love you Mark Sailing aka PUCK! &lt;3 Anw,pardon me with the current song aite. I kind of like with this song because it's nice and it's JPOP,babe. Linda listen to JPOP song? Unbeliveable. All thanks to Mr Kubo. LOL. Linda will never listen to JPOP. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday,got my Maths paper back. Tuesday which was yesterday got back my NetFund and OOP papers. Today,got back Telesys paper. All I can say is,Alhamdulilah,I passed all my 4 papers and I'm very satisfied with what I got. But,this is just the begining only. There's a lot more for me to study. Projects is sooooo freakking a lot! I don't know how to handle it. Lala! =( Ouh,not forgetting to my friends who passed all the subjects too. For those who don't,PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP! Learn from your mistakes and insyaallah,you can do it. Keep on trying ok. Cheer up! =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah,finally got to know who my group member for Japanese role-play. Ok lah,but but my group consist of one,one ____man. Lucky,there's Zarina for me to talk to! She can diharapkan. LOL. That ___man,I don't know if he can speak or pronounce it properly or not. I just hope,he can get and understand what we want ok! Not good. Soo not good!  Insyaallah,we can do it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off topic about school. I'm proud to say that,I've deleted most of my contacts in MSN. Big deal? Whatever. I just can't stand people who will ask me to add his freaking email add and talked for a night and dah gonee like forever. I hate this type of people. Like Veera said,they really sucking up my blood! Either female or male,both are the same. Memenuhkan tempat jee. Tak best! Totally,not my kind eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh yeah,did I mentioned about deleting my friends at FB? Yeap,I just did it yesterday and I'm proud of it. Pss,most of the friends were my secondary school friends which I don't even smile at them during those period. Ouh,what am I saying,they don't bother talking to me during that time. And adding me up just to showing off that,their number of friends have been INCREASING. Sorry,not interested! Thrash! Plus,I'm not interested in contacting my secondary school friends anymore. Except for those who reaally care about me during my hard years with you know,my bestfriends. Trying to make them happy so much,this is what I got from them. Enough is enough. I just hate my secondary school life. BORINGGGG! -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my school topic then. Nothing. Now,lab tests is coming. Arghh. Focus Linda! Ouh,I'm going to meet my 'baby' soon,this Saturday. Ok,I felt weird typing BABY out here. LOL. But 'Baby' I'm going to trasure youuu. &lt;3 Still,I felt WEIRD! EWW. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Gleeeeeee people,Glee. Talk to you soon,bloggie! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just need somebody to loveeeee! :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1286545424954437181-3037719162909925593?l=thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/feeds/3037719162909925593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/06/uuuuuuhoooo-im-back-school-have-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/3037719162909925593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1286545424954437181/posts/default/3037719162909925593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenumber7-eleven.blogspot.com/2010/06/uuuuuuhoooo-im-back-school-have-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416961200384711897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCFlps3D7k/TXIsWN2wr0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/bVVVUCd2VrU/s220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
