<?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-19856587</id><updated>2011-10-16T07:19:51.204+08:00</updated><category term='Then again'/><category term='Happy Birthday To Me'/><category term='2 in 1 17 Again.'/><category term='2'/><category term='SCHOOL SCHOOL SCHOOL D:'/><category term='Keep Twisting The Story'/><category term='This and That'/><category term='Blablabla'/><category term='The world has turned upside down.'/><category term='Kill ME'/><category term='Ah Huh'/><category term='The law has to be change'/><category term='Memories left behind'/><category term='Birthday Girl ((:'/><category term='Honest comments'/><category term='12th and 16th on 17th ;D'/><category term='New'/><category term='I&apos;m Lazy Today'/><category term='7/11/07'/><category term='LoveLove'/><category term='1'/><category term='Fuck Holidays'/><category term='3 I&apos;ll DIE'/><category term='Rainy Dayssssss'/><category term='Shitty Shit'/><category term='10 Months Anniversary To n(iza)r'/><category term='Topsy turvy'/><category term='Oooohh Boyy.'/><category term='Salam Aidilfitri to all:D'/><category term='Yay-ness :P'/><category term='Wednesday'/><category term='Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa'/><category term='Getcha Head In The Game'/><title type='text'>Izariana!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>201</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-1232111345020968700</id><published>2011-04-08T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T01:54:01.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling something like this &lt;a href="http://i655.photobucket.com/albums/uu276/sb_ashwini/angry-face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i655.photobucket.com/albums/uu276/sb_ashwini/angry-face.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.baby-pictures.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/Confused-Baby-Gir-Photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 347px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.baby-pictures.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/Confused-Baby-Gir-Photo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And a little bit of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://reinyputri.files.wordpress.com/2011/03/cute-sad-kitten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://reinyputri.files.wordpress.com/2011/03/cute-sad-kitten.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, pretty much sums it up. Have a nice night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-1232111345020968700?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/1232111345020968700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=1232111345020968700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/1232111345020968700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/1232111345020968700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-feeling-something-like-this-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-1490932118666681729</id><published>2011-03-30T02:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T02:50:22.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its about time</title><content type='html'>So, here's the thing. I'm feeling scared. My mind, heart and soul should be in it and i'm supposed to be unstoppable, but i'm just scared. When you think you can do it but on second thought, you might just fail miserably and disappoint everyone around you? Yes, that damn feeling. Even though i have everyone's support, i just think i'm not up for it yet, or ever will be. Anyway, he left at 0955 hours on the 29th March and now, i'm all alone. Okay, i'm exaggerating. I have my friends with me. Haha, but can't help but to worry for him. Nonetheless, i do hope he'll have blast of good fun there. I mean, c'mon, you get to Deep Water Solo. Damn you lah boy, i wanna go. If only i could eyh. I feel you, A.A. And A.A, cheer up. I know you'll never gonna read this but do take it as a blessing in disguise. I told my dad about you and he asked me to tell you that He loves you still and maybe instead of hurting you, He's protecting you from future mishaps in Krabi. You'll never know what He has in store for you but we hafta believe that He of all existance, knows what's best for everyone including yourself. Afterall, we're His creations. So, don't regret about it and focus on recovering soon. And then, we shall all be monsters. Haha. Sigh, i miss that boy definitely. And for his and my team's sake, yes, i'm getting serious and pushing myself hard to be up to your expectations. I'll try to reach out to your hopes on me. Till then, give me your support guys (: And dude, i freaking miss you. PLEASE REMEMBER NOT TO LOSE YOUR THINGS LAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-1490932118666681729?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/1490932118666681729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=1490932118666681729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/1490932118666681729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/1490932118666681729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-about-time.html' title='Its about time'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-5197182890701290069</id><published>2011-03-23T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T22:05:26.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blablabla~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO RIGHTS OVER ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favour, shut up can?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-5197182890701290069?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/5197182890701290069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=5197182890701290069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/5197182890701290069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/5197182890701290069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2011/03/blablabla.html' title='Blablabla~'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-5182686497230394702</id><published>2011-03-13T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T01:59:18.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>I'M SO FRIGGIN TIRED OF ALL THIS. I'M DONE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-5182686497230394702?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/5182686497230394702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=5182686497230394702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/5182686497230394702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/5182686497230394702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2011/03/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-8262960022933179999</id><published>2011-03-11T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T20:10:18.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back On</title><content type='html'>I haven't been writing on blogs. So, now i'm kinda lost where to start from.&lt;br /&gt;School? Uhhh, couldn't be any worse. Now that its holidays, i'm having fun lazing at home but at the same time i gotta go back for trainings. Its been some time and now we all have a lot to catch up back with training. They said our grades are coming out this Thursday. So, i shall see how it goes. Already expecting for the worst, but let's just hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i baked! Haha. Well, i got free time so i chose to bake Chocolate Chip Oats Cake :D Sounds delicious but only the first batch are safe. The rest are burnt. HAHA! But i like the burnt one better. Crunchy lah oi. Like dark chocolate pun ada cos its bitter. Oh well. I saved some for a few people. The good one of course.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what's next? Ohh, y'knoww, sometimes i wonder why do i get back on. Haven't i had enough? I fell and rolled down the hill into a huge pile of shit. And i want another round of it? Okay, i admit it was a blessing to be on again but the heartache? I'm not ready for another. So why rush? I know i should've give it some time before deciding. But when things are intended to happen, it happens right? Hate it when she's right. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, i just couldn't be bothered with anything or tryna be a bitch with anyone. I'm in the mood for "whatever makes you happy" cos i don't wish to entertain shits. Its stupid to choose that instead of being happy. Waste time fighting when we all could just let go and move on. I don't geddit. Then again, whatever makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-8262960022933179999?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/8262960022933179999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=8262960022933179999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/8262960022933179999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/8262960022933179999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2011/03/back-on.html' title='Back On'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-4799458191112447109</id><published>2011-01-15T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T18:00:44.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mati</title><content type='html'>Why you guys still check my blog? Dah mati lah. I very busy to update often already. If you want updates, talk to me okay? Lagi best :D Ada personal touch. HAHA. Okay bye~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, ini post untuk Shaik Zabir Bin Abdul Jaabar(there, your name is included in my next post. LOL) and Nur Syafiqah Binte Azim. Korg one of those yang paling rapat tapi tetap rely on my blog. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-4799458191112447109?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/4799458191112447109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=4799458191112447109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/4799458191112447109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/4799458191112447109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2011/01/mati.html' title='Mati'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-2578193000654892996</id><published>2010-10-21T19:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T19:59:13.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big sigh</title><content type='html'>I don't wanna end it but i feel tired. I wanna be free. Yet, i still do. I'm confused too.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just leave and have fun with them. I need you guys right now. And i should start going back to climbing once my MC is over. I miss it, it helps when you're depressed. Hehe, always got reminded by M on that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh, i feel sad and mellow. Why ah? Tak cool nye. Dah ah, nak pergi gila-gila dengan dorg. Terbiat sikit pun cantik.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-2578193000654892996?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/2578193000654892996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=2578193000654892996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/2578193000654892996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/2578193000654892996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/10/big-sigh.html' title='Big sigh'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-6342331393900830610</id><published>2010-10-07T02:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T02:28:00.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absence makes the heart grows fonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A week not seeing your face really made me forgot how much i missed you and how much i loved you. You suddenly entered my heart without me realising. I thought it would be another pass off feeling and i'll never get serious. How did you do that? I fell deeply all of a sudden neither could i let go of you. I was unsure. Unsure of how things should be and now i see clearly that i need you. You've been pampering me lately but i've been so blatant to your existence. You poured me with so much undescribable love. I wanna see your face again. But i feel scared. I wanted to avoid this feeling. I don't wanna be broken again. Please don't. I wanna but i'm still scared. Take it slow, baby. I'll need the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-6342331393900830610?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/6342331393900830610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=6342331393900830610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/6342331393900830610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/6342331393900830610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/10/absence-makes-heart-grows-fonder.html' title='Absence makes the heart grows fonder'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-7774980599645685748</id><published>2010-10-03T14:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T14:14:23.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been your mistakes all this while</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE ONLY REASON AS TO WHY HE INTERFERE WAS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GET THAT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-7774980599645685748?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/7774980599645685748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=7774980599645685748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/7774980599645685748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/7774980599645685748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/10/only-reason-as-to-why-he-interfere-was.html' title='Its been your mistakes all this while'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-8674477034634995848</id><published>2010-10-02T17:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T17:20:07.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Done and over with (Y)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sucks to know that your bestfriend despise you for the things you did to me. "Mean, he's so faggotish for asking for it after all these while". Never did i want this to come back up again. But hell, when they knew, they can't un-know. He's been your good friend for years and suddenly he's being a dear to me. I don't know what that means but having him around sure remind me of the memories we had. If you call it memories. Perhaps nightmare to you, i don't know, don't wish to know. Please be reminded that i have nothing agaisnt you, against the decision you made and i don't regret agreeing to it. And despite the fact that they are friends, the feeling sucks when they're not on your side even if it has got nothing to do with me. I do thank god that i have them too. And it just shows alot when the next person is expected to be better than you. Even after years and months with you. Damn, now i wonder what the hell was i thinking when it comes to you. Plain nothing i guess. *oops.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh by the way, 2 more things. First, he's not the only one against you in terms of this. Second, we're not enemies, just strangers. :D Good bye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-8674477034634995848?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/8674477034634995848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=8674477034634995848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/8674477034634995848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/8674477034634995848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/10/done-and-over-with-y.html' title='Done and over with (Y)'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-8856456339383787456</id><published>2010-09-19T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T23:56:16.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perasaan cintaku ini</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sesungguhnya aku berasa kerdil dalam bendung kehidupan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Janganlah mengatur kata-kata itu hingga mengguris hati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tear right at this moment. Where's my most beloved everything? Come back soon pretty please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-8856456339383787456?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/8856456339383787456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=8856456339383787456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/8856456339383787456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/8856456339383787456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/09/perasaan-cintaku-ini_19.html' title='Perasaan cintaku ini'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-9210808490077272522</id><published>2010-09-14T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T22:33:01.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matair No.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/TI-F2S1FtqI/AAAAAAAAAlY/11pSrQrXV7w/s1600/dsc00138-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516775236366087842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/TI-F2S1FtqI/AAAAAAAAAlY/11pSrQrXV7w/s200/dsc00138-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dearest &lt;strong&gt;Nur Syafiqah Bte Azim&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up baby. Don't feel so down. You know i can feel you. We shall pull each other to be happy. Set? Now, all we need to do is wait for 1am 'cause that's when our moment of solemnization begins. Hehe. With a few help of course. Hahaha. Sayang kau 5000 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-9210808490077272522?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/9210808490077272522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=9210808490077272522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/9210808490077272522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/9210808490077272522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/09/matair-no1.html' title='Matair No.1'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/TI-F2S1FtqI/AAAAAAAAAlY/11pSrQrXV7w/s72-c/dsc00138-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-7701910867124475566</id><published>2010-09-12T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T18:56:48.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resumed</title><content type='html'>Okay, back to blogging.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, exhausted, fatigue and every other similar words. You owe me one damn satisfying results, E. And i owe Syaf one damn happy celebration &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Much apologies to NH for ignoring you throughout this period of time. We suffered much, didn't we? Daaamn. And today, we're new. Very new and this first is heart-warming. You and I. I love you. XOXO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to books. Last sacrifice. Give me hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-7701910867124475566?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/7701910867124475566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=7701910867124475566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/7701910867124475566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/7701910867124475566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/09/resumed.html' title='Resumed'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-2806065859960901293</id><published>2010-07-18T14:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T14:40:10.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.atypicalva.com/images/hectic0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 556px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.atypicalva.com/images/hectic0.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Practically sums up my life at the mo. I'll be back full of life again. Wait for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-2806065859960901293?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/2806065859960901293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=2806065859960901293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/2806065859960901293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/2806065859960901293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-need-break.html' title='I need a break'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-139658945732864132</id><published>2010-06-11T19:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T19:20:25.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheesecake works</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/TBIaG_OPhJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/8MOy0CeNmDk/s1600/DSC06521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/TBIaG_OPhJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/8MOy0CeNmDk/s320/DSC06521.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481472403816023186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on a date with this girl last Wednesday. She made my day eventhough we end up being ultimately exhausted. Went climbing after that. Good friend, good mates, good CCA, what could be even better? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday dropped by ESS late at night and overnighted for camp. You knoww, its actually quite peaceful walking around the school at 4.30 in the morning. Well, i didn't get any sleep till 11am just now. HAHA! Played murderer and blackjack with my sec 4s throughout the night. LOL! That oreo cheesecake make us have ultimate sugar rush. A way to be high early in the morning eventhough it didn't last very long. Haha. Anyway, today was their POP. So, all the best(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-139658945732864132?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/139658945732864132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=139658945732864132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/139658945732864132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/139658945732864132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/06/cheesecake-works.html' title='Cheesecake works'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/TBIaG_OPhJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/8MOy0CeNmDk/s72-c/DSC06521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-2703112147618206737</id><published>2010-06-06T03:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T02:06:14.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/TAqoBUn9mII/AAAAAAAAAlA/j64_VlhawVo/s1600/syaffff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479376637319288962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/TAqoBUn9mII/AAAAAAAAAlA/j64_VlhawVo/s400/syaffff.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NUR SYAFIQAH BINTE AZIM SLEPT WHILE WEBCAMMING WITH ME! Sad or whaaat. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Can't blame her, so kesian. She's ultimately shagged. Awwww. Sayang, bagun lah. Tutup lappy kalau ye pun. I nudge and nudge still tak bangun. -.- Tidur mati macam babi. HAHAHA! Perangai Syaf. Hehehe, sayang kau. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-2703112147618206737?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/2703112147618206737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=2703112147618206737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/2703112147618206737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/2703112147618206737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/06/nur-syafiqah-binte-azim-slept-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/TAqoBUn9mII/AAAAAAAAAlA/j64_VlhawVo/s72-c/syaffff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-8209976485440426882</id><published>2010-06-06T02:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T03:22:44.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/TAqaa1WijvI/AAAAAAAAAk4/URJP46b71dg/s1600/dikir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479361682438524658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/TAqaa1WijvI/AAAAAAAAAk4/URJP46b71dg/s320/dikir.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YESTERDAY AWESOME LAH OI! :DD Okay, went Suara Serumpun with ev'one. OMG! Best best. Rombongan of 14. East Springians meet Temasekians. 'Cause I was with Ahmad Naufal &amp;amp; gang, so i combined them with my girls and my guys. ^^ I love big groups. And when we reached there, even more joined together. Whoaaaaah! Sungguh jiwe. What could be better? I have my dearests all around me literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, Syaf and Hidayah was awesome awesome! (Juara HOI!) HAHAHAHA! Okay, the guys were awesome too and they won the 2nd place. Yay Temasek Poly! :D After that, had dinner with Shaik Zabir, Khairul Nordin, Syafiq Ishak, Zainul Ariffin &amp;amp; Syazwani Bayazid. Shagged but i likeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAY TERM BREAK HAS JUST STARTED! OH MY GOSSSHHHH! HAPPY LAAAAAH! No more 4 hours sleep per day. Siapa tak suka? But still have Lab Report to be done, 2 Writing Journals and Culture shits. Not to mention CCA takes up alot of the days, but sokay, i can resume meeting "motivation". Hehe. Now i owe my lovelies a day out. Boohoo! Squeeze in my time deyy. Muhammad'Azri owes me one too okay. Get well soon, bro! All the best for tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the bomb lah. &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-8209976485440426882?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/8209976485440426882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=8209976485440426882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/8209976485440426882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/8209976485440426882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/06/super-saturday.html' title='Super Saturday'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/TAqaa1WijvI/AAAAAAAAAk4/URJP46b71dg/s72-c/dikir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-3609596133495850096</id><published>2010-05-30T00:11:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T23:14:55.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17.01.08-25.05.10</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476730529172757426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/TAFBZjnhG7I/AAAAAAAAAkw/AIshX83cjnM/s320/Picture0335.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/TAE_4R3KSOI/AAAAAAAAAkg/ndI2kstzWyw/s1600/Picture0193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476728857959221474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/TAE_4R3KSOI/AAAAAAAAAkg/ndI2kstzWyw/s320/Picture0193.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm good. All good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm strong enough to make it through^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Syafiq, Azri, Zabir; i miss my guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Study, focus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7th June cures everything, right Liana? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Motivation" :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are on my mind right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somehow, it was expected but still...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A: "It takes time. Thats all matters. Take your time (:" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, trying to get over with Principles of Inorganic Physical Chemistry _|_ Pffft! I want my sleep lah bitch. And having the anxiousness to climb. Goshhh. Someone slap me tight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-3609596133495850096?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/3609596133495850096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=3609596133495850096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/3609596133495850096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/3609596133495850096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/05/170108-250510.html' title='17.01.08-25.05.10'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/TAFBZjnhG7I/AAAAAAAAAkw/AIshX83cjnM/s72-c/Picture0335.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-6025819679697613201</id><published>2010-05-23T19:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T19:53:00.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tak awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S_kWGfnUoJI/AAAAAAAAAkI/O3EgBlaY8DQ/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474431122867003538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S_kWGfnUoJI/AAAAAAAAAkI/O3EgBlaY8DQ/s320/Untitled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took my worst 2 test while i was sick. How sucky is that? I had to squeeze out all my brain juice to cramp for BMLCS &amp;amp; PIPC. Tskk, and while doing it, i totally could not recall what i learnt and with the spinning head, i just anyhow answered. Sedih. Now its bad enough i'm sick, Khairul Nordin stole my shoebag last Thursday to avoid letting me go climbing. Boo you! Kay no, you did the right thing as a friend. HEHE. But i wanna go climbing lah ass. Okay, till today i have yet to recover from flu, cough and fever. Bleahs. Hate the sick feeling but who cares, i will still appear at the rockwall tomorrow. MUAHAHA! Like Liana said &lt;em&gt;"Kepala batu ah you!"&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHA. Thank you for taking care of me, my dear. LOL! She beats my mum, i sumpah gelek-gelek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, term test is just next week. I have not studied at all. They told me to rest during weekends. So here i am, trying to but the idea of not studying freaking scares me. Slowly, i'm reading up my notes. Pardon me guys. I'm not as bright as you guys who don't need to study as much but can still ace the test. Heee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, i miss my &lt;strong&gt;"motivation".&lt;/strong&gt; HEHEHEHE! &lt;em&gt;*winks to Liana&lt;/em&gt; :P &amp;amp; Zabir, you knew what i'm gonna say but nevertheless, i bought tickets to go dikir okay. Happy? Now you can meet me on the 5th. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahmad Naufal! Where's my Kinder Bueno?! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-6025819679697613201?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/6025819679697613201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=6025819679697613201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/6025819679697613201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/6025819679697613201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/05/tak-awesome.html' title='Tak awesome'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S_kWGfnUoJI/AAAAAAAAAkI/O3EgBlaY8DQ/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-8901515102656710318</id><published>2010-05-16T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T01:57:42.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lama-lama blog aku jadi To-do-list!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S-7bkQ6LehI/AAAAAAAAAj4/06oV-aKHehg/s1600/Picture0168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471552013362493970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S-7bkQ6LehI/AAAAAAAAAj4/06oV-aKHehg/s320/Picture0168.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S-7bj8CAYuI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Ief0KMFyldM/s1600/Picture0167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471552007758176994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S-7bj8CAYuI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Ief0KMFyldM/s320/Picture0167.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S-7bjgzau8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/-iLWuvughNo/s1600/Picture0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471552000449231810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S-7bjgzau8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/-iLWuvughNo/s320/Picture0160.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S-7bjeq8MxI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Q9PRPJmampc/s1600/Picture0177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471551999876805394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S-7bjeq8MxI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Q9PRPJmampc/s320/Picture0177.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S-7bizNAc2I/AAAAAAAAAjY/GATA7wQI_cw/s1600/Picture0178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471551988208530274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S-7bizNAc2I/AAAAAAAAAjY/GATA7wQI_cw/s320/Picture0178.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Met them last Friday. I couldn't remember when was the last time i laughed so hard till i got a stomach twist!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Been meeting Syafiq almost everyday recently. Honestly, i don't know why. Just meet-up after school and lepak/study. Having trouble coping in school and been complaining to Asyilah quite alot. *&lt;em&gt;ovalteenies!&lt;/em&gt; Choose to stop SJAB for good. If i have the time, i'll help out, just not as an officer. Climbing's been fun. Especially with my personal "motivation" ;D One of the reasons that brings me to school everyday since its on most of the days. However, been receiving the negative attraction from the instructor and he is soooo obviously targeting me as his victim now. I'm gonna suffer for P.T :'( Life's pretty chaotic right now and i'm getting worse at time management. So yes, tests &amp;amp; quizzes will never leave us alone. Apparently, so is procrastination. Very very very busy and not to mention, exhausted, to the extent that i could not even spare half an hour to do catching up with Kevin, even in school. Sad eyh? Oh well, that's life for me. (Attempting to adapt positive thinking)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-8901515102656710318?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/8901515102656710318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=8901515102656710318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/8901515102656710318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/8901515102656710318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/05/lama-lama-blog-aku-jadi-to-do-list.html' title='Lama-lama blog aku jadi To-do-list!'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S-7bkQ6LehI/AAAAAAAAAj4/06oV-aKHehg/s72-c/Picture0168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-8979276552939638006</id><published>2010-05-09T01:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T20:06:33.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time constraint</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S-Wdamc9O9I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/d_jju9BGWtw/s1600/nicer+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468950402835495890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S-Wdamc9O9I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/d_jju9BGWtw/s400/nicer+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S-WdaG2yC_I/AAAAAAAAAjI/U5MHMvKfv94/s1600/nicer+lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468950394353880050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S-WdaG2yC_I/AAAAAAAAAjI/U5MHMvKfv94/s400/nicer+lol.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S-WdZ-QkicI/AAAAAAAAAjA/wFGLfH6HQ0Q/s1600/anak+umar+haha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468950392046127554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S-WdZ-QkicI/AAAAAAAAAjA/wFGLfH6HQ0Q/s400/anak+umar+haha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wahh, these days i realised i webcam very often. Since everyone owns a laptop now, its getting fun. Hehe. Still webcamming though. HAHA. Supposedly, studying. End up seeing this bitch's face. Hehe, sayang kau lah Hidayah. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is a race against time now ): I hope i have enough for everyone. Other than that, all of us are freaking stressing out indeed. Ditching today's HQ meeting with the commissioner. Climbing on Monday, Wednesday &amp;amp; Thursday. Extra lecture on Tuesday. Tests on Wednesday, Thursday &amp;amp; Friday. Take that AS students! Fuckerrrrr. Who says you can slack in poly? Cheat my feelings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We officially have no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-8979276552939638006?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/8979276552939638006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=8979276552939638006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/8979276552939638006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/8979276552939638006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/05/time-constraint.html' title='Time constraint'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S-Wdamc9O9I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/d_jju9BGWtw/s72-c/nicer+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-2370272219243363252</id><published>2010-05-02T15:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T19:02:54.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Webcamwhore casts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S90-Ok8VP_I/AAAAAAAAAi4/1vh12HWW13o/s1600/Untitled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466593942853468146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S90-Ok8VP_I/AAAAAAAAAi4/1vh12HWW13o/s400/Untitled1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meet Khai&amp;amp;Fiq, and Iza&amp;amp;Syaf. I find this coincidence cool ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466593937466015010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S90-OQ33PSI/AAAAAAAAAiw/UjxiwzWBaFQ/s400/New+Bitmap+Image+(3).bmp" /&gt;SYAFIQ'S ASLEEP! HAHAHA! ADORABLE OI :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S90-NykyX3I/AAAAAAAAAio/HG-QQFsPURw/s1600/New+Bitmap+Image+(2).bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466593929332940658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S90-NykyX3I/AAAAAAAAAio/HG-QQFsPURw/s400/New+Bitmap+Image+(2).bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Khairul: "KORG! RAMBUT AKU BOLEH BUAT HEART SHAPE KAAAN!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S90-NblZ1fI/AAAAAAAAAig/TdV1Y-vWpQU/s1600/New+Bitmap+Image.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466593923161511410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S90-NblZ1fI/AAAAAAAAAig/TdV1Y-vWpQU/s400/New+Bitmap+Image.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's actually digging treasures in his nose! Disgusting -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nevertheless, Best night/morning ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-2370272219243363252?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/2370272219243363252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=2370272219243363252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/2370272219243363252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/2370272219243363252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/05/webcamwhore-casts.html' title='Webcamwhore casts'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S90-Ok8VP_I/AAAAAAAAAi4/1vh12HWW13o/s72-c/Untitled1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-1569161360478139211</id><published>2010-05-01T18:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T19:26:22.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.O.S!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S9wNnVl8pfI/AAAAAAAAAh4/y08wlZqqHDU/s1600/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 361px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466259017183307250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S9wNnVl8pfI/AAAAAAAAAh4/y08wlZqqHDU/s400/DSC00033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wish &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ameena Bte Jaafar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a happy 17th birthday on the 29th April, and may all her wishes come true. You're an ultimately one of the awesome girlfriends i own and i thank you for always being the one giving me reality check when it comes to talking about my life complications. You listen intensely to my rants and providing me the necessary comfort when i'm down. You're the nonsensical one among the 6 of us and always been the one making us laugh our ass off like there's no tomorrow. My dear, i hope yesterday's clique outing will cure the missing parts in your heart and assure you all of us will still be friends like how we used to, including with the guys. Doesn't matter the deal between me and him. Friends will always be friends. Even though it was a messy one yesterday and rather boring, i really hope the time spent will be one of the memorable one for you. I love you very very much. &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you guys, Khairul Nordin and Syafiq Ishak. Thank you Khairul for giving me those advices, lectures and for being the one who always makes me think the best for myself rather than always giving away happiness and gets insecure in return. Thank you Syafiq for letting me have your shoulder and comfort. For hating how the way he treats me and for being so caring towards me like you always do. I love yesterday 'cause i found true friends who will always support me and having my back through whatever. And Liana Arina, i owe you too for you have showed you care for me as well and the noon text was rather unexpected seeing that we are just newly close friends. Nonetheless, you made me feel like i already had you for more than ever. I love you, babe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm missing the 3 of you right now. &amp;amp; the rest of my friends. Hope school will cheer me up next week despite countless tests. Shitttt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, I'm currently waiting for Syaf to come over after her visiting and have dinner here since mummy has cooked before she left. Oh, parents &amp;amp; sis left for KL in the morning just now. Brother's working till night and will come back in early morning i guess. I'm left alone at home. )): No worries, going over to Syaf's after dinner for sleepovers, burning midnight oil and already planned with Khairul Nordin to webcam since Syafiq is in the same boat as me! Hehe, jiwe! But of course, Fiq's going over to Khairul's laaa. Heeeee! Gonna be the best night. Don't spoil it ahh people, that includes you guys(family) :DDDDDD Tak sabar aku. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-1569161360478139211?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/1569161360478139211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=1569161360478139211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/1569161360478139211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/1569161360478139211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/05/sos.html' title='S.O.S!'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S9wNnVl8pfI/AAAAAAAAAh4/y08wlZqqHDU/s72-c/DSC00033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-1606294480238305226</id><published>2010-04-24T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T23:20:20.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect getaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S9MJueWXoTI/AAAAAAAAAhw/IwBfpgJyeIc/s1600/fri+night+live.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463721466956063026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S9MJueWXoTI/AAAAAAAAAhw/IwBfpgJyeIc/s400/fri+night+live.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Should totally check out dearest Syafiqah's onsugar for yesterday's impromptu meet-up pictures! Super hilarious! Shahida and her dajal. Pfft. I'd post all of it up but you know i have tonnes of homework and studying to be done. I'm taking a break at the moment. That explains how i'm able to blog right now. Anyway, Hidayah came for cake session at Secret Recipe and left for work at 6.00pm ): &amp;amp; Ain unfortunately had climbing. The rest of the night was simply rewinding back to the old crazy times. One word that best describe everything and everyone is AWESOME! &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to mugging. "Sighhhhh"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-1606294480238305226?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/1606294480238305226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=1606294480238305226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/1606294480238305226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/1606294480238305226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/04/perfect-getaway.html' title='Perfect getaway'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S9MJueWXoTI/AAAAAAAAAhw/IwBfpgJyeIc/s72-c/fri+night+live.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-6645748634002766676</id><published>2010-04-20T21:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:56:31.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DashdotDash</title><content type='html'>IZARIANA says:&lt;br /&gt;-:P&lt;br /&gt;-i have my own labcoat&lt;br /&gt;-MUAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;-LOL!&lt;br /&gt;=--_ ZaBz _--= says:&lt;br /&gt;-haha..science? long time abandoned larh!&lt;br /&gt;-xD&lt;br /&gt;IZARIANA says:&lt;br /&gt;-ape? essay? humans? dah basi lahhhh&lt;br /&gt;-dgr2 kalau sakit, humanities is the cure aperrrr&lt;br /&gt;-:P&lt;br /&gt;=--_ ZaBz _--= says:&lt;br /&gt;-HAHAHA! yeah, u sure got the sarcastic part! xD good job..&lt;br /&gt;IZARIANA says:&lt;br /&gt;-wtf.&lt;br /&gt;-as if i'm the only one here&lt;br /&gt;- -.-&lt;br /&gt;=--_ ZaBz _--= says:&lt;br /&gt;-haha..&lt;br /&gt;-weirdly, sarcasm dont work on a sarcastic guy!&lt;br /&gt;IZARIANA says:&lt;br /&gt;-"weirdly" ????&lt;br /&gt;-more like OBVIOUSLY&lt;br /&gt;-ONLY YOU DONT KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;-wth am i talking about&lt;br /&gt;-k diam&lt;br /&gt;-nak pack bag&lt;br /&gt;- :D&lt;br /&gt;-pack bag lahhh seyyyy&lt;br /&gt;-hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;=--_ ZaBz _--= says:&lt;br /&gt;-hahah..yeah, go pack..&lt;br /&gt;- xD&lt;br /&gt;IZARIANA says:&lt;br /&gt;-you shuttup eh. brb. don't spam my comp&lt;br /&gt;=--_ ZaBz _--= says:&lt;br /&gt;-ouhk, wont spam..&lt;br /&gt;-promise..&lt;br /&gt;-i will not do it&lt;br /&gt;-never crossed my mind&lt;br /&gt;-how could i even think about it!&lt;br /&gt;-sheesh..&lt;br /&gt;-i dont even noe wats spam is&lt;br /&gt;-hmm..or maybe i do?&lt;br /&gt;-the point is, i wont do it..&lt;br /&gt;-spam, i think..is a bad thing to do&lt;br /&gt;-and thus, i should not do it..&lt;br /&gt;-and since u asked me not to&lt;br /&gt;- i wont&lt;br /&gt;-so i'll wait quietly&lt;br /&gt;-for u to come back to the comp&lt;br /&gt;IZARIANA says:&lt;br /&gt;- _|_&lt;br /&gt;=--_ ZaBz _--= says:&lt;br /&gt;-HAHHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STOOOOOOOOPIIIIIIIIDDDDDDDDDD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-6645748634002766676?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/6645748634002766676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=6645748634002766676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/6645748634002766676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/6645748634002766676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/04/dashdotdash.html' title='DashdotDash'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-6464070250154202451</id><published>2010-04-20T20:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:30:58.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L3 oiiiii!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S82rNWqemqI/AAAAAAAAAhg/InCCmPVNutA/s1600/AS+orientation"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462210168980675234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S82rNWqemqI/AAAAAAAAAhg/InCCmPVNutA/s400/AS+orientation" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"She's crazyyyy!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"She's sarcastic but funny!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA! So just now we had CSAS tutorial at 4pm( MEANS I STARTED SCHOOL AT 4 JUST NOW! :DD )and were supposed to give everyone 2 adjectives each to describe our classmate. I was expecting long long silence when it comes to me. However, when i stood up, Jolene started screaming that and Farah was agreeing to it so enthusiastically. Pfffft~ And Asyilah gave me the second comment which was rather true. Haha. Okay, i was speechless. Farah was bombarded with lots of adjectives. Muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been fun with outspoken and frank classmates. I love L3. &lt;em&gt;Wahhh, tiba-tiba semangat L3 ehh.&lt;/em&gt; Haha. But yeah, we have our caring moments too y'knoww. Nabilah has this hysterical laugh that'll make you laugh at her laugh. HAHA. &amp;amp; Farah was telling the class about Jasmine being super adorable. She is a very very small girl. Smaller than me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Farah: "Can i pinch your cheeks?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Jasmine: &lt;em&gt;*shove her face to Farah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL~ Anyway, i'm actually starting to read my notes. HAHA. Semangat kebabs. So much happened within that 2 hours. And before that he approached me, seeing me walking into the concourse. *&lt;em&gt;melts.&lt;/em&gt; ( pleasee, i'm just adoring him. ) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Oh oh! Attention to Zabir and Azri: I MISS YOU GUYS! )): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;K dahhh, saya mahu belajar. Feewitt! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Would it kill you to sacrifice one day today to meet me, knowing that today's the only day i'm quite free? Dammit, you can meet them everyday right? Whyyy, 'cause they hail you like no other? Wtf. Reality check, being that is NO BIG FUCKING DEAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-6464070250154202451?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/6464070250154202451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=6464070250154202451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/6464070250154202451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/6464070250154202451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/04/l3.html' title='L3 oiiiii!'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S82rNWqemqI/AAAAAAAAAhg/InCCmPVNutA/s72-c/AS+orientation' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-8293396071150804204</id><published>2010-04-14T18:17:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T00:29:43.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Who? What? Huh?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S8WdTad2uwI/AAAAAAAAAhY/n2-grvHfOR4/s1600/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459943080104213250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S8WdTad2uwI/AAAAAAAAAhY/n2-grvHfOR4/s400/DSC00011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syaf brought along her sec sch mates and i brought along mine. Mixed both together, we formed a clique of 6; Shahida, Khairul Nordin, Ahmad Naufal &amp;amp; Shahirah. Member from PHS, BMS and BIO. We never fail to meet every schooling day. Went in and leave school togethergether. Macam dah lama kenal gitu ehh! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These few weeks, blogging has been a problem for me. Just couldn't find time when i can just sit at home and rot for a moment at least. I'm ultimately worn out! But i gotta say the TP overnight Amazing Race for ASc was wawesome! Go Gustav! Pfft, i'm turning into like those maha enthu OLs! :S Came back at 7am just now and i just woke up thanks to the sleepless night with non-stop games and fun! :D We're surprised with the way we could work together! Best lah oi! Anyway, can't wait for Friday's Regatta and hopefully ASc's Cheer Team wins again! ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459941547752238626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S8Wb6OArLiI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Y0kT50e1uf0/s400/%2710+competition.jpg" /&gt;Other than that, i know that its super late to congratulate my cadets for attaining &lt;u&gt;Champion for the Nursing Cadet category &amp;amp; 3rd for Ambulance Category!&lt;/u&gt; (4th April) Nonetheless, congrats guys! You know i'm proud of you no matter how the results came out because i've seen the effort being put in from all of you. Thats all that matters knowing that you've tried your best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, I'm a member of &lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;A10L3&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and i'm loving it like shit! There's just too many jokes of the day! HAHAHA! Nabilah.. Nabilah.. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;See ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-8293396071150804204?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/8293396071150804204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=8293396071150804204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/8293396071150804204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/8293396071150804204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/04/freshies-10.html' title='&quot;Who? What? Huh?&quot;'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S8WdTad2uwI/AAAAAAAAAhY/n2-grvHfOR4/s72-c/DSC00011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-517987057746945053</id><published>2010-04-03T00:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T01:04:21.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memang gila pun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"I'll watch you first, take pictures and laugh a while before picking you up when you faint!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Zabir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- Priceless.&lt;br /&gt;Holiday's been fun. Went visiting and all. Miss cousins so much. Pictures with Sis. I'll post it up as soon as i get it from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sick for the past 2 days. Its annoying having mucus flowing down your nose every now and then. Plus, the sengau voice isn't helping. Pfft. And today i lost my voice 'cause i kept coughing. But you know what, drinking coke and eating chocolates and do whatever you're not supposed to helps to lower my body temperature from 38degrees to just 37.5. HAHA! Its incredible :D Don't blame me, Zabir taught me that. Kan kan kan? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of all these, i couldn't study 'cause i'm having massive headache as well. I missed datelines for HAP and Mstats1. Sigh. Its okay, slowly i'll catch up. Other than that, today would be my last day at work before i take my one month break. Wooo! One month lah seh. Best. Well, my purpose is to settle down with school first and adapt to the way they work at poly. When i'm stable enough with school, i'll get back to working at the same time. Farhan will miss me, eh Farhan? HEHE! I knowwww, tak perlu blg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iza: I know i hotstuff. Not that i want any of you. Its all of you want me. Hehe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Farhan: Eeeee. Cute pe budak hingus meleleh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA! F you.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday would be the Annual First Aid and Home Nursing Competition. This time, i'm not in it. I'm under logistics, helping around together with Shabana, while supporting the cadets. Awww, we're such supportive ma'ams. Heh. Its been a long time since i iron my uniform, polish my boots or actually even wearing them. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday would be my first day in school. Wish me luck! I'm a little nervous and i don't know why. Haha. I don't get enough rest. There's just something everyday. Sad or what. So, how am i suppose to get well? )): You guys don't get mad at me for this. I know those 3 names i've mentioned in this post will :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-517987057746945053?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/517987057746945053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=517987057746945053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/517987057746945053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/517987057746945053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-boyyyy.html' title='Memang gila pun!'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-7745916100479262859</id><published>2010-03-26T16:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T16:21:47.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell</title><content type='html'>Dearest Farhan always brightens up my working days. Universal Studio sounds great but with your friends, not so. Haha. I mean, i don't even know them. -.- Okay fine, i'll reconsider. And next week will be my last week of working. Hehe. You'll miss me for sure lah. No doubt, who won't miss Iza? Heh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a happy happy sicky day for me. Finally Zabir texted me and said he missed me. Awww much? HEEEE~ Sicky day because i'm sick. LOL. Thanks to my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Shahida,&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE STARTING SCHOOL PRETTY SOON! Jom jiwe-jiwe with me and go school together since we start on the 5th. Earlier than any of you. Grrrr! And babe, tell me if you've done the online ABP. I don't seem to be able to find the link :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm leaving soon. See you guys around. Will be back on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-7745916100479262859?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/7745916100479262859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=7745916100479262859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/7745916100479262859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/7745916100479262859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/03/farewell.html' title='Farewell'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-2078578363824535673</id><published>2010-03-22T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T00:11:21.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busybees</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S6ZD0TSOM0I/AAAAAAAAAhA/R-0vmViiKA0/s1600-h/complete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451118964787524418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S6ZD0TSOM0I/AAAAAAAAAhA/R-0vmViiKA0/s400/complete.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt; HONESTLY, DON'T YOU GUYS MISS THIS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A,&lt;br /&gt;Aku rindu kau laaaaa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Z,&lt;br /&gt;I want my brother, "boyfriend" &amp;amp; my texting buddy back. I miss you as much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-2078578363824535673?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/2078578363824535673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=2078578363824535673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/2078578363824535673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/2078578363824535673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/03/busybees.html' title='Busybees'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S6ZD0TSOM0I/AAAAAAAAAhA/R-0vmViiKA0/s72-c/complete.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-2113818478708041821</id><published>2010-03-21T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T19:54:19.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ShortandSweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sometimes, I wish you'd pay more attention to my&lt;br /&gt;favorite songs because the lyrics sing words I'm too scared to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/box&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-2113818478708041821?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/2113818478708041821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=2113818478708041821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/2113818478708041821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/2113818478708041821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/03/shortandsweet.html' title='ShortandSweet'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-4692930855318214845</id><published>2010-03-20T19:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T22:46:53.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn</title><content type='html'>I feel sleepy and weak. Maybe its because of the weather and this shit. No no, maybe its because of your absence. Oh well. Can't wait for my phone. It has regain consciousness according to the surgeon who had just contacted me. Hee. Unfortunately for Abang, his phone does not share the same fate as mine. It is forever gone now. He has yet to hear the news. Hehe. Anyway, I'll be back in the communication line soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for it ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-4692930855318214845?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/4692930855318214845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=4692930855318214845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/4692930855318214845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/4692930855318214845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/03/yawn.html' title='Yawn'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-3392021192097256039</id><published>2010-03-19T23:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T00:01:00.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Network Coverage</title><content type='html'>I wanna upload pictures but i don't own any SD card to put in my lappy. Neither can i bluetooth it from my phone 'cause apparently my phone decided to get sick and died. So, i sent it to the hospital and it was diagnosed to have a software corruption. Bodoh punya handphone. Therefore, don't contact me on my handphone number 'cause for sure you can't get through. HAHA. Anything, call my house phone(only if you have the number). If not, call Siti Nur Shabana. She's my secretary. HEHEHE! There's alot of other options to get through me since technology has been created and upgraded every now and then :D So, there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, its that time of the month again. I mean, for girls. You know, that sharp, torturous pain at your abdomen. All you feel like saying is "Fuck" over and over again. Grrrrr. I shall rest. Aku sayang Shabana, Azri, Hidayah, Syafiq, Zabir sebab mereka the best~ RINDU KORG LAH ;DDD Kay goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-3392021192097256039?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/3392021192097256039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=3392021192097256039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/3392021192097256039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/3392021192097256039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-network-coverage.html' title='No Network Coverage'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-3163454163685581871</id><published>2010-03-12T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T00:02:47.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S5pknvpgGqI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Xs0GR2vpjck/s1600-h/DSC06410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447777333226248866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S5pknvpgGqI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Xs0GR2vpjck/s400/DSC06410.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met this bitch here just now at noon! YAY! Finally went on a date with her. We dined in at Secret Recipe 'cause she can't pee yet. HAHAHAHA! Shabana gave her a piece of advice;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IF YOU CAN'T PEE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jump jump &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Laugh alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Walk left then right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Talk fast(like super fast)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not to stress on the issue that you can't pee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, i went to school. Okay dah, ni part dah boring. Goodnight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-3163454163685581871?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/3163454163685581871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=3163454163685581871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/3163454163685581871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/3163454163685581871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/03/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S5pknvpgGqI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Xs0GR2vpjck/s72-c/DSC06410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-7830992880429909320</id><published>2010-03-12T01:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T23:54:46.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY 20TH BIRTHDAY, MUHAMMAD AL-HAFIZH BIN HARUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU AND THANK YOU FOR ALLOWING ME TO POUR IT OUT ON YOU! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eventhough its just once in a while when we meet.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;Sedare ape, asal nak sembunyi-sembunyi kan?" Hahaha! You're the best~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-7830992880429909320?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/7830992880429909320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=7830992880429909320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/7830992880429909320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/7830992880429909320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/03/blood-blood.html' title='Blood blood'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-6060430343073721090</id><published>2010-03-11T00:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:31:17.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They're my true love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S5fT8OAB-5I/AAAAAAAAAgI/RrZV13eeIT8/s1600-h/DSC06399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S5fT8OAB-5I/AAAAAAAAAgI/RrZV13eeIT8/s200/DSC06399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447055305831742354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S5fT7q22ysI/AAAAAAAAAgA/zrbTI_prWZg/s1600-h/DSC06398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S5fT7q22ysI/AAAAAAAAAgA/zrbTI_prWZg/s200/DSC06398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447055296398019266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S5fT7IkeESI/AAAAAAAAAf4/S1BK5TwVkl0/s1600-h/DSC06397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S5fT7IkeESI/AAAAAAAAAf4/S1BK5TwVkl0/s200/DSC06397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447055287194095906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S5fT6riKmQI/AAAAAAAAAfw/UdW49Gn1NYA/s1600-h/DSC06396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S5fT6riKmQI/AAAAAAAAAfw/UdW49Gn1NYA/s200/DSC06396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447055279399803138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S5fT6GNsXjI/AAAAAAAAAfo/8o0SoAvVhJs/s1600-h/DSC06395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S5fT6GNsXjI/AAAAAAAAAfo/8o0SoAvVhJs/s200/DSC06395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447055269381824050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S5fRdGRUIxI/AAAAAAAAAfI/l9HouwU_GSQ/s1600-h/DSC06406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S5fRdGRUIxI/AAAAAAAAAfI/l9HouwU_GSQ/s200/DSC06406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447052572157551378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S5fRdsA1NRI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/jVpZW1YB4Zc/s1600-h/DSC06407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S5fRdsA1NRI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/jVpZW1YB4Zc/s200/DSC06407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447052582288962834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S5fReu5J-GI/AAAAAAAAAfY/gGR0HVKcqQ0/s1600-h/DSC06408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S5fReu5J-GI/AAAAAAAAAfY/gGR0HVKcqQ0/s200/DSC06408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447052600241944674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S5fRfEv8RfI/AAAAAAAAAfg/UAf0HcsejYg/s1600-h/DSC06409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S5fRfEv8RfI/AAAAAAAAAfg/UAf0HcsejYg/s200/DSC06409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447052606108878322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;They are the treasures that only exist in my map. I wouldn't sell this map away for a million bucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-6060430343073721090?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/6060430343073721090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=6060430343073721090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/6060430343073721090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/6060430343073721090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/03/theyre-my-true-love.html' title='They&apos;re my true love'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S5fT8OAB-5I/AAAAAAAAAgI/RrZV13eeIT8/s72-c/DSC06399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-309133587951958558</id><published>2010-03-06T00:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T00:29:32.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kalau dah taknak, lepaskan sudah!</title><content type='html'>Finally, after sucha long time, i get to meet all my girls together for dinner. COMPLETE ahhh! :DD Million thank yous to Ameena for the treat at 18 chefs. I love you girls. More updates about this next time. Today is a busy busy day and i need my beauty sleep ;) I'm extremely exhausted now. So enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-309133587951958558?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/309133587951958558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=309133587951958558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/309133587951958558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/309133587951958558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/03/kalau-dah-taknak-lepaskan-sudah.html' title='Kalau dah taknak, lepaskan sudah!'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-1759725791407624647</id><published>2010-03-04T21:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T00:08:27.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its the kinda ending you don't wanna see</title><content type='html'>i'm tired and pretty moody today. woke up feeling all shitty. just had to ask the simplest question and that brought me down fcuk it yeah. ytd i was clumsy and it sucks till they got mad at me. applause to me. i feel so annoyed. have no idea why but let's just ignore it. best, he's not with me when this happens. should've noted to myself to never ever really depends on someone i loved so much 'cause he too has a capability of breaking my heart. he's human isn't he? i feel stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-1759725791407624647?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/1759725791407624647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=1759725791407624647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/1759725791407624647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/1759725791407624647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/03/face-it-its-going-nowhere.html' title='Its the kinda ending you don&apos;t wanna see'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-4209566239857140375</id><published>2010-03-01T01:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T03:43:05.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence that cuts me to the core</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S4qo_3hBPYI/AAAAAAAAAe4/5-FwZBc3dnc/s1600-h/DSC06372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 506px; display: block; height: 116px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443348914818334082" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S4qo_3hBPYI/AAAAAAAAAe4/5-FwZBc3dnc/s320/DSC06372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yesterday took a nearby day out with Muhaimin and Zabir. Yay-ness! Met up with them at around 3+ pm. I swear they merepek to the core punye core. That's the ultimately best thing. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Min: Hello, Iza. Nak lepak tak?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iza: Mana?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Min: Tmart Mac ahh. Aku bawa physics sekali. Nak buat homework uh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iza: Okay. Kul berapa?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Min: In half hour or one hour time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iza: HAHA! You guys meet up first lah eh. Aku belum mandi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Min: AHHH! Standard ah kau!! Memang. Bila aku call je, baru kau nak mandi. Tak ada orang call kau, satu hari kau tak mandi.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. Well, i'm not denying. It was late afternoon and i was still on my bed. Honestly, when Min called i was still sleeping. Haha, anak dara tak guna :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guy: Ehhh, that baby cute sia. She looking at you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iza: Haha. Yeapp. Like me lah, cute.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guy: (silence) I think Muhaimin cuter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Min: (look at us, look down to his food) ABEHHHH!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha! Sumpah tak perlu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting them made my day, that's for sure. And i getta know guys love doodling too. Zabir and Muhaimin even compete with each other. -.- Slengerrrsssss! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I saw Liana Arina today! Yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, i'm halfway through filling up my forms. Wait, only my school shit forms. Not yet my OTC. Aiyerrr. Irritating kan? I've been at it for days. Finish already laaaa pleaseeeeee! I have an early day to start tomorrow and Tuesday. Half day off on Wednesday and then back to training. Tssssskkkkkkk! I'm worned out. I swear. See my freaking eyebags?!! Its scaring me off. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; its been a week now. Sighhhhh ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-4209566239857140375?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/4209566239857140375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=4209566239857140375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/4209566239857140375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/4209566239857140375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/03/yesterday-took-nearby-day-out-with.html' title='Silence that cuts me to the core'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S4qo_3hBPYI/AAAAAAAAAe4/5-FwZBc3dnc/s72-c/DSC06372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-981240226706548659</id><published>2010-02-27T01:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T01:53:37.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you the trap that i wanna fall into?</title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-981240226706548659?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/981240226706548659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=981240226706548659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/981240226706548659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/981240226706548659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/02/are-you-trap-that-i-wanna-fall-into.html' title='Are you the trap that i wanna fall into?'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-33716005307313119</id><published>2010-02-26T23:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T00:32:03.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, don't you break my heart slow</title><content type='html'>I had a jammed packed week "dating" Elizabeth. Monday we went bowling with Syazana and Hidayah joined for the 2nd and 3rd game. So much for being tired. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I got a strike! Whoahhhh, bangga sehh. Its been ages since i played bowling. Haaaa. I took an off day on Tuesday and back to sweating on Wednesday for training. Eeesh, i thought my burden had been lifted but after today, everything is back on. Thursday i went to watch Dear John with her. We have this habit of "separating" every couple we randomly saw. Muahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Ehhh, couple! Couple! *give me one look*&lt;br /&gt;I: Set? Amcm? Nak break?&lt;br /&gt;E: BAIK AHHHHH! Kau tolak dia kanan, aku tarik perempuan tu ke kiri.&lt;br /&gt;I: SET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfffffft. Perangai sial. HAHA. If not pulling them apart, we'll walk in between them. Like "excuse me." Tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm freaking exhausted 'cause my life has completely turned over from being all empty and dread-y to fully packed and running out of time. Dammit. Have yet to return school fees forms, skills bridging form which is due this Monday(OH SHIT), preparing for our Annual Competition both in school and HQ, planning for Muster Parade 'cause next month is our turn, check their Camp RO, and now i got myself a job and i have to get the requirements ready by Monday too! Then typhod and uniforms to be collected and trainings and oh-what-the-fuck-there's-so-many-things-going-on-that's-totally-out-of-my-hands. And yet, i'm still here, blogging. -.- Tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S4fxcd5NDkI/AAAAAAAAAeI/8-wI7HmM2Ww/s1600-h/DSC06355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442584146063724098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S4fxcd5NDkI/AAAAAAAAAeI/8-wI7HmM2Ww/s200/DSC06355.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S4fxbkmQG_I/AAAAAAAAAeA/6KwdUo3eqxg/s1600-h/DSC06354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442584130683411442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S4fxbkmQG_I/AAAAAAAAAeA/6KwdUo3eqxg/s200/DSC06354.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S4fxarPPtCI/AAAAAAAAAd4/9caBTwa8qNQ/s1600-h/DSC06352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442584115286094882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S4fxarPPtCI/AAAAAAAAAd4/9caBTwa8qNQ/s200/DSC06352.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442584095751806866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S4fxZid6H5I/AAAAAAAAAdw/taVyuT4Nkn8/s200/DSC06349.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S4fzmvq15SI/AAAAAAAAAeo/LeVXZxPz57Q/s1600-h/DSC06367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442586521657271586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S4fzmvq15SI/AAAAAAAAAeo/LeVXZxPz57Q/s200/DSC06367.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S4fzmHxQh1I/AAAAAAAAAeg/4y8bzWLCpa0/s1600-h/DSC06362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442586510946764626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S4fzmHxQh1I/AAAAAAAAAeg/4y8bzWLCpa0/s200/DSC06362.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S4fzlnCWucI/AAAAAAAAAeY/JWy5lw9zB5I/s1600-h/DSC06359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442586502160103874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S4fzlnCWucI/AAAAAAAAAeY/JWy5lw9zB5I/s200/DSC06359.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S4fzlKINIAI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/-cTF9avL-3o/s1600-h/DSC06358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442586494400012290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S4fzlKINIAI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/-cTF9avL-3o/s200/DSC06358.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Dear John" movie night&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442586530646195378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S4fznRJ9_LI/AAAAAAAAAew/FbMDMmbixHM/s200/DSC06371.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth and I planned to get the same thing since we gonna be away from each other when school starts. Sounds corny but she's my sister. I'll miss her, y'knoww. Heeeeee^^ Anyway, imma fill up my forms now. Going HQ tomorrow morning and then drop by at YJC with my girls to support their carnival and off to "photoshoot". HAHAHAHA! Yeah right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Take care all :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-33716005307313119?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/33716005307313119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=33716005307313119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/33716005307313119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/33716005307313119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/02/baby-dont-you-break-my-heart-slow.html' title='Baby, don&apos;t you break my heart slow'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S4fxcd5NDkI/AAAAAAAAAeI/8-wI7HmM2Ww/s72-c/DSC06355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-1111849492819373123</id><published>2010-02-21T20:21:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T03:36:52.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To You, remember all these?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S4EncS0W4cI/AAAAAAAAAdg/xo8-QR9omMk/s1600-h/DSC00780.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 149px; float: left; height: 197px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440673191881531842" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S4EncS0W4cI/AAAAAAAAAdg/xo8-QR9omMk/s200/DSC00780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S4EnbxHte4I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xF8bTAmHlX0/s1600-h/DSC00749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 150px; float: left; height: 198px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440673182835899266" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S4EnbxHte4I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xF8bTAmHlX0/s200/DSC00749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then, i tend to read back my old posts and start dwelling over it. Its like a home video of blissful memories. I could still remember those moments clearly. Those text messages, the way you tried to woo me in a shy, yet sweet way, those teasing in school before 17th, match-make in classes, those walk to mother tongue class with them staring at us, that outing which we purposely wear the same colour; your brown billabong shirt and my brown gio tee, that 15th birthday of mine which you presented me a huge pooh bear with your friends, our fave "Lonely September" song, how i refused to eat in front of you 'cause i don't eat like a lady, movie dates, beach walking, holding hands, piggy-backs, swimming, watching your soccer games, that just-sit-and-talk, talk about marriage, jobs, homes, children of 10, twins, triplets, our children's name that are formed by combining ours in different ways, sec 2's chalet, sec 3's chalet, waiting outside school for you to finish your prefect interview, asking you to treat me haagen dazs ice-cream, white chocolate starbucks, getting caught, sleep out, found out about you smoking, being angry at you, counting down the days for you to finish camp, counting down the days for me to finish camp and back to Singapore, crying everytime you're not with me, texting you even when we're literally together, you carrying me everytime i said i'm tired to walk, you "angry" at me when i tickled you, basketball with you, soccer with you, waiting anxiously for you to get the results of competition &amp;amp; exams, you wishing me good luck for my interviews &amp;amp; competition &amp;amp; exams etc, waiting for my call after my competition, screaming on the phone with you when i had good news, dancing a slow dance with you during prom, prom night, pull you out of the crowd that night and just simply being alone with you, having you tell me how beautiful i was during the slow dance itself, inviting me like a pure gentleman to the dance floor, as simple as leting me sit in first in the bus, opening doors for me, accompanying me by texts when i'm making my way to HQ, you picking me up after CCA, waiting for you to finish CCA, meeting you at canteen every single day without fail, waiting for you to finish art, having you making me laugh like there's no tomorrow, you teasing me and laugh at me when i did stupid things, those ascents we made, top floor blocks, your hugs from behind, recess times, straight away meet me after you had your meal when i just came back to school after 3 days, how you tried to make me feel better when i'm sick by telling me cheesy secrets of how you fell for me, morning coincident meet-ups if we reach school at the same time, you and your coffee, you stoning when something's not right, feeling helpless when i see you get angry at something 'cause you always want to be by yourself everytime this happens, having you get angry at me, calling you late at night when you wanted to sleep, you coming all the way here close to midnight just to watch me safely take in my cca uniform for ironing and leave soonafter i locked my door 'cause i was alone at home, that buffed "I love you" voice(HAHAHAHA!), that "I love you" in each text after saying what we want to, having you missing me, missing you all the time, wanting you to be by my side when i sleep and you'll reply, "I wish i could, baby. I really wish i could", you putting me to sleep through phone calls, that virtual hugs and kisses you sent at night, being jealous of you and some other girls, being jealous of you having celebrity crush Rossa, me sulking, you sulking with me at the shop itself when i called you matrep when you highlighted your hair, my attitude that you had withstand, my stubborness you dealed with, my unreasonable behaviour, you being scared when you see me cry, accompanying me when i don't wanna go home, missed your taekwando training 'cause you wanted to send me home, those walk home, asking about your ex which always pisses you off, your flying kiss, you walking pass my class and we'll give each other smiles(hee), having you say i'm your one and only, forever and ever, no other, being jealous, your pokemon, you and your guitar, your song you wrote for me, your cuddling, your cheesiness, your voice, your hugs, your kiss, your touch, your warmth, your cries, your craziness, your randomness, your love, your sensitivity, your ego, your everything. I've always love it all, despite me complaining. Every little things joined up to form my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I love you and you mean alot to me. Having you hold on to me for more than 2 years couldn't be any better. Losing you means losing a bestfriend, a brother, need not say only boyfriend. I've never loved anyone else like i loved you and i thank you for your patience with me 'cause it takes a lot for you to take it all from me, not to mention your sacrifices for me which is unbeatable. My apologies for being your worst damn thing. I miss you very very much. Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now, everything's coming to an end. I can only hope it won't stop at 25. HOPE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-1111849492819373123?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/1111849492819373123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=1111849492819373123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/1111849492819373123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/1111849492819373123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/02/flashbacks.html' title='To You, remember all these?'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S4EncS0W4cI/AAAAAAAAAdg/xo8-QR9omMk/s72-c/DSC00780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-4306800111910791370</id><published>2010-02-17T22:45:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T23:29:54.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugs&amp;Kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S3wKmBTp3EI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8KuLeaRdhHQ/s1600-h/DSC06341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439234098258893890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S3wKmBTp3EI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8KuLeaRdhHQ/s200/DSC06341.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S3wKlrQew4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/J975kneSwOw/s1600-h/DSC06340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439234092340003714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S3wKlrQew4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/J975kneSwOw/s200/DSC06340.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHA! I FIND THIS ADORABLY HILARIOUS! :DD&lt;br /&gt;By the way, she's sleeping. Not dead. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MUHAMMAD AZRI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't bother to type your full name like i always do on birthdays. Hahahaha! Too looooonnnnngggggggg. Anyway, you're 17 now. I'm so jealous, dammit! LOL. I mean, you guys grow up so fast. Hahaha. Nahh, i just feel so far behind. Macam ketinggalan. Hah. Well, thank you thank you thank you, a million times thank you for everything you've done for me, for being there for me when i needed someone the most. Like i said, its surprising on how you came along. Oh my gossshhhhh, i swear i don't know how to repay you and i feel so indebted towards you. So, on this birthday of yours, i hoped you've enjoyed the hell out and finally declare that its the best birthday ever in days to come (; Sayang kau lah seh :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NUR ULFAH FIRDAHANI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Whoaaaaahlaaaoooo. Hahaha, jealousjealous. :P Babe, seventeeeennn! Haha, its just 4 months ago you wished me 16th. LOL. I miss you very much. Go out someday okaay? Heee. Have fun in school. Don't forget me okay. Hehhh. Thanks for being my "teacher" during secondary school. Well, you can't make it anymore clearer to me. Haha, i was quite a dumbass. I love you, Ulfah. See you soon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 25TH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- TIME-OUT IN THE MOMENT.... -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, nevertheless. And as long as i know you do too, i believe everything will be fine again. I trust you in taking care of yourself. (Like stop smoking soon) (Speak for myself. Hah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Today is a fun fun day with Siti Nur Shabana :DD Awesome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-4306800111910791370?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/4306800111910791370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=4306800111910791370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/4306800111910791370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/4306800111910791370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-muhammad-azri-i-dont.html' title='Hugs&amp;Kisses'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S3wKmBTp3EI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8KuLeaRdhHQ/s72-c/DSC06341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-6010400527808403661</id><published>2010-02-16T19:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T23:08:16.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever&amp;Always-Taylor Swift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Once upon a time, I believe it was a Tuesday when I caught your eye&lt;br /&gt;And we caught onto something&lt;br /&gt;I hold onto the night, you looked me in the eye and told me you loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you just kidding?&lt;br /&gt;'cause it seems to me, this thing is breaking down&lt;br /&gt;We almost never speak&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel welcome anymore&lt;br /&gt;Baby what happened, please tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause one second it was perfect, now you're halfway out the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I stare at the phone, he still hasn't called&lt;br /&gt;And then you feel so low you cant feel nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;And you flashback to when he said forever and always&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it rains in your bedroom&lt;br /&gt;Everything is wrong&lt;br /&gt;It rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Cause I was there when you said forever and always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I out of line?&lt;br /&gt;Did I say something way too honest, made you run and hide&lt;br /&gt;Like a scared little boy&lt;br /&gt;I looked into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Thought I knew you for a minute, now I'm not so sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's everything coming down to nothing&lt;br /&gt;Here's to silence that cuts me to the core&lt;br /&gt;Where is this going? Thought I knew for a minute, but I don't anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I stare at the phone, he still hasn't called&lt;br /&gt;And then you feel so low you cant feel nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;And you flashback to when he said forever and always&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it rains in your bedroom&lt;br /&gt;Everything is wrong&lt;br /&gt;It rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;'cause I was there when you said forever and always&lt;br /&gt;You didn't mean it baby, I don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back up, baby, back up&lt;br /&gt;Did you forget everything&lt;br /&gt;Back up, baby, back up&lt;br /&gt;Did you forget everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause it rains in your bedroom&lt;br /&gt;Everything is wrong&lt;br /&gt;It rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;'cause I was there when you said forever and always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I stare at the phone, he still hasn't called&lt;br /&gt;And then you feel so low you cant feel nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;And you flashback to when we said forever and always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it rains in your bedroom&lt;br /&gt;Everything is wrong&lt;br /&gt;It rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;'cause I was there when you said forever and always&lt;br /&gt;You didn't mean it baby, you said forever and always I don't think so yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 57px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 53px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439229110913929506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S3wGDt_9ESI/AAAAAAAAAco/qZMzugQO1Ss/s200/broken%2520heart%2520quote.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-6010400527808403661?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/6010400527808403661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=6010400527808403661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/6010400527808403661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/6010400527808403661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/02/forever-swift.html' title='Forever&amp;Always-Taylor Swift'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S3wGDt_9ESI/AAAAAAAAAco/qZMzugQO1Ss/s72-c/broken%2520heart%2520quote.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-7577522785799516741</id><published>2010-02-13T20:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T23:03:56.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 57th to Abah!</title><content type='html'>Azri- "We're always here for you, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;Shabana-"Hey babe, i know you're not okay. But ermm life has to go on. You have to move on. I'm always here for you. Take care okay. I'll talk to you soon."&lt;br /&gt;Z- "It's hard for me to see you like this all the time."&lt;br /&gt;Jannah- "Come on Iza, you're stronger than this. I know you are. Show to him that you are moving on. You don't need him to give you all the happiness in the world. You're too young to be hurt. Enjoy now 'cause when you're older, things gonna be harder and thats when you actually deserved to be sad. Not now."&lt;br /&gt;S- "Kau chill aje. Takmo sedih-sedih. Buat ape nak sedih-sedih?" (HAHAHA. Typical.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS. Apologies to have worried you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who rows the same boat as me,&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up 'cause its not great to hold on to those bitter moments that made you lose your laughter. There are others around you whom you don't realise that you should've treasured them more instead. I don't mean for you to stop loving him 'cause that part in you is uneraseable. And its undeniable that you still need him with you all the time. However, when you feel tired, it doesn't kill for you to move on with life for a while, laugh your asses out with your friends who have been sticking by you all these while and just let go the issues with him for a moment. You know you needed that and you deserve it. 'Cause sometimes, it isn't your fault for the way he acted. So why must you suffer? Think of it this way, which is more worth it? Going out with your friends and have the time of your life, not worrying about a single shit or lock yourself up, thinking(just by thinking) about him that can make you cry? When you've been thinking about others and how they feel every now at then, its time you should be selfish.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've grown up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-7577522785799516741?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/7577522785799516741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=7577522785799516741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/7577522785799516741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/7577522785799516741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/02/ended.html' title='Happy 57th to Abah!'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-8906384412576080999</id><published>2010-02-08T23:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T23:03:06.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posted by Siti Nur Shabana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm at her house. So, babe, surprise me with a post. YAY! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....................................................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i go no idea what to write about actually.. she's pestering me to write about something which i dont know what to write about.. haish.. yeahh.. so she came by my house today. tak tau malu, she ask me to siap kan makanan all.. but i guess she's right.. i am the hostess pe.. she's the guess right.. and now she's rambling on some nonsensical stuffs.. yeahh,, not really listening to her.. haha.. kesian seh my friend.. but what to do.. da la i type she not reading.. furthermore, she rambling about my blinds now.. haha.. about saying its stuck.. guess she does not know how to do it.. okayy.. enough about that.. so today she came by my house.. did nothing actually.. sat around watching tv.. then use the comp for awhile then had lunch.. yeahh. nothing much.. yup yup.. so i guess i'm not suprising her kan? alaa.. nvm laa, but i really dont have anything to say..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439227740887256738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S3wEz-QJDqI/AAAAAAAAAcg/znW4cbXAuTM/s200/DSC00172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(She's a noob 'cause she doesn't know how to press the button. Don't bother explaining to her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-8906384412576080999?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/8906384412576080999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=8906384412576080999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/8906384412576080999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/8906384412576080999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/02/posted-by-siti-nur-shabana.html' title='Posted by Siti Nur Shabana'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S3wEz-QJDqI/AAAAAAAAAcg/znW4cbXAuTM/s72-c/DSC00172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-6167429502782178085</id><published>2010-02-05T22:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T00:14:35.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 17th Birthday, Syazana! I love you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S2wvTc56wJI/AAAAAAAAAcY/pTxsxjn0hlY/s1600-h/DSC06200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434770861552484498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S2wvTc56wJI/AAAAAAAAAcY/pTxsxjn0hlY/s200/DSC06200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARIANA says:&lt;br /&gt;-yeah&lt;br /&gt;-anw, i dont know what to update my blog today&lt;br /&gt;shabana says:&lt;br /&gt;-talk abt me tak go training&lt;br /&gt;-then you miss me&lt;br /&gt;-awhh&lt;br /&gt;IZARIANA says:&lt;br /&gt;- -.-&lt;br /&gt;-awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;shabana says:&lt;br /&gt;-haha&lt;br /&gt;-okay?&lt;br /&gt;-write abt that laa&lt;br /&gt;-can&lt;br /&gt;-then you talk abt your family missing me also&lt;br /&gt;-hehe&lt;br /&gt;IZARIANA says:&lt;br /&gt;-wthhhhh&lt;br /&gt;-how you know?&lt;br /&gt;-hahaha&lt;br /&gt;shabana says:&lt;br /&gt;-i just guessed&lt;br /&gt;-lol&lt;br /&gt;-i know you too well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the evidence that this girl shamelessly wants to be part in this drab blog. Tsk tsk. Oh well, i might as well take the opportunity to tell you this. I've been hiding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Siti Nur Shabana,&lt;br /&gt;You are so very loved by me. You're the bestest &lt;strike&gt;friend&lt;/strike&gt; sister that i'll treasure for as long as i live. 11 years of friendship with you has always been the enlightening journey of my life. You know me better than myself. The unimaginable confidence, trust and faith you had in me that pushes me forward in life. Without you, i'd be living as a weak, belittled young girl. He sent you to me to make me who i am and i've been thankful to Him eversince. The strength you had in yourself, the patience, the sacrifice you made to bring happiness into your loved ones, envied me the most. You've done alot for me. For listening to my barrels of rants for these past years, backing up with tonnes of comfortive consoles you had for me, being there for me anytime i needed you, be it at 2am in the morning. You picked up the call eventhough you're already asleep just to teach me some POA 'cause it was O'level and i'm still unsure of it. (tsktsk) Taking care of me when i'm sick, collecting my homework, giving me medicines, sending me home right at the doorstep. Wow! I just realised that too as i listed them down. This showed how oblivious i am to all these rightful facts. When good news striked me, you'll be happiest person on Earth knowing i'm great with life. However when its bad news, you'll be sad for me but you didn't show it 'cause you knew it won't help at all if you joined in. You cheered me up like there's no tomorrow. You're super supportive in whatever i'm doing and when something's not right with me, you would just tell me off without holding it back, making me realise my mistakes. Life-lesson learnt by me, taught by you. You're the best, bitch. I had alot of fun with you, you just made my life a whole lot colourful. Thank you very much. And for the current happening, i know its hard for you but who knows, you're better off without him? There's always a reason behind each situation that happened. Be strong and positive. I'm sure things will go your way very soon. Anyway, he's not the only fish in the pond :P THERE'S ME! HEHE. I love you very much.&lt;br /&gt;From Nur Izariana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, when you're not present for training today, it felt quite dull. I don't really feel that lively 'cause you're not there. It felt weird 'cause i'm used to being around with you. Just now made me feel lonely eventhough there's Hidayah &amp;amp; Syazana . So yes, i admit i miss you. Hehh. :P Apparently, so is my family. Especially Abah, he's been asking me what happened to you? Nowadays, you rarely stopped by here like you used to. Its so abrupt that even Abah noticed. Haha. So tomorrow lunch, join us and we shall make our way for tuition together (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To Terence Tan Wei Feng &amp;amp; Fuad Jaabar, have fun in NS. Hope you get tortured. ENJOY! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Goodnight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-6167429502782178085?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/6167429502782178085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=6167429502782178085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/6167429502782178085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/6167429502782178085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/02/11.html' title='Happy 17th Birthday, Syazana! I love you!'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S2wvTc56wJI/AAAAAAAAAcY/pTxsxjn0hlY/s72-c/DSC06200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-6961146478177936554</id><published>2010-02-04T17:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T20:34:13.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past times</title><content type='html'>I had work last Sunday and guess what time i had to wake up? 5AM!! Sheesh. 'Cause we had to be at Toa Payoh by 7.30am. Wowwwww! So we went there, had our attendance taken, briefing and collect our shirts and went our designated points. But it was worth it la. Awesome colleagues. I think there's Imran, Adam, this another guy that always talked nonsense with me and some other who i don't really remember their names. HAHA, sorry. We didn't really start work till like 12 noon. So in the meantime, this was what we did :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S2qjt2VR2hI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_1nyrQuS2C0/s1600-h/DSC06243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434335908450130450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S2qjt2VR2hI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_1nyrQuS2C0/s320/DSC06243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S2qjtK_lMBI/AAAAAAAAAbg/PCBk3r-duXo/s1600-h/DSC06242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434335896816398354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S2qjtK_lMBI/AAAAAAAAAbg/PCBk3r-duXo/s320/DSC06242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S2qjs6BxmnI/AAAAAAAAAbY/RQ1O5qWISHQ/s1600-h/DSC06241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434335892262197874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S2qjs6BxmnI/AAAAAAAAAbY/RQ1O5qWISHQ/s320/DSC06241.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S2qjsJd_aTI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/870qEwpuvCQ/s1600-h/DSC06240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 196px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434335879227205938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S2qjsJd_aTI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/870qEwpuvCQ/s320/DSC06240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S2qjrxWaEeI/AAAAAAAAAbI/rPCzVSLisUQ/s1600-h/DSC06239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434335872752947682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S2qjrxWaEeI/AAAAAAAAAbI/rPCzVSLisUQ/s320/DSC06239.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S2ql898uJDI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/_G6iBWc6ECQ/s1600-h/DSC06250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434338367215903794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S2ql898uJDI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/_G6iBWc6ECQ/s320/DSC06250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S2ql8CQntuI/AAAAAAAAAcI/2oa3haPmAv4/s1600-h/DSC06249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434338351193241314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S2ql8CQntuI/AAAAAAAAAcI/2oa3haPmAv4/s320/DSC06249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S2ql7rE31YI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Xrm_8OvBZ-E/s1600-h/DSC06248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434338344969950594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S2ql7rE31YI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Xrm_8OvBZ-E/s320/DSC06248.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S2ql68AdV2I/AAAAAAAAAb4/67iR8gb5-2I/s1600-h/DSC06247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434338332334970722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S2ql68AdV2I/AAAAAAAAAb4/67iR8gb5-2I/s320/DSC06247.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S2ql6LhAVnI/AAAAAAAAAbw/tLkXueiIOxo/s1600-h/DSC06244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434338319318144626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S2ql6LhAVnI/AAAAAAAAAbw/tLkXueiIOxo/s320/DSC06244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this moment, i'm chatting with Farah Amirah and just talk about secondary school life and the conditions of our relationships, and just talk it all out y'knoww what i mean. Well for school, all those lessons that put us to sleep. Nonsense physics lessons. Queueing up after that freaking long queue during recess just to buy one damn burger. That exact same spot on the floor with my girls. Haha. Got scoldings from teacher thanks to that Joseph Koh. I was so innocent. 'Cause my partner was a chatterbox. And that after school hang out at canteen, meet bf. Studied sometimes or rarely. Haha. Watch them play either soccer or takraw. Walk home with bf after a tiring day in school. Sleep walk home on his shoulder. LOL. I miss this. I miss friends. I miss school. A fresh new start, new beginning, new environment is getting nearer. I may not like it. The fact that i never liked changes. Sigh, i'll get used to it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another case, i talked to A on the phone for 2 freaking hours. Whoahhhh. It was nice laaa, i mean, i so totally needed that from a friend. Thanks dude. You're great :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Muhammad Nizar, be strong okay. Just hold on. It'll get better in time. I love you and I'm here for you. You're not alone, that's for sure. Baby, I miss you. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, life sucks but you just gotta suck it in, get what i mean? So enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-6961146478177936554?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/6961146478177936554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=6961146478177936554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/6961146478177936554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/6961146478177936554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/02/past-times.html' title='Past times'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S2qjt2VR2hI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_1nyrQuS2C0/s72-c/DSC06243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-6966715566566613555</id><published>2010-01-30T02:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T03:31:03.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>Okay, 2.46AM.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is freaking asleep and i feel like i'm the only one breathing. Grrrr. Can you guys wake up and entertain me?! I'm at the brink of boredom death. Omgggg. Shitty. I can't sleep. This sucks. I want to dream you knoww. Like a beautiful, wonderful dream. It helps to ease off the pain growing in me. Haha. Yeah right. Firdaus is one kind soul to chat with me right now. Well, basically we're just talking about Muhammad Nizar and just talk about stuffs like we did last Thursday. Well, that guy can really gossip like some crazy bitch. Eeeshh. And dude, start exercising. Twice per week at sports club. Must must. Your ass is heavier than mine. Sheesh! Sooooooo, i'm so dead right now. I mean, i have no one to kecoh-kecoh with. Like Abang still haven't come back yet. And Kakak is sleeping like a dead log thanks to her tiresome work today. Mama is sleeping and she still works tomorrow (or rather later) And i had training just now but still i don't feel tired. Tskkkkk. Nak tidur pun susah. Tutup mata, nanti buka balik. Irritating. Besides that, i'm feeling what i think Hamizan used to feel before. Those shit feeling like so mixed up and you don't know exactly the reason why but you know its friggin uncomfortable like something is pulling your heart down and you feel all uneasy. Then start to get annoyed over some things that doesn't really matter or even exist and then you feel sad but also mad about something. ABOUT SOMETHING 'cause you don't really know whats up. And no, its not my pms or some moodswing 'cause i just finished my period like yesterday or was it 2 days ago? So, it couldn't be it. Oh well. I shall talk non-stop with whoever or maybe on this page, that will help to bring down this feeling and kill it. Other than that, i wanna meet Norhazirah and i shall help her with school shits since we haven't been meeting and all. So yes, we shall. I went back school and they told me i got through my interview for officer course. I'm like "Alaaaaaaaah". Hahahaha. I need to learn to be enthu in these craps. Hahh, craps. Not really lah actually. But then, you guys need to start thinking/imagining/having the mindset that Iza is no longer the brown-haired girl. Wan'know why? 'Cause i doubt they let me go training course with this colour even though i did nothing to it. So i shall dye black! BLACK! HAHAHA. They said i'll look like Emily. LOL. You knowww, the strange, scary girl. Yeah, that's it. Haiyo. Some even said i'll look darker. Wth? Haha. I told Firdaus that and he gave me that look.. So yes, hopefully i pass the course and get my grade 6 officer rank and Safari uniform with heels and whatevers. And then i'll keep it in my cupboard and start using pants instead. Yeah, pants. Haha. Abah's dragging me to badminton training and he wants me to represent at least SIA. Lol?? Oh well, at least it keeps me busy rather than just stay at home and rot and rot non-stop. HAHA. Rot but still hot, right Firman? Haaaa. So, what else have i not mention? Hmmmm, oh yes! Poly in 2 months or less. I'm glad to have Shahida as my 7 years classmate since sec 1. So we just live up to that okay babe? At least we stick. Haha. Abang's back. So you can roughly gauge how long i took typing this post. Or maybe you can just count from the time i noted down at the starting of this post till the time thats being put up at the end or something. Haaa, if you have no life lah, like me. :D So he came back, and i'm in his room and guessed what he just did? He pushed his head against my tummy while i'm lying down. Giler. -.- He smelled of smokes, so it should be him then. Haha, cos i smelled that smell at our front porch. And now, he's playing with his razor blade like some deprived kid aged 21. Waahhh, oldies. I just realised as i type. Haha. Now i think i feel better. Haha. So i can stop anytime soon and layan that asshole instead. You know, the guy named Fsomething. Haha. Ohh before that, i taught James Physics and Maths and he understood. He said i'm a better teacher than Shabana. Isn't that awesome? Haha. I feel so proud. Yay me! 'Cause you see, i suck at teaching but just now i get to know that he said i can be a teacher. WOOOOO! Big compliments. Hehe. Member dah kembang. Okay lahhh, that ass wants to read this post. He's been waiting and waiting and i don't know why he wants to read it so much. LOL. Its really nothing, you see. Weirdo. Okay, good morning to all of you. And i miss Muhammad Nizar dearly. Even though he sucks at times, still my boyfriend whaat. Can't fight that. Haha. Okay, i love Muhammad Nizar. Let's ask him if he loves me? HAHA. Kay bye (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.30AM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-6966715566566613555?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/6966715566566613555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=6966715566566613555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/6966715566566613555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/6966715566566613555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/01/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-4098832887144511656</id><published>2010-01-29T23:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T00:18:51.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happily pissed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S2MEK2Ibc_I/AAAAAAAAAbA/DZuBhp36Kd0/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 521px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432190159915021298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S2MEK2Ibc_I/AAAAAAAAAbA/DZuBhp36Kd0/s400/Image036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'M SO DEPRESSED!&lt;br /&gt;TSKKKKKKKKKKK!&lt;br /&gt;I feel like posting a rude, harsh, disrespectful, full of agitation complaints about you. But to think of it, its complaints. So i shall stop whining. But i can't deny the fact that i'm exhausted trying to keep up with that hugenormous-headed attitude of yours that is putting me waaaaay above my line. So to you, just shut up. I'm no longer afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hearing that the guys actually went cycling last Wednesday in the east, i miss cycling with my 2 babes. We used to do it at least twice a week. And and we even have the habit of cycling with similar bicycles. That's just how we work. It was awesome and i truly truly miss the racing we had and that formation we kept doing. It was sooooo macam faham, step macam pro cyclers. Haha. Stuuupidddd. But at the end of the day, we can't stop but to grumble about the journey back 'cause we were so confident of going to the further places that we didn't realise we have to cycle the same way back home. LOL. I shall repeat, stuuuupiddddd! Haha. Despite whatever, let's do it again, please-oh-please. I had so much fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, how should i end this post?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-4098832887144511656?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/4098832887144511656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=4098832887144511656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/4098832887144511656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/4098832887144511656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/01/happily-pissed.html' title='Happily pissed'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S2MEK2Ibc_I/AAAAAAAAAbA/DZuBhp36Kd0/s72-c/Image036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-762950587461062600</id><published>2010-01-28T22:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T22:27:26.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superstars</title><content type='html'>What's with guys being able to bring you high up, making you happy and all in a moment then crush it all down again in the next? Isn't it annoying, girls? Hmph. Let's just assume that for now i don't have a boyfriend. I've been hurt too much and you're back just to do more. Tskkkk. Sometimes, just sometimes, it should be about me. Oh! Righttttt, you don't listen. Blame me 'cause you don't know anything about me. Good. Hmph! On the other hand, checking-in to my happy mode, i've been in love with this guy! ;DD Anyone realised? Oh wait, Amirah does! We always talked about this handsome creature in class. :DDDD Delicious juicy gossips! HOTTTTTTTTT! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 373px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431798932322853746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S2GgWZxzI3I/AAAAAAAAAag/T4uqrrA1lOA/s320/david_henrie_1936018.jpg" /&gt;Its so unfair how purely hotstuff living-breathing creature like him exists! Grrrrrr! Can you please fly down to Singapore 'cause you know your heart yearns for a girl named Nur Izariana! HEHEHEHEHE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meanwhile, back to "reality", &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431803476965361010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S2Gke75AhXI/AAAAAAAAAao/JshGV83daWU/s320/hadymirzasz7.jpg" /&gt;HAPPY 30TH BIRTHDAY, MUHAMMAD MIRZAHADY BIN AMIR! Can you come find me and be my husband? LOL!! Age is just a number. Be my brother-brother? Yes? Return to TP and i can meet youuuuuuu! Yay! I'll be one happy soul if its true!!!! :DD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I gotta stop living in fantasy. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-762950587461062600?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/762950587461062600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=762950587461062600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/762950587461062600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/762950587461062600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/01/pretence.html' title='Superstars'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S2GgWZxzI3I/AAAAAAAAAag/T4uqrrA1lOA/s72-c/david_henrie_1936018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-4433360407443288829</id><published>2010-01-20T14:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T15:03:20.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1418's Twist-er</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 409px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428709251484278322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S1amTTuY3jI/AAAAAAAAAaY/NxL5Awlok2M/s320/DSC62362.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S1amGHm2I4I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ynTQrSG63BA/s1600-h/DSC06236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 410px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428709024893117314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S1amGHm2I4I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ynTQrSG63BA/s320/DSC06236.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Back from chalet &amp;amp; i'm ultimately exhausted. Thank you to those who came, fire up the situation and left me smiling through the 2 sleepless nights. Midnight movie of Daybreaker on 2nd night was awesome. The random random effects so tak perlu. ANDAND IT WAS MY FIRST NC 16 MOVIE! NC 16 was soooooo last season; you're outdated, girl. -.- Muhammad Nizar was so sarcastic when i went excited, shouting that fact at midnight. "WAH! REALLY? CONGRATULATIONS!" Grrrrr. Alot more came at night and they added in the fun. Wheeeeee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superb friends i have❤What could be better?&lt;br /&gt;Just don't break apart in times to come )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-4433360407443288829?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/4433360407443288829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=4433360407443288829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/4433360407443288829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/4433360407443288829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/01/twist-er.html' title='1418&apos;s Twist-er'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S1amTTuY3jI/AAAAAAAAAaY/NxL5Awlok2M/s72-c/DSC62362.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-5435798797538961467</id><published>2010-01-17T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:47:03.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Replay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427702131283523810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S1MSVMnI-OI/AAAAAAAAAaA/rNl5y5T6LdM/s320/ECP+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Happy 2nd Anniversary! You know i love you &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427703745597485282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S1MTzKZlMOI/AAAAAAAAAaI/caOv9G7G6wY/s320/DSC06226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OOOOH! I met her yesterday! Hee^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-5435798797538961467?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/5435798797538961467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=5435798797538961467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/5435798797538961467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/5435798797538961467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/01/replay.html' title='Replay'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S1MSVMnI-OI/AAAAAAAAAaA/rNl5y5T6LdM/s72-c/ECP+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-2461989573816449699</id><published>2010-01-15T23:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:53:05.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decency</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S1CJpUQS6zI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/plY10ZLyXvA/s1600-h/ECP+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 463px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426988893886147378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S1CJpUQS6zI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/plY10ZLyXvA/s320/ECP+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, now my blog looks quite decent. Haha. Better :D&lt;br /&gt;So its plain, my blog, my pasal ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving tuitions! Oh myyyy! Sekali aper merepek aku ajar orang, mati dorg fail O level. LOL! Yes, i'm teaching those taking O level this year. Isn't it risky, Iza?&lt;br /&gt;Whoooooo~ Dieeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shabana, you hafta promise me that we'll meet thrice per week when school starts. 'Cause for sure, like 100% sure, we'll be in different schools. Oh my goshhh! Its even weirder for me to enter school without you! Even wayyyyy wayyyy weirder! C'mon, since i first entered primary school, i know you were there. Now poly, no you, how strange can i feel? Eeeesssshhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Su'aibah's excited for school because of SP's awesome food court. HAHAHA! She just cannot be separated from food laa. Her nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH! I hogged boyfriend this week again! YAYE! Well, except for yesterday because of me! Oh my goooddddd! You guys just would not believe it if i said i stood him up. Okay, i went to school yesterday to meet Ms Sakinah for advices on poly courses. I told him to pick me up at 4 plus. It totally slipped off my mind to tell him that Shabana was late, so the appointment was pushed to 4.15pm when initially, it was 3.00pm. Oh boyyyy, he waited for quite some time outside school for me. Texted me and i did not reply. I swear i could not feel the vibration. Thick skin betul. By the time i realised, he was already making his way home. Gaawwdd, so kesian. Busted sehh aku. He went all the way here to have precious time, instead it was wasted thanks to me! Whoah, i tell you, the guilt took the whole of me after that. But you knoww, Shabana has this willpower to make me go crazy even when something isn't in it's rightful place. Haaaaaaaaahaaaaaaa. Okay, i'm sorry boyfriend. Really am. I didn't mean for it to be revenge. On the bright side, eventhough it was unintentionally, we're even now 'cause last Sunday you totally forgot me meet me! LOL! Cute or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I: You still searching for present?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bf: Not anymore. Buy already.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I: Okay, you forgot to meet me today..?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bf: Shit. Yaaaahh. So sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and he kept apologising after that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, cute laaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to re-study now.&lt;br /&gt;If not, they'll learn pure nonsense from me.&lt;br /&gt;Tak pasal2 kalau fail, aku kene.&lt;br /&gt;Kalau free takpe, ni bayar.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-2461989573816449699?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/2461989573816449699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=2461989573816449699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/2461989573816449699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/2461989573816449699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/01/decency.html' title='Decency'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S1CJpUQS6zI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/plY10ZLyXvA/s72-c/ECP+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-3475222893280894486</id><published>2010-01-12T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T00:01:38.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleventh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Result disappoints me a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yet again, I shall be happy still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So whatevs~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;See you guys around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-3475222893280894486?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/3475222893280894486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=3475222893280894486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/3475222893280894486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/3475222893280894486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/01/result-disappoints-me-little.html' title='Eleventh'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-3947833400368319278</id><published>2010-01-10T00:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T23:27:12.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY, SHAIK ZABIR BIN JABBAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent him this on MSN since we were already chatting : ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OI ASSHOLE! Happy happy happy 17th birthday! I always find it weird that we are all turning 17. I mean, its fine if you get into poly first then turn 17. But you haven't even have any school, and you're 17. LOL. Makes you sound sooooooo old. Hehehe. When's your marriage? haha, near 20 alr. Must get to know some girls. Heh. I know you won't be able to enjoy much today, but just have fun la. Forget about results first. (;&lt;br /&gt;And and, when you get license, must make me the first girl for you to drive with hor :D&lt;br /&gt;And and, i don't know how you going to keep this bday msg, but you hafta keep it!&lt;br /&gt;Aaha, now you a year older than me, must act more mature than me tauu, which should be easy lah, cos i know i damn immature.&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;Cannot beat girls at games anymore ah. Must be gentleman. Accept defeat&lt;br /&gt;And and, thank you for being sucha irritating, annoying, cheeky, supportive, caring OLDer brother&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see you get even older.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your day!&lt;br /&gt;tc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound so macam faham. Padahal yang lagi tua dia. Bukan aku. Abeh step kasi advice. Orang baru masuk 16, dia dah 17. Sungguh tak fair.&lt;br /&gt;He told me he saved the message. Okay lor, good lahh. Haha. Oh oh! I'm the 1st to wish! Yay me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, all the best for results on Monday. (which is tomorrow, people!!) I don't think i can sleep.&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/19856587-3947833400368319278?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/3947833400368319278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=3947833400368319278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/3947833400368319278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/3947833400368319278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-17th-birthday-shaik-zabir-bin.html' title='Birthday Man'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-8793750901335769463</id><published>2010-01-09T22:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T00:02:31.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halved</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S0iZau8WTAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/6M00yyv7yJM/s1600-h/9922_171920995928_546280928_2640310_7369600_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424754435724561410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S0iZau8WTAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/6M00yyv7yJM/s320/9922_171920995928_546280928_2640310_7369600_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE IDEA OF BEING IN DIFFERENT SCHOOLS WITH DEAREST FRIENDS FREAKS ME OUT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It leaves us with Monday to be in the same uniform, same school, same people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thereafter, i have no idea what's gonna happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not having my girls, the guys, and dearest boyfriend with me throughout; JUST ISN'T THE SAME ANYMORE. Get me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's hope we get into the same school. All of us. Haha, is that possible?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; boyfriend, you must must must go to the same school as me. Unless i get into ITE, that's an exception. Because, i'm afraid of new school. I'm so used to having you with me since i first stepped into secondary school. I'm just scared. I've totally forgotten about all the planings i made for my future life, just thinking about Monday. LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But whatever J said was right. The results are already out, there's no way we can do any changes. There shouldn't be any regret. Even if there is, what's the point? We can only hope for the best. I think you guys will do well. I think i'll flop right down into the drain. Confidence level? 0%. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta stop psycho-ing myself. I'M FREAKING SCARED LAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the bright side, i'll have dearest J with me on results day! Yay?/Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the best, you guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: I miss mnbj. Don't you? Hahahaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-8793750901335769463?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/8793750901335769463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=8793750901335769463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/8793750901335769463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/8793750901335769463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/01/idea-of-being-in-different-schools-with.html' title='Halved'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S0iZau8WTAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/6M00yyv7yJM/s72-c/9922_171920995928_546280928_2640310_7369600_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-6380438836198079848</id><published>2010-01-04T20:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T00:03:12.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S0Hj9vSmOdI/AAAAAAAAAZo/K1i_BjbXJiQ/s1600-h/DSC07836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422866076136782290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S0Hj9vSmOdI/AAAAAAAAAZo/K1i_BjbXJiQ/s320/DSC07836.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Life isn't always a bed of roses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When i've started to be more hardworking and grow into learning to take responsibilities in the new adult world where i've enrolled myself in recently, boy wasn't satisfied with it initially. How depressing. When you're all worned out and expected the best treatment from him but all he gave you was more lectures instead. Its disheartening. However, the blame's not his. Its mine for not telling him beforehand and suddenly, he heard i'm parting myself from him. I can bet it sucks for him too. If that wasn't enough, i started picking on him because of my overflowing rage that i can no longer hold on to. Its my impatience and intolerance that allowed my anger to grow and henceforth, spread to him for no particular reason. He's a victim of mine each time this happens and i could see that he's losing it on me. I reached his limits, again. Yes, again. Could i be any worser? Oh wait, i did get worse. I started to complain everything on this blog like how i'm doing now. I'm complaining to the world and exposed the ugly side of our relationship. I'm hanging my dirty linens in the public, which isn't very nice at all. He did not complain like i did. So why am i still doing it? I'm still typing it all out here. Its like a habit of mine and i should stop this. If not, this blog will be deleted. Yes, will be. I'm not sure when but if i know i'm going to let it all out here again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;http://www.necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; will no longer exist. Since i'm half way through the story, i might as well finish it off. This is only relationship tale. My flesh and blood are having the war of their life. Isn't that just awesome? NOT. Its bad enough to see them that way, now i have to pick a side? What the fish. Okay, i think imma stop there, the rest kinda personal. Actually, all of these are totally personal but sometimes i don't know where to go to. So my blog has it all. That's why i gotta stop this 'cause it makes boyfriend feel unimportant. The fact that he's always there for me, i couldn't realise and only repeating those 3 words. " I'm your burden." That slashes the boy's heart 'cause after almost 2 years, i couldn't realise how much he cared for me. So, you see, i'm not a very nice person here. I don't have a near perfect life and whoever that knows me suffers with me. It sucks you knoww. I've never showed it, never tells it, but i've warred with myself. Still, i kept losing over and over again. I don't get myself too. He could see my strength pretty clearly, but i kept denying that that wasn't true. I should really grow up. Its time for me to stop thinking like a child. Its a new year for goodness sake. People are changing for the better and i'm sticking on my worst. Grow up, Nur Izariana. You're not 6 years old. You're 16 dammit. So yeah. I'm apologising greatly to my boy for whatever i've been, whatever i've done that torned you apart. My promise isn't through yet. For the fact that you decided to remained silent and couldn't have a say so that all these shits won't be enlarged, makes me feel bad even more. I couldn't see your sacrifices before. And i'm sorry. Let's start anew, love. Things will get better in time, Insya'allah. I love you more than words could say and i'm sure you can feel it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SZBJ has been a dear to me. He's been listening to every single of my rants. Be it the black ones or the random ones. Apparently, he knows everything. And i mean everything. Even those minor details like " I need to go to the toilet " or " I have Transformers now ". Haha. He's been staying up till morning even when he's sick just because i have not decided to go to bed yet. Tskkkk. Idiot. But then, i kept hurting those who cared about me, you see. The last time i told him was that i've stopped. But now, he knows that i still hold the stick. I'm sorry. You didn't stop me from doing it but you did mentioned you don't like that side of me. I know, I'm stopping alright? Sorry. Thank you for all those you've done for me okay. You're laughing when i smile and you're worried when i frown. Simply an awesome brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A is still keeping up with updates of my life. You never give up, do you? You really want all these to end so that i'll stop mourning over those problems that even you don't find it fair towards me. Whoah. You're good, man. Please do come to me if you need any favours in return. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This post seems like an appreciation speech for me. Haha. Well, I need it. 'Cause when life turns ugly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You just have to keep moving on bringing along your trusted ones with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You know they'll bring you way up high when you're buried down low.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Much loves to all around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-6380438836198079848?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/6380438836198079848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=6380438836198079848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/6380438836198079848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/6380438836198079848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-isnt-always-bed-of-roses.html' title='Guilt'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/S0Hj9vSmOdI/AAAAAAAAAZo/K1i_BjbXJiQ/s72-c/DSC07836.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-4151585597198760148</id><published>2009-12-18T22:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T00:04:02.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SyuS0SKFZFI/AAAAAAAAAZg/l2OPguC8e3s/s1600-h/7"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416584403768140882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SyuS0SKFZFI/AAAAAAAAAZg/l2OPguC8e3s/s200/7" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;You knoww, sometimes i think my blogs is a sham.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, all those shits i faced, i made it sound so huge.&lt;br /&gt;Like as though i enlarged them by myself with a technique called exaggeration.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, now i look back and read every single post, it made me sound ultimately immature.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, i laughed at what i wrote. I made it up? or is that just life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#000000;" &gt;I SHALL SEE MY BEAUTIFUL LADIES TOMORROW FOR ESCAPE &amp;amp; FRISBEE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been tired lately. I didn't even step out of my house for 3 days and i'm all fatigue. Wth kan.&lt;br /&gt;Its not like i've been running or exercising. I didn't even lift my leg up and i'm like this. Haha. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Tak senonoh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend oh boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;When are we getting our own house? You could get a decent job. Then propose to me. We shall get married and live in a beach house because i love beach house. And you could buy a family car which is a convertible because i think convertible's hot. And my job will be interior designer and i could make our house into an awesome heaven. My baby will look exactly like me because i'm wayyyyyy hotter than you. My baby deserves the best, which is his/her mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Yaaaaaaayyyyyyeeeeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;DREAM ON! DREAM ON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for tomorrow. Speed up, time! Speed up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much loves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-4151585597198760148?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/4151585597198760148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=4151585597198760148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/4151585597198760148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/4151585597198760148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-knoww-sometimes-i-think-my-blogs-is.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SyuS0SKFZFI/AAAAAAAAAZg/l2OPguC8e3s/s72-c/7' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-1290072111670220878</id><published>2009-12-17T20:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T00:04:30.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEVENTEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SypGWg5lo3I/AAAAAAAAAZY/jEubOew5sqk/s1600-h/Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416218854468985714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SypGWg5lo3I/AAAAAAAAAZY/jEubOew5sqk/s200/Image.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom pictures, just take a look at their FB okay. I'll put up some SOON on my blog?&lt;br /&gt;And you guys, stop asking me to create one.&lt;br /&gt;Not interested here. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;You know how it feels when you slept really really late like 4am and expect to wake up at 1pm or so but it turned out when you look at the clock its only 10.30am. And you couldn't go back to sleep? Sheesh. Sucks right? I KNOW! Its annoying me big time.&lt;br /&gt;So basically, i've been going out with boyfriend from Monday to Thursday for one full day. First time in history. Usually it'd be alternate or we won't meet at all. HAH. Okay, sorry. But yeah, surprising though. So i leave Friday for him to go out with his friends. I mean, i can't hog him 24/7 kan? I haven't been going out with that bitch either. Sedih aku ): The guys wanna play soccer tomorrow. Hahahaha, dah kater lelaki. Mcm gitulah. Haaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY 23RD!&lt;/span&gt; Oh mannnn, 23 months. Oh boyyyyy, 23 months. Oh youuu, lets hold on to our 2nd anniversary. Shall we?&lt;br /&gt;Insya'allah. (:&lt;br /&gt;I've been saying this over and over, but lets say it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I LOVE YOU MUHAMMAD NIZAR BIN JASMANI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tskkkkkkkkk, i hate you too.&lt;br /&gt;You know you made it seem super easy to make me fall for you.&lt;br /&gt;You know i was trying to refrain from getting involve in r/s till you came along.&lt;br /&gt;You know you have your flaws to melt me like really really melt me.&lt;br /&gt;You know i can be super super patient with you, like super patient, but with others i can throw tantrums easily.&lt;br /&gt;How did you do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Hmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been your bitch. I've been your asshole. I've been your worst damn thing. But i've been your girlfriend for the past 23months. This isn't just a rollercoaster ride. Its life-threatening journey. LOL. Exaggerating. But you know what i mean. I have to admit this; I never really show that i love you. I never really show that i could understand you inside out. I never really show that i care. All i've been is to act ignorant. Act like i could live without you. Act like when something goes wrong, it won't affect me. Act unreasonably. Took advantage kan? &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Haha. Diam ehh.&lt;/span&gt; But yes, i haven't come to the part that i could really be the one. When i do, YOU'LL MELT BIG TIME! LOL! CAIR UH BABEE! :DD Kay, potong steam. Ahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;I love you lah. Really. I don't know when i'll get tired of you, but currently, i love you. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(Kay Iza bastard. Kidding lah kay :p) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget that promise. I know i won't. I'm working on it, in fact. You'll see the change. Just don't regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S: When will i see your change? );&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-1290072111670220878?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/1290072111670220878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=1290072111670220878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/1290072111670220878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/1290072111670220878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2009/12/prom-pictures-just-take-look-at-their.html' title='SEVENTEEN'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SypGWg5lo3I/AAAAAAAAAZY/jEubOew5sqk/s72-c/Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-5922103487462008964</id><published>2009-12-14T02:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T00:04:54.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change Is Nature</title><content type='html'>Prom's later on and i should really get some sleep. Someone said, "You wouldn't want to be a hotstuff with eyebags right?" Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;So, i've been spending time with the 2 guys and 1 dumbo. Sebodoh-bodoh kau pun, aku tetap sayang kau okay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You 3 are priceless for me. All those you guys are doing for me, still kept me speechless. Believe it. It never came across my mind that you guys will be down to help me out. Even more, it was by your own initiative. All i did was to began telling you one story and suddenly you guys are giving all-out for me. I was crying on the phone with you guys, (which never happened before; kinda a big wow) and then you went consoling me, convincing me that everything will be alright. "Shit happens" I hafta agree to that. I broke down not totally because i'm afraid to lose him, but because i gotta know i have you guys to bring me up and teach me to live my life. The fact that you guys pity me and showing that you care amazes me big time. I have nice friends around me, what is there to worry? I'm blissed to have you guys to fill up my time, make me feel as though i can conquer all just by being strong. Makes me see the importance of strength, patience and trust. "Being single is not so bad" Yes, i know that. But being away from someone you've been with for almost 2 years is a very bad one indeed. Yes, it'll be harder for me to know that that how the plan gonna go. I know how he'll react and to expect the worst, didn't help at all. But true, i have to be mentally prepared. I hafta be assertive, i'll keep that in mind. All i know for sure, without any doubt is that i have you guys in my life. What could be better eyh? For the first time i'm saying this, I love you guys uhhhh. H, A &amp;amp; S!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&amp;amp; To you,&lt;br /&gt;What have i got to say to you? I know i haven't been a really good girl to you. My mistakes, i admit, apologised and hope to change into a better person. But news flash, human can't change by just snapping your finger and poof she's all better like you wanted her to be. Tsk, i've grown up. Sorry to say that you have not. If you hadn't realise, i've been giving in to you for the past few fights. Not that i'm regretting but the least i expected for you to realise your mistakes as well. So, i've taken the blame all on me. You knoww, the reason i acted that way was maybe its because of you? Shouldn't you have thought of that? Its a chain reaction, you see. I wouldn't be sucha bitch if you hadn't been one. What happened to the guy that would die for me? The guy that can't stop saying I love you in every single text he sent? The guy who will never avoid me but instead come to me and say it all out? You used to be so comfortive, so understanding and you could even read me like a book. And every now and then, you'd tell me you missed me. Especially when its nearing weekends 'cause you can't meet me. By Sunday, you'd be half dead 'cause you missed me like hell. When you used to call me to put me to sleep and its super damn hard 'cause when i started talking to you, i can't stop and i'd refused to put it down. Haha. And and when i got sick, you'd be the one worrying the most and forcing me to eat my medicine. Still, i'd be stubborn and refused. In the end, you got scolded 'cause you kept forcing me. Haha. When i used to have hospital appoinments, you'd be super super worried and wished you could even send me there. Since you can't, you'll be keeping up with my appointments and made sure all is well and the next news you'll expect to hear is that i'm getting better. Haha. I miss all this. Because right now, you text in a very curd manner. Not a single call have i received from you. And you refused to put me to sleep again. When i'm sick, all you said is "makan ubat" then you'll ignore me for the rest of the night. You didn't even miss me after 1wk not meeting. If i hadn't ask you out, you won't even meet me. And when i have problems, all you said, "its not like you're the only one in the world with problems" (wtf!) You totally ignored me like as though you no longer have a girlfriend. Whats with this sudden change? Its harder to hear you say I Love You to me. If you no longer do, just be frank with me rather than kept me hanging here. Tsk, i miss you. Who you were and how you were to me. If you expect me to know everything without you telling me, i can't. You're not you anymore. I love you, yes i do, alot. But lets not take that as my weakness and my silence as something you can step on and take advantage of. Sooner or later, we both will have that can't-be-bothered attitude and all this would end. You'll be happier, won't you? Tskkkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night to you people!&lt;br /&gt;Single mingle(;&lt;br /&gt;No heartbreaks, kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch, can you come back like right now? I miss you lah Siti Nur Shabana. You've been busy busy busy! Tskkkkk. I wanna cry to you. Where're you? )))):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-5922103487462008964?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/5922103487462008964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=5922103487462008964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/5922103487462008964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/5922103487462008964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2009/12/proms-later-on-and-i-should-really-get.html' title='Change Is Nature'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-3080390816787845258</id><published>2009-11-26T14:40:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T00:05:33.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girl :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/Sw4zseL4yBI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/0Mi8cD5qZNc/s1600/DSC00901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408317041628727314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/Sw4zseL4yBI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/0Mi8cD5qZNc/s200/DSC00901.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY 16TH TO NUR IZARIANA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I LOVE YOU BABE. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINALLY. LIKE FINALLY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye lah korg. I knowww.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, annoying but true.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures with dearest &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hazyrah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Muhammad Nizar&lt;/span&gt; brought me shopping.&lt;br /&gt;$140 to finish it off. What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;So far, i got myself, &lt;strong&gt;BUMBLEBEE HUMAN ALLIANCE, Nike tee, Dress?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Clothings were assisted by &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hazyrah, Shabana and Farizuan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. (:&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE don't know what to get for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;OH OH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUMBLEBEE LOOKS SO HOT ON MY TABLE! AAAAAAAHHH! *MELTS~&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Muhammad Nizar&lt;/span&gt; fixed for me into robot.&lt;br /&gt;Now, i don't have the heart to change it back into a car. Booooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ain: Wth Iza!? Its a car! Grr, Ultimate Weirdness. Gosh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I Love Boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I Love Babies.&lt;br /&gt;Literally babies.&lt;br /&gt;They look small and superly cute. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Macam faham in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk too much today. Heck, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ITS MY DAY! :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless someone else have the same birthday, then its our day, dudes/dudettes? !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll put up ALL the pictures when i'm not a PEMA anymore. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like boyfriend's message: &lt;strong&gt;Haha. Happy Birthday. Baru 16?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritating.&lt;br /&gt;Cakap lah something sweet or cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;Baskettttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long enough?&lt;br /&gt;Somemore ahh, i'm not satisfied yet.&lt;br /&gt;Haaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing with me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO IZARIANA! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hidayah&lt;/span&gt; for singing to me. :D&lt;br /&gt;Insyaallah i won't be &lt;strong&gt;stubborn&lt;/strong&gt;, idiotic, immature-ish.&lt;br /&gt;I shall be the grown up girl whom no one knew.&lt;br /&gt;Feeeeewitt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to ALL for your calls and text messages!&lt;br /&gt;My favourites bunch of people around me!&lt;br /&gt;I love you okay. ^^&lt;br /&gt;But please-oh-please stop competing who's first to wish.&lt;br /&gt;Nonsense ehhhh, haha.&lt;br /&gt;As long as it comes from you, its precious for me.&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Iza so niceeee! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah, nak party lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Birthday girl belum makan, siapa nak feed?&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHE! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:S: Sorry for the language and atrocious vocabulary. She's hyped today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Congratulation tu Haidhir Jasmani for attaining 230 for your PSLE aggregate. *Applause! Hehe, you proved your "lovely" brother wrong! Woooo~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-3080390816787845258?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/3080390816787845258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=3080390816787845258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/3080390816787845258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/3080390816787845258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-16th-to-nur-izariana-i-love-you.html' title='Birthday Girl :D'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/Sw4zseL4yBI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/0Mi8cD5qZNc/s72-c/DSC00901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-3729020661963244618</id><published>2009-11-15T15:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:57:29.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This and That'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/Sv-zrTBc-BI/AAAAAAAAAZA/svK0evZRCAQ/s1600-h/DSC07608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/Sv-zrTBc-BI/AAAAAAAAAZA/svK0evZRCAQ/s320/DSC07608.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404235634289997842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Okay, i'm suppose to post my day with Hazyrah&amp;Farizuan but thennnn, next time lah. Sorry babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooo, i've been down these days? Hope you joyous souls had a heck of a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i spend my birthday on my own?&lt;br /&gt;Can i go to Carribean and have the sun all to myself while i crash with the waves?&lt;br /&gt;I wanna ease off. Unlike Jim Carey, i'm not used to having a crowd house up there. &lt;br /&gt;Can it be like Narnia where i open my closet and step into Carribean like *poof*?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can i meet my girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I miss boyfriend oh-so-much!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My huge apologies to you, my love, on this fine, public, can-be-seen-by-all, webpage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;I'M GUILTY.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh what an asssss!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-3729020661963244618?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/3729020661963244618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=3729020661963244618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/3729020661963244618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/3729020661963244618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2009/11/okay-im-suppose-to-post-my-day-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/Sv-zrTBc-BI/AAAAAAAAAZA/svK0evZRCAQ/s72-c/DSC07608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-8309868637410350589</id><published>2009-11-12T11:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T11:50:48.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The world has turned upside down.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CHECKLIST:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GET OVER WITH 'O' LEVELS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;big style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;PLA&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;big style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;N MY LIFE FOR THE NEXT 5 MONTHS :DD&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those whom I've neglected: I'm free now. I'll make it up to every single one of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to boyfriend, just have fun lah kay. With or without me; It won't make any difference to you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog, but i have a life now, so i'll keep blogging lesser. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*winks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; Someone please bring me to watch &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;Love Happens, My Sister's Keeper&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;. Please-oh-please. Or maybe i should bring someone instead? Haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. See you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-8309868637410350589?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/8309868637410350589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=8309868637410350589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/8309868637410350589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/8309868637410350589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2009/11/checklist-get-over-with-o-levels-plan.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-9070934549751687746</id><published>2009-09-21T15:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T15:44:42.387+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salam Aidilfitri to all:D'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELLO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the need to write something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kay daaaaaaaaaaaaa(;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-9070934549751687746?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/9070934549751687746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=9070934549751687746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/9070934549751687746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/9070934549751687746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-i-feel-need-to-write-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-3214767962624481822</id><published>2009-08-05T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T12:34:37.207+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getcha Head In The Game'/><title type='text'>Getcha Head In The Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;&lt;em&gt;JUST SO YOU KNOW, I'LL BE OUT OF THE CYBERWORLD TILL I WIN THE BIG GAME! &lt;br /&gt;SORRY, YOU GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S TIME TO WORK INFINITY-LY HARD OR I'LL TOPPLE OVER.&lt;br /&gt;OFF ALL DISTRACTIONS, NOSE IN THE BOOK, SPONGEY MIND FOR ABSORPTION.&lt;br /&gt;I'LL COME BACK AFTER I KILLED THE MONSTER, OKAY?&lt;br /&gt;DEAL?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babyy, i think you should the same too. I don't wanna be the cause of your misery, be it in the past, right now or even the future. I'll miss you though but i gotta get focused. Whatever that's happening, i'll deal it after being the winner. I gotta do this. Forget me for some time, alright? I'll still be here if you need me or rather when you finally decided to talk to me. 'Cause right now, i'm out of ways to make you better. I admitted, i apologised, i told you how much you meant to me. Now its up to you. Your decisons is in your hand, and mine in mine. I gotta start standing on my principles. A week of lifeless me and brain shutdown is enough. Why? Because you've been busy that you can't send me home, meet me or even talk to me. Yes dearest, i did nothing for that whole week except for stone-ing about you because i really really missed you. I counted down the number of days left for you to be free. I whine to the girls that i miss you. I had to wear a smiley mask around my friends. Again, i'm not blaming anything. But really, we should aim for that star-ry certificate to be in our hands. Best of luck.&lt;br /&gt;You know i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt; See what happens when you loved me so much; i have a hard time competing with that.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a rather mundane blog. &lt;br /&gt;It'll start living after all of the above.&lt;br /&gt;YAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color= red&gt;WE HAVE WORLD WAR III TO GO THROUGH; BE PREPARED!&lt;/font color= red&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-3214767962624481822?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/3214767962624481822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=3214767962624481822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/3214767962624481822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/3214767962624481822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2009/08/getcha-head-in-game.html' title='Getcha Head In The Game'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-8512967024194435314</id><published>2009-06-27T22:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:31:52.541+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topsy turvy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color= red&gt; HAPPY 20TH BIRTHDAY, ABANG! &lt;/font color= red&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SkYshTblL3I/AAAAAAAAAY4/RUM-mRsTzoc/s1600-h/DSC00601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SkYshTblL3I/AAAAAAAAAY4/RUM-mRsTzoc/s200/DSC00601.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352014157839675250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang oldddddddddd!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha! Okay, i can't stop laughing at that fact.&lt;br /&gt;Texted him at 12.13 midnight when he's still outside.&lt;br /&gt;Told him to start counting with a 2 at the front. Hahaa. Oldie.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Ala, 20 years &lt;strike&gt; old &lt;/strike&gt; young."&lt;br /&gt;Go cancel one item from your wishlist. Got you that already.&lt;br /&gt;With 2 Zips! Yay! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abang, I Love You (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH NOO! School starting.&lt;br /&gt;I spent my holidays foolishly.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even get to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; I miss bf.&lt;br /&gt;Tskkkkk.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-8512967024194435314?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/8512967024194435314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=8512967024194435314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/8512967024194435314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/8512967024194435314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-20th-birthday-abang-abang.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SkYshTblL3I/AAAAAAAAAY4/RUM-mRsTzoc/s72-c/DSC00601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-5856209815926386929</id><published>2009-06-24T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:46:46.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;I BECAME SCANDALOUS WITH MY BROTHER-IN-LAW!! &lt;br /&gt;HOLY SHIT!&lt;/font color=red&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of my sister and her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SkJH5SGvU_I/AAAAAAAAAYo/jIKbo3NqWiQ/s1600-h/Hazyrah%26Farizuan"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SkJH5SGvU_I/AAAAAAAAAYo/jIKbo3NqWiQ/s200/Hazyrah%26Farizuan" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350918356707791858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay No.&lt;br /&gt;This guy wants me to be his SILS. [Sister-In-Law scandal.]&lt;br /&gt;Bustedddd kaan.Desperado.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Noooo, sayang youuu!&lt;br /&gt;Sayang Hazyrah!&lt;br /&gt;Youu, &lt;big&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24th June 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/big&gt; marks the first day okay.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Apparently, i accepted him. &lt;br /&gt;Woooooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get jealous, Nizar. :D&lt;br /&gt;No worries, I will still keep my special-ness for you.&lt;br /&gt;Hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;Now now, i'm the timer.&lt;br /&gt;Cooooool~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love You, Ass! &lt;3&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SkJJO-ROiOI/AAAAAAAAAYw/7FGc0Ld8TV8/s1600-h/DSC00445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SkJJO-ROiOI/AAAAAAAAAYw/7FGc0Ld8TV8/s200/DSC00445.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350919828851820770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-5856209815926386929?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/5856209815926386929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=5856209815926386929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/5856209815926386929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/5856209815926386929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-became-scandalous-with-my-brother-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SkJH5SGvU_I/AAAAAAAAAYo/jIKbo3NqWiQ/s72-c/Hazyrah%26Farizuan' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-1551015306658465474</id><published>2009-06-21T19:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:32:51.050+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The law has to be change'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah, I love you. You are super super gerek, you know that? &lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for all the mistakes i've done. &lt;br /&gt;From the start of my birth up till now. &lt;br /&gt;You did alot for me and i thank you very much for that. &lt;br /&gt;However, some things are best remain unknown okay. &lt;br /&gt;You trusted me so much and i'm not gonna betray you anymore. &lt;br /&gt;Baba, we have father-daughter secrets, don't we? Hee^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie-movie night with your daughters tonight or some other night pleaseeee? She wanna watch Drag Me To Hell. &lt;br /&gt;C'mon, get over with your Badminton Match alreadyyy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh Giler,&lt;br /&gt;I miss you like hellashit and you're down there eating your hearts out! Downright asshole. 9 days crawled by and i have not seen even the tip of your nose. Damn you. I know i spoilt the 17th. &lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;Okay, i admit it was my fault. Happy?&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;I'm writing out an IOU here. Eessshhh. &amp; You promised PAINTBALL, remember? Grrr! You know, each day went by pretty slowly with your absence. Abang already met his lady the next day we came back. And i have yet to see the oh-so-handsome face of yours. Ahhhh, kembanggggg! Babyy, i'm serious, i miss you. You told me to come back to you after a week and i'm here. Where are you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ This convo is translated into english for universal purpose. You're welcome ((: ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iza: I miss you like hell and you don't miss me at all. Thanks eh. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Miss lah. I was about to ask you out to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Iza: No. You don't. You lied.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Yes. Meet me before motivational talk?&lt;br /&gt;Iza: Ahhh, early in the morning??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go to school as well. Damn the law! I wanna go. Begged Ms Liu and she still disallowed me from going. Grr! I need some motivation too, you knoww. Unfairness. So i have to stay being quarantined. All of these are sucha bitchy asshole that the holes are damn deep that you need to dig in deeper to get you out when you stuck inside. Damn, what the F did i just blabbered about? Hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-1551015306658465474?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/1551015306658465474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=1551015306658465474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/1551015306658465474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/1551015306658465474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day-abah-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-2926117389341198541</id><published>2009-06-20T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T18:59:36.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honest comments'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I've landed Singapore yesterday night. &lt;br /&gt;How nice. Home sweet home aye.&lt;br /&gt;We learned to catch their accent there now.&lt;br /&gt;So when you hear us talk, there's gonna be lots of slang.&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Okay, it takes time.&lt;br /&gt;Called S immediately. Ye pandai, aku rindu kau. Aku admit. Happy?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. 10hrs of workshop without me eh? How sweet of you to admit that you'll suffer without me. Wahaha! Aku sayang kau lah.&lt;br /&gt;Texted N. Okay, skipskipskip.&lt;br /&gt;Texted Z. Missed me? Nyeahaha. Dude, sorry i left you at the time you needed me most. Cheer up bro! I'm here. Forget about that bitch. I hated her the first time you mentioned her name. I don't even know who she is but hearing about her makes me go ewww, ergh, yuck, bleah and so on. Couldn't say anything because you are so into her. Now you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 17TH?&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna say any cheesy stuff. &lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna say anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;Have fun with your own way of life. &lt;br /&gt;Whatevs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i'm quarantined with nothing to do, i shall do Bitchy Playa's quiz or chain thingy. I'm dead bored, whaddaya expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Besides lips,where is the favourite spot to get a kiss?&lt;br /&gt;-Forehead&lt;br /&gt;2.How do you feel when you wake up in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;-Ouhh mann, can i not wake up?&lt;br /&gt;3.Who was the last person you took a photo with?&lt;br /&gt;-I think its Sister&lt;br /&gt;4.Would you consider yourself to be spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;-I don't know? Maybe at times &lt;br /&gt;5.Would you ever donate blood?&lt;br /&gt;-When i'm older perhaps&lt;br /&gt;6.Have you ever had a bestfriend who was the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;-Nope&lt;br /&gt;7.Do you want someone dead?&lt;br /&gt;-No&lt;br /&gt;8.What does the last message say?&lt;br /&gt;-"Okay"&lt;br /&gt;9.What are you thinking of right now?&lt;br /&gt;-What shit gonna happen next?&lt;br /&gt;10.Do you wish someone was with you right now?&lt;br /&gt;-Not really. I want to be alone for now. &lt;br /&gt;11.What time did you went to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;- 1.15am &lt;br /&gt;12.Where did you buy the tshirt that you're wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;-No clue, my sis bought this for me.&lt;br /&gt;13.Is someone in your mind?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes. Hate it though.&lt;br /&gt;14.Who was the last person to text you?&lt;br /&gt;-Jannah&lt;br /&gt;15.10 people tagged to do this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;1. Hidayah Umar&lt;br /&gt;2. Syafiqah Shafari&lt;br /&gt;3. Jannah&lt;br /&gt;4. Susu&lt;br /&gt;5. Ulfah&lt;br /&gt;6. Zaidah&lt;br /&gt;7. Hazyrah&lt;br /&gt;8. Natasha&lt;br /&gt;9. Izalina&lt;br /&gt;10. Nizar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Who is 2 having r/s with?&lt;br /&gt;-None.&lt;br /&gt;17.Is 3 male/female?&lt;br /&gt;-Female.&lt;br /&gt;18.If 7 &amp; 10 get together,would that be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;-If i got dumped and she got dumped, then yeah. Why not?&lt;br /&gt;19.What is 1 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;-Every current things.&lt;br /&gt;20.When was the last time you chat with 5?&lt;br /&gt;-Never. &lt;br /&gt;21.Is 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes.&lt;br /&gt;22.Say something about 2.&lt;br /&gt;-Loveliest lady who is sweet and cares about her friends. I love her!&lt;br /&gt;23.Wad do you think about 3 &amp; 6 being together?&lt;br /&gt;-Ah huh..? Grosss! &lt;br /&gt;24.Describe 9.&lt;br /&gt;-Crazy and talk without any sense. Lots of spendings when going out. Sensitive but lovable.&lt;br /&gt;25.What will you do if 6 &amp; 7 fight?&lt;br /&gt;-Put an end to it.&lt;br /&gt;26.Do you like 8?&lt;br /&gt;-Yeap. Love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I miss girlfriends!&lt;br /&gt;Honestly. D:&lt;br /&gt;When's G.N.O?&lt;br /&gt;`Till here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: You spoilt that day; I took the blame. Thank you very much.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-2926117389341198541?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/2926117389341198541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=2926117389341198541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/2926117389341198541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/2926117389341198541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-landed-singapore-yesterday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-7802625657233542702</id><published>2009-06-11T11:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:46:20.577+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LoveLove'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Abang wants this posted. &lt;br /&gt;Shoping&amp;Towning with family was funfunfun. &lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAST SUNDAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SjCBQplZcQI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/NrL4hXj3x8g/s1600-h/DSC00556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SjCBQplZcQI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/NrL4hXj3x8g/s200/DSC00556.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345914880729379074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SjCBQQc8t_I/AAAAAAAAAXI/4LgZEDTuZL4/s1600-h/DSC00555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SjCBQQc8t_I/AAAAAAAAAXI/4LgZEDTuZL4/s200/DSC00555.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345914873983055858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SjCBQCVs0uI/AAAAAAAAAXA/g6Y1GeuyzbM/s1600-h/DSC00554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SjCBQCVs0uI/AAAAAAAAAXA/g6Y1GeuyzbM/s200/DSC00554.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345914870194557666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SjCBP3N8IjI/AAAAAAAAAW4/5ineaJhqtz8/s1600-h/DSC00553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SjCBP3N8IjI/AAAAAAAAAW4/5ineaJhqtz8/s200/DSC00553.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345914867209216562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SjCBPp0m3pI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ColpZa3xv-o/s1600-h/DSC00552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SjCBPp0m3pI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ColpZa3xv-o/s200/DSC00552.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345914863613304466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SjCGqDpDcNI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tuNMQLXE18o/s1600-h/DSC00561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SjCGqDpDcNI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tuNMQLXE18o/s200/DSC00561.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345920814778904786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SjCGp7qrPAI/AAAAAAAAAXw/EG5sHzbvghE/s1600-h/DSC00560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SjCGp7qrPAI/AAAAAAAAAXw/EG5sHzbvghE/s200/DSC00560.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345920812638223362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SjCGpoF6ZDI/AAAAAAAAAXo/sUr2S3YCrRw/s1600-h/DSC00559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SjCGpoF6ZDI/AAAAAAAAAXo/sUr2S3YCrRw/s200/DSC00559.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345920807383753778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SjCGpatoYdI/AAAAAAAAAXg/DGZz6CKOAUE/s1600-h/DSC00558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SjCGpatoYdI/AAAAAAAAAXg/DGZz6CKOAUE/s200/DSC00558.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345920803792249298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SjCGpJtKW7I/AAAAAAAAAXY/22OSW28H8IE/s1600-h/DSC00557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SjCGpJtKW7I/AAAAAAAAAXY/22OSW28H8IE/s200/DSC00557.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345920799226878898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SjCLXqZVeUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/i4n5VtnwWnQ/s1600-h/DSC00562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SjCLXqZVeUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/i4n5VtnwWnQ/s200/DSC00562.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345925996322584898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I'll Miss You &amp; I Missed You. &lt;33&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-7802625657233542702?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/7802625657233542702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=7802625657233542702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/7802625657233542702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/7802625657233542702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2009/06/abang-wants-this-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SjCBQplZcQI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/NrL4hXj3x8g/s72-c/DSC00556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-7573658923883195751</id><published>2009-05-25T19:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:55:38.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color= red&gt;I FEEL LIKE THERE'S THIS HUGE CLOT IN ME THAT NEEDS TO BE BURST! GAAAH!&lt;/font color= red&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i gotta stop that. Haaa. So, marks had been finalised.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy won't be very happy about it. Better clean up my prison 'cause i'll be living in there for a long time once the truth bubble burst. Yes, yes, i'm the student with the lowest IQ in class. Congratulate me. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;So much for, " I'm not gonna get any grade lower than B. If I do, NO CHOCOLATES till next examination. " Okay, i promised &lt;u&gt;Nizar&lt;/u&gt; that. LOL, stupidity. Now, now, see what you did Nur Izariana B A H, whats with these 2 Cs? Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nizar&lt;/u&gt;'s deal was, " No digimon-watching till next examination. " HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Remind me why things turned out this way again. Its getting more frequent. Seems shaky and gonna topple over anytime. Hmmm, its okay. I'll remain calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;u&gt;Birdy&lt;/u&gt; for the advice. Wheee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i don't feel like seeing people. So if i get piss off when you aprroached me, do forgive me. Its unintentional. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, parents said tickets to holiday had been confirmed. Hotel booked, visa applied, new passport made. Sigh. I know I should feel excited, but the thought of leaving my loved ones behind. Especially YOU! For a week! I forgot the dates 'cause I don't usually have things I don't like to get stuck in my head. It will repeats itself over and over again like a spoilt tape recorder. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Speedy&lt;/u&gt; going for an operation. So is &lt;u&gt;Mr Lourdes&lt;/u&gt;. Wish both good luck and get well soon. &lt;u&gt;Speedy&lt;/u&gt;, I love you. Go and come back quickly. Come back shiny and new. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya sedar entri ini terlalu panjang. Jikalau kalian semua rajin membaca, baguslah buat diri anda. Saya nasihatkan bahawa ini akan membuangkan masa anda. Masa itu emas. Buatlah kerja yang berfaedah. Peperiksaan Bahasa Melayu Peringkat O sudah hampir. Lebih baik jika anda semua membaca akhbar dan bukan sampah ini. Apa yang tertera disini tiada kena-mengena dengan yang hidup ataupun sebaliknya. Terima Kasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berpestalah! :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-7573658923883195751?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/7573658923883195751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=7573658923883195751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/7573658923883195751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/7573658923883195751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-feel-like-theres-this-huge-clot-in-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-1365281741133399482</id><published>2009-05-16T23:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T00:36:12.027+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 in 1 17 Again.'/><title type='text'>17 Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;So here's the thing, Mid-year is coming to an end and we shall party for one day. Thats because its just mid-year. Ain't Os baybehh. I'm gonna flunk MYE reaaaaal badddd. All Fs. Yes, that drastic. Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see that i haven't been updating. Iza, Iza.. Your blog is real dead. Should have buried this long time ago. But heck, who updates themselves with my blog? No one, i bet. Haaa! But i'm gonna make sure someone will read this blog today. They are forced to. Crucial. HEE^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color= red&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY, SYAFIQ BIN ISHAK!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font color= red&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/Sg7fk8XIJTI/AAAAAAAAAWg/dMQcjxnK_uk/s1600-h/FIQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/Sg7fk8XIJTI/AAAAAAAAAWg/dMQcjxnK_uk/s200/FIQ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336448434252031282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The only picture i could get. Haha! I lost the whole batch of photos of you people.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dude, I love you okay. You helped me out alot yo. You helped me with Nizar. You helped me with myself. You helped me buy that thangg. Remember when you were the one asking me whether i am going home with Nizar or not 'cause at that moment, he was waiting for me and we were still new with all these shyness and stuff. Remember when i told you about things and you got me through by making me understand all these people. Remember when you accompanied me to his soccer match and layan me when you have another person with you. That happened several times and i felt so appreciative of you and that i had no one else at that point of time. And all i did was to get you into trouble with your friends because you helped me out with what i wanted. I suck as your friend. I'm sorry for those trouble i caused you. Really am. I shall be there if you need me. Have a happy happy day today! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds cheesy up there but heck.&lt;br /&gt;The second thing coming up next.&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be CHEESIER. Muahahah! &lt;br /&gt;Gosh, its tiring to type out this darn long piece of script for these 2 precious people. Ok here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color= green&gt; HAPPY 16TH! &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/font color= green&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/Sg7nE6vVJAI/AAAAAAAAAWo/ToVWJFEc3io/s1600-h/DSC00300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/Sg7nE6vVJAI/AAAAAAAAAWo/ToVWJFEc3io/s200/DSC00300.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336456680153883650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Its been 16th months. Despite all those ups and downs, those insides and outs, we managed to come this far. Honestly, it never crossed my mind for us to have this long relationship. I'm very much happy that we grew up together to have mature minds in handling black situations. If you realise, we don't fight. We just get disappointed with each other. And usually, you were the one giving it up. To think back, you took all the blame just to satisfy me or at least to deliver some peace inside me. You gave me everything i wanted and asked for. Damn, you make sure my wish is fulfilled eventhough its hard for you to get it for me. I was being selfish and i've been your burden all this while. I am very sorry for all the shits i've caused you. Oh yes, i still remember it was 10.28pm on the 17th January 2008. Boy, that was random 'cause before that, we were texting parts of lyrics from different songs to each other. Then i counted every week. Then months. And then a year. And now you plus all that together. Remember when we first got together, we want to keep it low. It took us 5 days to tell the rest but it appeared you told your friends already before that. Haha. So much for keeping it low. Plus with them spreading it around at that very time 'cause they were damn pissed off with us. Haha. Then i got mad at you for that thangg. Then you got mad at me for that same thangg. Haha. Ironic. Then we got caught. We didn't went home. We stayed out. Haha. You got dead worried when i had to go hospital even if it was for minor things and you kept up with my appointments to brace yourself. Haha. Alot of things happened through all this 16 months. All the "awwwwwh" and "gosh, he/she makes me soooo mad!" And i'm still waiting and wondering what else will happen. I know i caused you misery, for you to get me the impossibles, for you to get me to make up my mind 'cause its annoying you when i don't, for you to stay up with me through the night when i can't sleep and when you were darn sleepy and tired, for you to listen to my tons of complaints and barrels of babblings on anything that pisses me off. I bet your ears bleed after that. Haha. Okay, i can't list everything down, but thats most of it. Here's the main, I'm sorry for everything and that i ever made you cry and I Love You Very Much, &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muhammad Nizar Bin Jasmani&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt; I AM VERY MUCH CONTENTED TO HAVE YOU.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first person i'm gonna see is YOU. :DD&lt;br /&gt;Exciting. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-1365281741133399482?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/1365281741133399482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=1365281741133399482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/1365281741133399482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/1365281741133399482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2009/05/17-again.html' title='17 Again'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/Sg7fk8XIJTI/AAAAAAAAAWg/dMQcjxnK_uk/s72-c/FIQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-1871037531776953222</id><published>2009-04-29T21:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:21:20.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, okay, I'll update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color= red&gt;HAPPY SWEET 16 AMEENA BINTE JAAFAR!&lt;/font color=red&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SfhTmXIzvZI/AAAAAAAAAWY/0415Hyo1kF4/s1600-h/MEEN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SfhTmXIzvZI/AAAAAAAAAWY/0415Hyo1kF4/s200/MEEN.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330102077504077202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Meenie&lt;/u&gt;, I LOVE YOU LAH! Enjoy okay! Continue being Craaaaazzzzyyyyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow &lt;big&gt;Mid-Year Examination&lt;/big&gt; starts.&lt;br /&gt;Hell. Exam fever is back.&lt;br /&gt;I shall make &lt;u&gt;NIZAR&lt;/u&gt; teach me all the subject.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, smartass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm off. Sorry it had to be short. Busy lah.&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;br /&gt;Love you people.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-1871037531776953222?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/1871037531776953222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=1871037531776953222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/1871037531776953222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/1871037531776953222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2009/04/okay-okay-ill-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SfhTmXIzvZI/AAAAAAAAAWY/0415Hyo1kF4/s72-c/MEEN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-4305366199804509181</id><published>2009-03-15T14:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T14:55:30.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ah Huh'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;big&gt;FBI&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;I'm very sorry for your lost.&lt;br /&gt;But you gained another, unknowingly.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i think i've given you alot of talkings.&lt;br /&gt;Heheh. Just take care lah kay.&lt;br /&gt;No more shedding.&lt;br /&gt;Senyum-senyum selalu!&lt;br /&gt;Teman setia anda!&lt;br /&gt;Sentiasa berada di sisimu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt; does Freedom counts? &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth? Melayu-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now, &lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;big&gt;F.C&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Dude, where are you?&lt;br /&gt;Boooo!&lt;br /&gt;My holidays have started and i better see you around!&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;I want your nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N's in sch.&lt;br /&gt;Camp camp camp.&lt;br /&gt;He must be having a great time now.&lt;br /&gt;In sch, with ladies, busted the lil cadets.&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha. &lt;br /&gt;Must be gerek eh?&lt;br /&gt;You continue doing that, while i'm so low in the dumps.&lt;br /&gt;Especially these 3days.&lt;br /&gt;But what do you care?&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, i'm ignoring you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I ain't coming home, i don't need that attention.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, this is why i need you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;big&gt;boyfriendS&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;big&gt;girlfriendS&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; right now.&lt;br /&gt;Cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;Get me out of this horrible, intolerable prison.&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck, tortured and in desire to see the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plastic betul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, getting insane with &lt;u&gt;sister&lt;/u&gt; is soooo merepek.&lt;br /&gt;She came from a hospital that is packed with people like her.&lt;br /&gt;Guess where? Easy to spot. Wahaha! Stinky, stinky, go mandi lah giler!&lt;br /&gt;Before i scrub your ass of with the toilet scruber.&lt;br /&gt;I'll make sure you no longer have any piece of skin left.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, you don't have any! All &lt;big&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;FATS&lt;/font color=red&gt;&lt;/big&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha. So sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had an irritating haircut!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER! Positive Attitude! Inspiring?? :S&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;SINGAPORE; CLEAN&amp;GREEN, HARMONIOUS AND&lt;font color=red&gt; PEACEFUL!&lt;/font color=red&gt; &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right baba?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-4305366199804509181?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/4305366199804509181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=4305366199804509181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/4305366199804509181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/4305366199804509181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2009/03/fbi-im-very-sorry-for-your-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-7365156267762629721</id><published>2009-03-03T20:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:52:32.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rainy Dayssssss'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;big&gt;Here I am again! &lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh. :P&lt;br /&gt;Internet has been a bitch lately. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;So expect me to be gone for the next..  238542758281 days/weeks/years?&lt;br /&gt;School's an ass.&lt;br /&gt;CAs like &lt;big&gt;WOOOOOOOOO&lt;/big&gt; all the way down!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah man!&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I'm jealous with Nizar's performance.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you laaa.&lt;br /&gt;Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today rained and I went haywire with him.&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest &lt;u&gt;Jannah&lt;/u&gt;, I'm sorry. Postpone again okay baby? I know you've been counting the days. Unexpected things may pop up anytime. So yeah, sorry babe. Love you goddamn much. &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= red&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY (020309) , NUR IZALINA BINTE ABDUL HASSIM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/font color=red&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/Sa0mImsmS5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/-ciaUo90t4M/s1600-h/elec+guit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/Sa0mImsmS5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/-ciaUo90t4M/s200/elec+guit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308941465008098194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= red&gt;Giler, happy birthday. Cash has been flying away from me. Expect a rrrreeeeaaaaallllllyyyyy late pressie. But I love you very much still. Very very much. Thanks for everything sis! Enjoy!&lt;/font color=red&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here,&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;( next post will be late. very late. so don't bother updating yourself in this shits. )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-7365156267762629721?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/7365156267762629721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=7365156267762629721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/7365156267762629721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/7365156267762629721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-i-am-again-urgh.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/Sa0mImsmS5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/-ciaUo90t4M/s72-c/elec+guit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-3247395082489694828</id><published>2009-02-04T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:45:30.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keep Twisting The Story'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To whoever who cared:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt; I FEEL LIKE POURING MY HEARTS OUT BUT I PLAINLY CAN'T. BECAUSE THERE'S JUST NO ONE WHO CARED. &lt;/font color=red&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Great.&lt;br /&gt;I shall leave.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye and do enjoy that " sooo rocking " life of yours.&lt;br /&gt;Suckers.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-3247395082489694828?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/3247395082489694828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=3247395082489694828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/3247395082489694828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/3247395082489694828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-whoever-who-cared-i-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-4508886617089358851</id><published>2009-02-01T20:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:39:48.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New'/><title type='text'>New!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color= red&gt; I LIKE IT PLAIN!&lt;/font color= red&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can't make me go blind.&lt;br /&gt;Except for the font maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Shall give you guys a hard time to read.&lt;br /&gt;Muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now..,&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU TO &lt;u&gt;&lt;big&gt;FIRMAN CULLEN&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/u&gt; FOR THE TOPHEADER AND THE TITTLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay YOU!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I leave now?;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-4508886617089358851?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/4508886617089358851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=4508886617089358851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/4508886617089358851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/4508886617089358851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2009/02/new.html' title='New!'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-2134585592743931040</id><published>2009-02-01T17:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:55:49.061+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 I&apos;ll DIE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt; Jannah &lt;/u&gt; wanted updates. So here goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went out with her. Find stuffs. She got into SJC. Congrats sistah!&lt;br /&gt;Finally, she's gonna start sch! Yeeehaaa!&lt;br /&gt;I've been so jealous of her and her free time. Now the satisfaction fills me as her first day of hell begins tmr. Muahaha! Babe, A level is next. Better do darn well i tell you. I still owe you Paris Hilton though. Or issit Donuts? Okay, whatever. I shall pay back on... some other day? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after our legs died off, she still haven't gotten her stuffs. Went home empty handed. Boooo! Next Saturday, the hunt continues okayy? Hehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;A.D&lt;/u&gt; is such an ass. Whooops. :DD I realised that he had girls' problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;"Which hairstyle is nice for guys?"&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, i ain't a male. And..,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;"I don't know which to cut!". &lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sheesh kebab&lt;/em&gt;. Told you to surprise yourself by letting the person drill into your head but nooooo, you refused to. Okay, whatever. Go with your flow. Hah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;u&gt;Z&lt;/u&gt; got into SP, Human management with Phsychology. Congrats eventhough its not your first choice. When you get a call, better tell me a.s.a.p! Cos i'm worried to the max down here. Don't go lah please? You know i still need you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition started and i'm starting to feel the freaking tense. Well done tutor for making me freak out for O levels further. Happy now? Hmmmm.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, its a wrap.&lt;br /&gt;Immabitchyplaya,right &lt;u&gt;F&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Jyeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-2134585592743931040?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/2134585592743931040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=2134585592743931040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/2134585592743931040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/2134585592743931040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2009/02/jannah-wanted-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-6984467212799079929</id><published>2009-01-18T14:08:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T14:41:28.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='12th and 16th on 17th ;D'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;17th January 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 12th!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I Love You, Muhd Nizar Bin Jasmani.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Without you with me, I'll die."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to those who wished us:&lt;br /&gt;-Hidayah Umar&lt;br /&gt;-Shabana&lt;br /&gt;-Ain&lt;br /&gt;-Zaidah&lt;br /&gt;-Ulfah&lt;br /&gt;-Yasmin&lt;br /&gt;-KAKAK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Sayang kamu semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SXLJW2qQvMI/AAAAAAAAAVg/iSYA5TLUwLk/s1600-h/ZAIDAH+BABY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SXLJW2qQvMI/AAAAAAAAAVg/iSYA5TLUwLk/s200/ZAIDAH+BABY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292513906580831426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY, SITI ZAIDAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/font color=red&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you get whatever you wished for in life.&lt;br /&gt;Semoga panjang umur, murah rezeki. ((:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Oh,&lt;br /&gt;Gimme gimme more expression "mahal"!&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeee~!&lt;br /&gt;Kamu tua, aku muda. :DDDDDD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaaaay, back to studying. &lt;br /&gt;Bleeahs. &lt;em&gt;sucksucksuck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TORTUROUS! D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-6984467212799079929?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/6984467212799079929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=6984467212799079929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/6984467212799079929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/6984467212799079929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2009/01/17th-january-2008-happy-12th-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SXLJW2qQvMI/AAAAAAAAAVg/iSYA5TLUwLk/s72-c/ZAIDAH+BABY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-77824378589035271</id><published>2009-01-03T21:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:05:02.112+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SCHOOL SCHOOL SCHOOL D:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SV9wXnXuPVI/AAAAAAAAAVY/PzQ4OPv48JU/s1600-h/Ladies+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SV9wXnXuPVI/AAAAAAAAAVY/PzQ4OPv48JU/s200/Ladies+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287068038564035922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCHOOL HAS STARTED&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/big&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Unknowingly, I miss school a little though.&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh! Seeing the sec 3s wearing long pants had me laughing my internals out!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I miss you people. &lt;3&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The NO MOREs:&lt;br /&gt;1. NO MORE GOING OUT THAT MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;2. NO MORE SLEEPLESS DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;3. NO MORE HANGING ON THE PHONE.&lt;br /&gt;4. NO MORE SLEEPOVERS.&lt;br /&gt;5. NO MORE BREAKFAST AT MACDONALDS AT 10.55AM.&lt;br /&gt;6. NO MORE FREAKING OUT ABOUT WHAT TO WEAR.&lt;br /&gt;7. NO MORE &lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;strike&gt; you-know-who &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MOREs:&lt;br /&gt;1. MORE BEING PRISONED.&lt;br /&gt;2. MORE CURFEWS.&lt;br /&gt;3. MORE STUDYING.&lt;br /&gt;4. MORE HOMEWORKS/TESTS/ASSIGNMENTS/CLASSES.&lt;br /&gt;5. MORE SEEING/HEARING TEACHERS' NAGS.&lt;br /&gt;6. MORE UNIFORM WEARING!!&lt;br /&gt;7. MORE NOSE-IN-THE-BOOK-FOR-ALMOST-24/7 KINDA ACTIVITY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO! &lt;em&gt;*sarcastically*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Fuck we're sitting for O levels this year.&lt;br /&gt;Damn school for having schools or atleast damn schools for having major exams.&lt;br /&gt;Can't we just live happily ever after?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to all this, &lt;u&gt;Nur Izariana Binte Abdul Hassim&lt;/u&gt; won't be blogging much as he/she needs to concentrate more on his/her studies and whatsoever. He/she apologies for any inconvenience caused. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-77824378589035271?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/77824378589035271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=77824378589035271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/77824378589035271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/77824378589035271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-has-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SV9wXnXuPVI/AAAAAAAAAVY/PzQ4OPv48JU/s72-c/Ladies+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-4303687251363341222</id><published>2008-12-29T22:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:15:31.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Girl ((:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Okay, I went out with &lt;u&gt;S&lt;/u&gt; just now. &lt;br /&gt;And guess what we did?&lt;br /&gt;HOMEWORK!&lt;br /&gt;Waaaahhhh, So rajinn! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Then off to meet &lt;u&gt;Edward&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Treat me to Starbucks. Yay! &lt;br /&gt;And he fell in love.. With his &lt;u&gt;Bella&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;I admit she's pretty. Haha. XD&lt;br /&gt;She got mixed blood. Except for one thing, shrieking voice. &lt;br /&gt;Wooooh! :DD&lt;br /&gt;He made my day. &lt;br /&gt;Thank You, Sucka (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;small&gt;I'm so so sorry. Things have been wild for me and you came in so suddenly at the wrong timing. Today didn't turn out as how you expected it to be. Its my fault. I admit that I was quite silent and really expressionless. I wanted to be hyped with you but things went the other way round. Felt bad for postponing the meet-ups quite a number of times so I just had to go along with today. Guess to you, I made the wrong decision eh? But you did made my day. Irritating in a good way. Haha. Thanks for the treat, for the company through the night and for today. You made me realised how fast the time has passed and soon we won't be meeting each other anymore. You'll be busy with your things and I'll be busy with mine. Today was nice. Really nice. Thanks. I realised that I missed you. Edward Cullen much?? HAHA. [ Sorry, I don't really like you, Edward. Cos you've got thousands of girls running after you. :P ]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVjn3k0T4XI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/kRnJkjT8SKc/s1600-h/SYAHIRAH"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVjn3k0T4XI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/kRnJkjT8SKc/s200/SYAHIRAH" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285229104681181554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color= magenta&gt;HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY, SYAHIRAH !&lt;/font color= magenta&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[This picture is chosen because its filled with numerous expressions :DD ]&lt;br /&gt;May you have a great life ahead and the best birthday ever. &lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-4303687251363341222?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/4303687251363341222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=4303687251363341222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/4303687251363341222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/4303687251363341222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-i-went-out-with-s-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVjn3k0T4XI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/kRnJkjT8SKc/s72-c/SYAHIRAH' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-7366018168533197129</id><published>2008-12-28T22:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:34:32.042+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Then again'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;small&gt; From the way I see things, it looked as though it has turned upside-down. You weren't you anymore. There's so much space between us. I kept asking why but you gave me no reply. The next thing I knew is, you're not talking to me. I received alot of apologies but none of what's been going on in your life. Kept wanting to help you out, but I can't. You can have all the time to pull yourself together; just don't go further apart. I love you still. However, you gave me no chance to tell you how much you meant to me. I wonder if you realised the on-goings between us and also your life. I'm sorry to say that you've changed and that I don't seem to know you anymore. I miss those times when we would just go out and sit around and talk for practically the whole day or just simply walk around and explore those places that are close to us or just go to the tenth floor looking at the sky and make our visions blur. I just wish we could turn back time when you said " I love you " after every sentence. Now I'm just afraid that the feeling would fade away. And since I'm not with you, take care of yourself well because i find it hard to feel you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;u&gt;Firdaus.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;u&gt;Farah.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;u&gt;Firman.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jannah&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;u&gt;HidayahAinAmeenaShahidaSyafiqah.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super super badly!&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;Or whoever.&lt;br /&gt;I need your help in cheering me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-7366018168533197129?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/7366018168533197129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=7366018168533197129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/7366018168533197129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/7366018168533197129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2008/12/from-way-i-see-things-it-looked-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-1187102549184415828</id><published>2008-12-24T22:59:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T17:05:52.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories left behind'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt; ADVANCE NON-COMMISSION OFFICER (ANCO) COURSE 2008 &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJRuyqG8eI/AAAAAAAAATg/nmpNOw1qbkQ/s1600-h/ANCO+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJRuyqG8eI/AAAAAAAAATg/nmpNOw1qbkQ/s200/ANCO+8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283375177173234146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Guess who's the artist? ^^ ; Banner Making &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJRu6JUOYI/AAAAAAAAATY/YYjilIMdpO8/s1600-h/ANCO+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJRu6JUOYI/AAAAAAAAATY/YYjilIMdpO8/s200/ANCO+7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283375179183176066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; I CAN SHUFFLE Y'KNOWW! :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJRurS-_rI/AAAAAAAAATQ/nKA_l5osVAc/s1600-h/ANCO+6"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJRurS-_rI/AAAAAAAAATQ/nKA_l5osVAc/s200/ANCO+6" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283375175197195954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJOxgKFiMI/AAAAAAAAATI/HFHAc_h5n84/s1600-h/ANCO+5"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJOxgKFiMI/AAAAAAAAATI/HFHAc_h5n84/s200/ANCO+5" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283371925211809986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Hidayah, AndySandal &amp; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJOxT8f3EI/AAAAAAAAATA/zbXuDQq9c2o/s1600-h/ANCO+4"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJOxT8f3EI/AAAAAAAAATA/zbXuDQq9c2o/s200/ANCO+4" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283371921933589570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; AndySandal, CharlotteChocolate &amp; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJS0hD1UgI/AAAAAAAAAT4/2ttPnc2Xp1s/s1600-h/DSC01396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJS0hD1UgI/AAAAAAAAAT4/2ttPnc2Xp1s/s200/DSC01396.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283376375040135682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; His Name Is Jackass &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJS0bAu5BI/AAAAAAAAATw/vcrWxgD1GBQ/s1600-h/DSC01393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJS0bAu5BI/AAAAAAAAATw/vcrWxgD1GBQ/s200/DSC01393.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283376373416518674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; She said I look like a guy. O.o &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJS0R-4Z-I/AAAAAAAAATo/4r68ilERBV8/s1600-h/DSC01392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJS0R-4Z-I/AAAAAAAAATo/4r68ilERBV8/s200/DSC01392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283376370992834530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Hizan; I Love You! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJOxQ9jWoI/AAAAAAAAAS4/s__vd5xqyE0/s1600-h/ANCO+3"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJOxQ9jWoI/AAAAAAAAAS4/s__vd5xqyE0/s200/ANCO+3" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283371921132706434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;With Leopards. Jaguars, I'm not a traitor :P&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJOxCkJRPI/AAAAAAAAASw/OtpMupXiiNI/s1600-h/ANCO+2"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJOxCkJRPI/AAAAAAAAASw/OtpMupXiiNI/s200/ANCO+2" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283371917268042994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Geeks &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJOxEgdNAI/AAAAAAAAASo/g8HgNU7SogI/s1600-h/ANCO+1"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJOxEgdNAI/AAAAAAAAASo/g8HgNU7SogI/s200/ANCO+1" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283371917789443074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; When the Geeks got fierce. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJUGcfqWAI/AAAAAAAAAUg/QnhsVjemlNY/s1600-h/Charlotte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJUGcfqWAI/AAAAAAAAAUg/QnhsVjemlNY/s200/Charlotte.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283377782563952642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; CharlotteChocolate :DD &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJUGNdOe6I/AAAAAAAAAUY/hoQadU8BBP8/s1600-h/Blindasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJUGNdOe6I/AAAAAAAAAUY/hoQadU8BBP8/s200/Blindasses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283377778527206306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; He's Blindass 2. Guess who's Blindass 1. ;DD &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJUGBBhb_I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Wga5zFXFDy4/s1600-h/BenjiBENJAMIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJUGBBhb_I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Wga5zFXFDy4/s200/BenjiBENJAMIN.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283377775189782514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; I look like a kid. Right Benji? Heeeeyyyyyyy! (((; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJUGCIJmXI/AAAAAAAAAUI/C4ZFVBJiwWI/s1600-h/Angeline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJUGCIJmXI/AAAAAAAAAUI/C4ZFVBJiwWI/s200/Angeline.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283377775486015858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; ANGELINE! OCs &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJUF7ux2kI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n4Dd6ZFlH9I/s1600-h/Alan+Khoo+oc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJUF7ux2kI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n4Dd6ZFlH9I/s200/Alan+Khoo+oc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283377773768989250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; ALAN! OCs &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJVbMw4CKI/AAAAAAAAAVI/5PeHvAY0bzA/s1600-h/Xiang+Rong+oc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJVbMw4CKI/AAAAAAAAAVI/5PeHvAY0bzA/s200/Xiang+Rong+oc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283379238630066338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; XIANG RONG! OCs &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJVbJt4WBI/AAAAAAAAAVA/peKv6GTgfwg/s1600-h/Shi+Yuan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJVbJt4WBI/AAAAAAAAAVA/peKv6GTgfwg/s200/Shi+Yuan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283379237812197394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; SHI YUAN! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJVa9MdxdI/AAAAAAAAAU4/07OL6c6tyYk/s1600-h/Shelley2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJVa9MdxdI/AAAAAAAAAU4/07OL6c6tyYk/s200/Shelley2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283379234450818514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; SHELLEY! OCs &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJVam4LgiI/AAAAAAAAAUo/BEv0BohAteI/s1600-h/Hubbyblindassocjackass.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJVam4LgiI/AAAAAAAAAUo/BEv0BohAteI/s200/Hubbyblindassocjackass.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283379228460155426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; From Bottom Left; MosesHusband, AlanBlindass2, Xiang RongIdiot, LouisJackass &amp; IzaBlindass 1 &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;There You Go. &lt;br /&gt;The proccesses of ANCO.&lt;br /&gt;See how much we've bonded.&lt;br /&gt;And finally to get separated, its really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started missing each other.&lt;br /&gt;So the only solution was to organise another outing.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we had one.&lt;br /&gt;And we went Bowling and Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;It was super super fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Han Ying Ma'am&lt;/u&gt; followed till 12.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, The Blindasses were good at bowling.&lt;br /&gt;Warning: Don't underestimate us people! &lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. :DD&lt;br /&gt;Saw &lt;u&gt;Marcus Sir&lt;/u&gt; working.&lt;br /&gt;Manager knowww. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" 1 2 3 Greet Sir, 1 2 3, GOOD AFTERNOON SIR! "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA! He gave us a smile with teeth. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, He's working.&lt;br /&gt;You can't expect him to have a chat with us.&lt;br /&gt;Sheeshk.&lt;br /&gt;The common question asked ytd was: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Is this the last outing? No rightttt? "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, toldja we don't like getting separated.&lt;br /&gt;Let's rewind a little;&lt;br /&gt;After Exam day, the Basics were excited to be going home.&lt;br /&gt;But the Advance were stubborn enough not to be leaving till &lt;u&gt;Afiq Sir&lt;/u&gt; gave us counting to leave the school. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I Miss You Guys Already.&lt;br /&gt;XOXO.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shall upload pictures on the outing the next time.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't receive the pictures yet.&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-1187102549184415828?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/1187102549184415828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=1187102549184415828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/1187102549184415828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/1187102549184415828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2008/12/advance-non-commission-officer-anco.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SVJRuyqG8eI/AAAAAAAAATg/nmpNOw1qbkQ/s72-c/ANCO+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-8990026521935903006</id><published>2008-12-21T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:42:48.972+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuck Holidays'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been ages i haven't update my blog. So whatever. I'm super duper packed with SJABs mostly. Ass lah. Haven't had any free time yet eversince school holiday started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see the list;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays started but we had breaching program. Followed by Competition trainings and whatever stuffs that i can't remember at all. ( This shows that i have too much to remember. ) I need to plan for stuffs. Yadaayadaa. Then comes ANCO Course day. Shitty. The next week had course also. Then 4 days to prepare for camp which by the way, had LOTSSA things to buy. Then 5 days camp. After camp, straight away Hospital Duties. DAMN TIRED LAH. And Last Friday i just finished Hospital Duties and yesterday had ANCO for the last time. BNCO had examination. And the ANCO had MOI Recreational. So yeah, absolutely fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaahs, I still haven't done any homework at all. I missed chalet because of camp. I haven't buy school books. Haven't shop for school re-open. Haven't been spending enough time with GFs and &lt;u&gt;Nizar&lt;/u&gt;. I Miss GFs to the bloody core. And i only have 2 more weeks to do all that. &lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt; Fuck holidays. &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. ANCO was super duper gerek. When you have the fun people with you, even the worst can turn out to be good. Unity was in Advance NCO 2008. Jaguars and Leopards was the ONLY 2 groups in ANCO. So you can imagine the pathetic number of people in it. But nvm, we don't need alot of people to get hyped. This bunch was the greatest badge of people ever. We have 7 Blindasses, 1 dumbass, 1 deafass, 1 jackass, 1 abnormal. And i found Sandal(; and 1 Husband and 1 Heyyyyyyyyy((;. Woohoo~! We are all an ass. Haha. Guess what? We are so damn proud that we are waaaaaayyyyy better than the previous ANCO and we exceeded the Officers' expectation. WOOOOOOOOO! Toldja we are gerek. Haaa. We had lots of cryings together, laughter together and some scoldings together. Hahaha. Pork? Porkchop? Wild Boar? HAHAHA! Secrets between us. :DD Someone was brotherly to me and another was Sisterly. Awww, thanks. You gave me the best laughter ever and you took care of me. OUR campfire performance was a blast! And the officers wanted Encore. They had it yesterday. ;DD Coooool. Last day of camp, we made our own songs and dedicated to everyone there. Even the scouts who taught us the survival. Heeee^^. See how appreciative we are :P&lt;br /&gt;I'm already missing the Sirs, Ma'ams, Scouts and the whole course. Instructors, i love you. &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be uploaded soon. &lt;br /&gt;For now, I gotta go. &lt;br /&gt;Need to fetch ABANG!&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;Oh boyyy, Abang, I Miss You.&lt;br /&gt;We haven't see each other for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Busy with camp and you busy with shooting and went overseas. &lt;br /&gt;Damn you. Haaa. I Miss youu laaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; Today i'm irritated with most of the things in a hyper way. So yeah, think people, think! And I'm Daaaaaarrrrrrkkkkkkkk! &lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;Fuckshit.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-8990026521935903006?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/8990026521935903006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=8990026521935903006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/8990026521935903006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/8990026521935903006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-been-ages-i-havent-update-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-5002802025666256003</id><published>2008-12-01T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:58:24.630+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;1. the person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;FarahAmirah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. your relationship with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Baby, Twin Sister, Schoolmate, Classmate, Friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. your 5 impressions of him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, Small, Cute, Fun, Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. the most memorable thing he/she had done for you?&lt;br /&gt;Insult that Bimbo Bitch to the bloody core. We got the reds out of each other. Haha. Funny lah she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. the most memorable thing he/she said to you?&lt;br /&gt;"BIMBOOOOOO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. your lover, a thing he/she has to improve on will be?&lt;br /&gt;Why improve? I love him already without the improvisations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. if he/she become you enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;Turn back time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. (repeat question)&lt;br /&gt;*tooot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. what is it you want to tell him/her now?&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. your overall impression of him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;My Baby Tersayang. Hehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. how do you think ppl around you will feel around you?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever they wanna feel. I'll be me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. the characters you love about yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;I'm strong. LOL! I don't know. I just love Me. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. on the contrary, the characters you hate of yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;Easily influenced, prangai with him, lazyyy no.1, blame whatever that is around me when i got mad. Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. the most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;Me. I have my own style, So deal with it. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. for people that care and like you, say something to them.&lt;br /&gt;I Love You people. Show me who you are. And I will never let you go nor forget you. Thank you so very much. Mwahs! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;1- Nizar&lt;br /&gt;2- Firdaus&lt;br /&gt;3- Hidayah Umar&lt;br /&gt;4- Ameena&lt;br /&gt;5- Syafiqah&lt;br /&gt;6- Hamizan&lt;br /&gt;7- Azri&lt;br /&gt;8- Suaibah&lt;br /&gt;9- Ain&lt;br /&gt;10- Shahida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. if no. 7 &amp; 10 are together, will that be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;Azri and Shahida.&lt;br /&gt;Both in the clique.&lt;br /&gt;Awkwardddd!&lt;br /&gt;But its okay.&lt;br /&gt;There'll be thriple date. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. what is no.2 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;Firdaus.&lt;br /&gt;Malay, Maths, English, Chem, Phy, Art, Geog, POA, SS.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. when was the last time you had a chat with no. 3?&lt;br /&gt;Hidayah Umar.&lt;br /&gt;Long Time Ago. Few days back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. what kind of music band does no. 8 like?&lt;br /&gt;Suaibah.&lt;br /&gt;Universal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. what is no. 10 doing now?&lt;br /&gt;Shahida.&lt;br /&gt;Computer-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. is no. 7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;Azri.&lt;br /&gt;??? uhhhh, i don't knowwwwwww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. does no. 1 have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;Nizar.&lt;br /&gt;Used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. are no. 1 and 5 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;Nizar &amp; Syafiqah.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. In the clique, baybehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. what colour does no. 4 like?&lt;br /&gt;Ameena.&lt;br /&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. where does no. 9 live?&lt;br /&gt;Ain.&lt;br /&gt;Pasir Ris. The rest, secret. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. have you tried developing feelings for no. 8?&lt;br /&gt;Suaibah.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I love her too much. Ooooh!&lt;br /&gt;I love being crazy with her. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. talk about something for no. 1.&lt;br /&gt;Nizar.&lt;br /&gt;My Sweetest Thang. My Best Damn Thing.&lt;br /&gt;I love you okayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. where is no.2 studying at?&lt;br /&gt;Firdaus.&lt;br /&gt;East Spring Secondary School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. does no. 5 &amp; 9 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;Syafiqah &amp; Ain.&lt;br /&gt;DUHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. what is a hobby of no. 10?&lt;br /&gt;Shahida.&lt;br /&gt;Likes going out. Specific hobby, not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. what is the surname of no. 5?&lt;br /&gt;Syafiqah.&lt;br /&gt;Nur Syafiqah Binte Shafari.&lt;br /&gt;No Surname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. is no. 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;Ameena.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, She's hot though. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. will you woo no. 3?&lt;br /&gt;Hidayah Umar.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yeah Baybehhh!&lt;br /&gt;In fact, she woo-ed!&lt;br /&gt;My Boyfriend! &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. how about no. 7?&lt;br /&gt;Azri??&lt;br /&gt;Nahhh. My boyfriend's bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Giler keper. Awkwardddd. But he's a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. does no. 6 have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Hamizan.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. ((;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, Thank You. &lt;br /&gt;Sorry to whoever that I bad mood with. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. That includes You.&lt;br /&gt;Sayang kau (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BABY, come back soon. You have no idea how much i suffered here. And when i get to talk to you like finally, it turned out this way. I've had enough bad situations. I was hoping you could get me out. But its on the contrary. I'm sorry. I love you very much no matter what. You're not at fault. I cried each night, but waiting for the end of week is like waiting for the world to end. I'm already half dead before you left, and when you're gone, i lost my life. Like what i said to A, Only you can bring the life back in me. I guess you took that away instead of putting it back in. Friends are nice enough to help me get through this. H, A, F, but you think wrongly of them. I'm not scandalous nor flirtatious. What century are you on? Its the 21st by the way. And girls are finally allowed to talk to boys not just because of relationships but as FRIENDS. I'm sorry that i have to hide alot of things from you till you get back. Its only because i love you. But you don't understand me, do you? You forced me. Whatever. I just love you. And i'll take all this as my fault. Therefore, i greatly apologised to you in this public web. I LOVE YOU OKAY &lt;3 &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-5002802025666256003?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/5002802025666256003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=5002802025666256003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/5002802025666256003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/5002802025666256003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2008/12/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-2850738491543980303</id><published>2008-12-01T21:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:45:06.532+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shitty Shit'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LIFE SUCKS RIGHT NOW!&lt;br /&gt;Scouts did SUPERBLY GREAT For Their Competition.&lt;br /&gt;I Shall Upload On That Some Day.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;NIZAR&lt;/u&gt; COME BACK SOON!&lt;br /&gt;I'M DYING HERE!&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU LAAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;Fuck Everything&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Single Thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-2850738491543980303?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/2850738491543980303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=2850738491543980303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/2850738491543980303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/2850738491543980303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-sucks-right-now-scouts-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-5293710842550335036</id><published>2008-11-26T19:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T19:40:04.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday To Me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SS0wvljOj2I/AAAAAAAAASg/WQMAPZ_QCsY/s1600-h/100_3738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SS0wvljOj2I/AAAAAAAAASg/WQMAPZ_QCsY/s200/100_3738.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272924332812570466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color= red&gt;HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY, NUR IZARIANA BINTE ABDUL HASSIM!&lt;/font color= red&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I'm finally 15. &lt;br /&gt;Haha. 15 Newbie.&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayye.&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;u&gt;Nizar&lt;/u&gt; at 8.30am today.&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to meet me so much in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Wanted to be the first person I'll meet on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. We sat around.&lt;br /&gt;And he gave me a present.&lt;br /&gt;Awww, Thank you baby.&lt;br /&gt;But Noooo, I didn't open it on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;It was nicely wrapped.&lt;br /&gt;I planned to open it at 9.35am, the time I was borned.&lt;br /&gt;Heee^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to school. &lt;br /&gt;Met Mr Khan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iza: " Mr Khan, Today my birthday! " [ Tak tahu malu! :D ]&lt;br /&gt;Mr Khan: " Is it? Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you. Later I'll get the boys to sing for you a birthday song. :D "&lt;br /&gt;Iza: [ Oh Gosh! Silent..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went up to meet the rest, andddd..&lt;br /&gt;" HAPPY BIRTHDAY! "&lt;br /&gt;Shouted by Ren Hao. Thanks dude.&lt;br /&gt;He remembered my birthday. &lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I was O.O&lt;br /&gt;The rest stared at me blankly.&lt;br /&gt;What the much?&lt;br /&gt;Haaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, they did Haka.&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, they really did sang me birthday song.&lt;br /&gt;Paiseh much.&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving, Lexis and Ren Hao wished me Happy Birthday again.&lt;br /&gt;Guys, I miss you already. &lt;br /&gt;Seriously, we bonded super duper fast.&lt;br /&gt;Easy to get along with. &lt;br /&gt;Tell me how it goes, kay guys?&lt;br /&gt;First Aid Case were shits of fun laaah!&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;Ismail, Ren Hao, Lexis, Horzet, Hubert, Haziq..&lt;br /&gt;YOU, fun eh kacau orang? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left school, meet up with &lt;u&gt; Nizar&lt;/u&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;Heee^^&lt;br /&gt;Went eHub. &lt;br /&gt;Explore.&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;Met his mum.&lt;br /&gt;Then left.&lt;br /&gt;Walked to beach.&lt;br /&gt;Rained, So we played in the rain!&lt;br /&gt;YAY! Like finally I get the rain!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then sat under the blocks somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;And awwww.&lt;br /&gt;I geddit, You're mine always.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Do you need to repeat it again and again?&lt;br /&gt;Hehhh. &lt;br /&gt;6.30, Homed.&lt;br /&gt;Now bathed, &lt;br /&gt;And its time to partaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to those who wished me.&lt;br /&gt;And more special one to &lt;u&gt;Nizar&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;U gave me what i wanted and therefore, I thank you for that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry about my bad mood today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry. You did not do anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Its just the wrong wind hit me. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks baby. &lt;br /&gt;I got the rain, I got the beach, &amp; I got you.&lt;br /&gt;My 3 wishes that you fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;I Love You.&lt;br /&gt;And the present you gave me is simply lovely.&lt;br /&gt;You're the awesomest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-5293710842550335036?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/5293710842550335036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=5293710842550335036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/5293710842550335036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/5293710842550335036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-15th-birthday-nur-izariana-binte.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SS0wvljOj2I/AAAAAAAAASg/WQMAPZ_QCsY/s72-c/100_3738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-4942639416122544301</id><published>2008-11-20T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T00:43:13.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kill ME'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Okay, 17th was our catch up day.&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Love you &lt;u&gt;Niz&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Homeeee at 10.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay next.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;18th Training.&lt;br /&gt;No big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next.&lt;br /&gt;19th Met &lt;u&gt;N &amp; A&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;I miss you babes&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;We were super duper stoooopid.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;N&lt;/u&gt; was blind!&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I miss 'em.&lt;br /&gt;Went out with &lt;u&gt;N's mum&lt;/u&gt; as well.&lt;br /&gt;After shopping, went &lt;u&gt;N's&lt;/u&gt; crib.&lt;br /&gt;Talked, Gossiped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;A's mum&lt;/u&gt; came along.&lt;br /&gt;One big family!&lt;br /&gt;Haaa.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at around 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SSWSOYubgFI/AAAAAAAAASY/gI-8JVOg4aM/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SSWSOYubgFI/AAAAAAAAASY/gI-8JVOg4aM/s200/Image013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270779714760048722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Natasha looked scary. [ First from Left ] :DD &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SSWSOUP7q4I/AAAAAAAAASQ/zmuS6Q0epDE/s1600-h/DSC06883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SSWSOUP7q4I/AAAAAAAAASQ/zmuS6Q0epDE/s200/DSC06883.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270779713558391682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; AQILAAAAAAH! &lt;3 &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SSWQnhnWlWI/AAAAAAAAASI/iC3lulHFnjk/s1600-h/Torres%27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SSWQnhnWlWI/AAAAAAAAASI/iC3lulHFnjk/s200/Torres%27.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270777947619759458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; NATASHAAAAAA! &lt;3 &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SSWQnQz0c4I/AAAAAAAAASA/yrD3ilFRPO0/s1600-h/Umbrella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SSWQnQz0c4I/AAAAAAAAASA/yrD3ilFRPO0/s200/Umbrella.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270777943108645762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; U M B R E L L A &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SSWQnHXvdcI/AAAAAAAAAR4/n-EBOZWpu1I/s1600-h/BK+fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 171px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SSWQnHXvdcI/AAAAAAAAAR4/n-EBOZWpu1I/s200/BK+fun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270777940574959042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; BK! BK! BK Yummeh! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go training.&lt;br /&gt;Met him instead.&lt;br /&gt;Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what,&lt;br /&gt;we won't be meeting for &lt;strong&gt;28days!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SuckSuckSuck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm leaving tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;At 9.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight And Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;I Love &lt;u&gt;Nizar&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*tears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-4942639416122544301?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/4942639416122544301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=4942639416122544301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/4942639416122544301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/4942639416122544301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-17th-was-our-catch-up-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SSWSOYubgFI/AAAAAAAAASY/gI-8JVOg4aM/s72-c/Image013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-3051051974359389621</id><published>2008-11-17T01:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T01:23:36.784+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 Months Anniversary To n(iza)r'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 10TH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you much more than anyone and even you can ever think of. Hee^^.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you baby for tolerating with my atrocious behaviour up till now. And also for being there for me whenever I need you.&lt;br /&gt;You may not be a Jumper but you did came over as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bad, aren't I? I got you worried all the time. &lt;br /&gt;Sorry boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;You showered me with your love, what more can I ever ask for?&lt;br /&gt;Just like what sister called her guy, You're My Best Damn Thing. &lt;br /&gt;[ Sorry sis. I used your line but do allow me for today okay? &lt;br /&gt;Its a special occasion. Hehh. ]&lt;br /&gt;Everything about you is my priority.&lt;br /&gt;I trust you more than i trust anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;[ I realised that I should, because nothing will work if I don't. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Muhd Nizar Bin Jasmani&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I Love You Too Much &amp; I Miss You.&lt;br /&gt;2Days without you spells my death.&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you today at 2.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;And we shall rock each other out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jyeah mann! Iza is getting cheesy. What can She do? She loves her boyfriend. Nyeahaha! :D&lt;br /&gt;Much Loves;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SeventeenSeventeenSeventeen. ((:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-3051051974359389621?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/3051051974359389621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=3051051974359389621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/3051051974359389621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/3051051974359389621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-10th-i-love-you-much-more-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-4684553719519750545</id><published>2008-11-15T19:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:04:30.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oooohh Boyy.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Things are not always as easy as it looks.&lt;br /&gt;Haa. Okay whatever lah kan. &lt;br /&gt;I feel super tensed these days. &lt;br /&gt;Sorry but what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;Shut up and look at what's gonna happen next?&lt;br /&gt;Fineee.&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday,&lt;br /&gt;Talked to &lt;u&gt;Firdaus&lt;/u&gt; from 9plus to 2am.&lt;br /&gt;From MSN-ing to texting.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Thanks eh dude.&lt;br /&gt;To you bitches, I'm NOT cheating &lt;u&gt;N&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Its just that &lt;u&gt;Firdaus&lt;/u&gt; seems to understand me.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, &lt;u&gt;N&lt;/u&gt; isn't stable himself. &lt;br /&gt;Talking to him now about my stuffs may not be the best idea.&lt;br /&gt;He's not stable.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;u&gt;N&lt;/u&gt;, I'm sorry I doubted you.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, &lt;u&gt;Firdaus&lt;/u&gt; was right. &lt;br /&gt;I am confused.&lt;br /&gt;I am sad.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not always right.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be sad to see me like this.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine, just fine. (:&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Dude, forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think its gonna do any better.&lt;br /&gt;Actually it does, it get rid the stuffs off of me.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Nahh, it's not right.&lt;br /&gt;If he can, why can't I?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I am way stronger than this.&lt;br /&gt;But beware that I may give up soon.&lt;br /&gt;At least once in a while please?&lt;br /&gt;Hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;S&lt;/u&gt;, He Loves you alot. ((:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-4684553719519750545?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/4684553719519750545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=4684553719519750545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/4684553719519750545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/4684553719519750545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-are-not-always-as-easy-as-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-8006445625644563567</id><published>2008-11-14T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:26:00.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blablabla'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;It's late and I'm not asleep yet. &lt;br /&gt;I have to wake up like around 8am. &lt;em&gt;*bitch tone&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Meeting ladies at T3 at 9.30am. &lt;br /&gt;Discuss, Discuss. &lt;br /&gt;Then meeting babies at 11am. &lt;br /&gt;Awwww man! &lt;u&gt;Ain Babyy &amp; Hidayah Babyy&lt;/u&gt; leaving already! &lt;br /&gt;So fast knoww. I miss you babes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, meeting &lt;u&gt;Nizar&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Firdaus&lt;/u&gt; invited go bowling with his GF, and GF's friend, and GF's friend's BF. LOL. But nooo, I'm not close to the GF. Haaa. Sorry. &lt;br /&gt;We shall go Esplanade. YAY! :D &lt;br /&gt;If you readers notice, all this haven't happen yet, but I sound so C O N F I D E N T. &lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Now, I'm chatting with &lt;u&gt;Firdaus&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;And texting &lt;u&gt;Nizar&lt;/u&gt; eventhough he's sleepy. &lt;br /&gt;Challenged him on how long he can stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;How lame is that? Haha. &lt;br /&gt;Sister, 1am- FRIENDS. Hee^^ &lt;br /&gt;Goodnight sleepyheads.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-8006445625644563567?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/8006445625644563567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=8006445625644563567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/8006445625644563567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/8006445625644563567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-late-and-im-not-asleep-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-8493201947324436066</id><published>2008-11-12T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:44:29.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Lazy Today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yay-ness :P'/><title type='text'>LAAAAZZZZZYYYYYY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;big&gt; I'M SUPER LAZY TO UPDATE WHATS BEEN GOING ON!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry readers. &lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hidayah Babyy's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Or &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiqah Babyy's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; bloggie for SENTOSA Outingg, which is on the 11th. &lt;br /&gt;Screamed with Meen, Sha, Fiqah, Hidayah Babies. :D &lt;br /&gt;Thanks GFs for the greatly, extremely, full of excitement day! DOMESTIC TOURIST! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;And on the 10th, I went to school to teach the Scouts again. &lt;br /&gt;Oh BOYYYYY! SUPER DUPER RUPER KUPER FUNNNNN! &lt;br /&gt;I miss the guys there, and I got admirer! Wheeee~ &lt;br /&gt;Today, suppose to go to school again but Mr Khan texted, saying the boys have not finished their campsite so there's no need for our presence there. &lt;br /&gt;OH NO! I miss you guyyyysss fuck badly! &lt;u&gt;"Boyfriend" and my nonsensical victim and my half chinese; half idiot.&lt;/u&gt; especially. &lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, Idiots. Hee^^&lt;br /&gt;I wanna meet you people. We bonded so fast and time jets at 100000000000km per hour. Dammit!&lt;br /&gt;Okaaaayyyy. I wanna talk to Boyfriendd. YAY! ((:&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll change my mind and update on this some other time. &lt;br /&gt;If not, TOO BAD suckers. Cheers! :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt; To You I Vowed&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-8493201947324436066?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/8493201947324436066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=8493201947324436066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/8493201947324436066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/8493201947324436066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2008/11/laaaazzzzzyyyyyy.html' title='LAAAAZZZZZYYYYYY!'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-7138635640896474264</id><published>2008-11-09T00:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T00:46:20.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervous, Good Luck, Nervous, Good Luck :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;7th November '08, I had to go to school to teach Scouts some First Aid. Met my 2 of my ladies at Mac approx 9.20am. See, who arrived first? Heheh. AteAteAte. Had fun with the Scouts. We did horny stuffs and it was entertaining. Haha. We had to prepare them for their upcoming competition. Really hope they'll do well. &lt;u&gt;Ren Hao&lt;/u&gt; piggybacked me for an evacuation test. &lt;u&gt;Haziq&lt;/u&gt; tried to cradle me but he can't. Hmmmm, I'm heavy sehhh. Time to loose more weight. Hahh. &lt;u&gt;Mr Khan&lt;/u&gt; was super nice to buy us Zinger Meal for our lunch, showing us some appreciation. Hehh. Thank You. And we kept calling him " Sir ". Haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then met &lt;u&gt;Hidayah babyy&lt;/u&gt;. Walked around before meeting &lt;u&gt;T&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guy: " Dek ,dek. Boleh mintak tolong tak? "&lt;br /&gt;Iza: " Ape?? "&lt;br /&gt;Guy: " Ade abang kat bawah ni kasi abang $5 untuk mintak nombor korg due. Boleh tak? "&lt;br /&gt;Hidayah: " Huhhhhh??! " (with her face expression yang tak maintain.)&lt;br /&gt;Iza: " Uhhh, Kiter dah ader matair uhhh." (in your face sucker.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;We left the guy. Muahahah! Fuck him laaa. Then we bitched up about him. Lol. I was trying to rewind only with a little twist. I'm gay. Haha. So wonder how'll i reply him if i was gay. HAHAH! Only &lt;u&gt;H babyy&lt;/u&gt; knew. &lt;em&gt;*winks&lt;/em&gt;. &amp;she laughed like hell. Almost choke with her guava. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;u&gt;T&lt;/u&gt; came. &lt;u&gt;N&lt;/u&gt; came along with &lt;u&gt;S and A&lt;/u&gt;. Watched The Coffin. &lt;em&gt;*winks&lt;/em&gt;. :DD At 4pm, make way to Pasir Ris Park with &lt;u&gt;N&lt;/u&gt;. Sit around, watch sunset. Heee. &lt;u&gt;H&amp;T&lt;/u&gt; went there too. Met them before leaving at around 7plus. My things with &lt;u&gt;H babyy&lt;/u&gt; so i had to meet her. Haaa. At beach, we talked and crap and irritate each other to the core. Haaa. Best lah ehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N was super crazy laaaa. I talked Minahrep Language with my boyfriend! Goshhhh. And he did the Matrep's. Huahua. Got 3 English guys and i was like droooling. Hahaha. &lt;u&gt;N&lt;/u&gt; was damn jealous and he start to sulk but it doesn't last long. Hehehh. Met &lt;u&gt;H&amp;T&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;u&gt;H babyy&lt;/u&gt; gave me my thing. Then &lt;u&gt;N&lt;/u&gt; snatched it and ran away with it. Fuck you lah boyfriend. You make me run after you. I tell you, if you don't give it back, imma kill you. Haa. I "cried" to &lt;u&gt;H babyy&lt;/u&gt;, and ofcourse she side me. Hehe. &lt;u&gt;N&lt;/u&gt; had to give back and make me smile again. Awwwwwww. All the way i irritate &lt;u&gt;N&lt;/u&gt;. I called &lt;u&gt;H, Baby&lt;/u&gt; and he was like jealous because i didn't call him baby. &lt;u&gt;H babyy&lt;/u&gt; fed me with her food and when &lt;u&gt;N&lt;/u&gt; wants to, I don't want. HAHAH! Bastard sia &lt;u&gt;Iza&lt;/u&gt;! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then things change, STOMACH CRAMP! DAMMMIT! &lt;u&gt;N&lt;/u&gt; had stomach pain too. Haha. Cute lah he. :P Went inter, bussed home. Even when he already got scolded, he still send me home. Awww. Thank you bf. &amp; sorry because i made you missed your taekwondo training. Sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, went out with family to Airport, Marine Parade and to Raffles City. Sis wanted MAC badly. So we had to, just had to follow her. Bleahs. I was damn tired siaaa. Hmph. And now, i'm back. Arsenal won! And i'm bloody happy right now! Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to school again on Monday at arnd 1pm. Do all the corny &amp; horny stuffs with them again. Haha. Can't wait eventhough it may sound like a drag. But they're the fun batch of people. Hee. Another treat from &lt;u&gt;Mr Khan&lt;/u&gt; coming the way. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I miss Boyfriend like hellshitheavenearth and all the other stuff you can put in. Haaaa! &lt;33 Pictures with him. Boooo! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-7138635640896474264?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/7138635640896474264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=7138635640896474264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/7138635640896474264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/7138635640896474264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2008/11/nervous-good-luck-nervous-good-luck-p.html' title='Nervous, Good Luck, Nervous, Good Luck :P'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-2162090916976265076</id><published>2008-11-05T13:43:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:26:58.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures Do Your Thangg</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I'm not in the mood to talk. So i'll let the pictures to do the lecturing. I'll guide along the way. You'll be seeing alot of cycling and Pasir Ris Beach. Heck, bear with it. Haaa! Cheers. :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28TH OCTOBER 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasir Ris Park with S.&lt;br /&gt;Yeay!&lt;br /&gt;I so need the beach at that time.&lt;br /&gt;After our fun, we went to Hei Sushi for some chinese food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yummeh.&lt;/em&gt; ;D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRFB0RhVL_I/AAAAAAAAAQY/7S_RJhW3ZfU/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRFB0RhVL_I/AAAAAAAAAQY/7S_RJhW3ZfU/s200/Image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265061805685026802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; She just had to write her long name&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRFB0AaiJTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Y7BpZIUxvH0/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRFB0AaiJTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Y7BpZIUxvH0/s200/Image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265061801093113138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Mine was short and sweet. &lt;em&gt;*winks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRFBzrs-GEI/AAAAAAAAAQI/EzOM1Ge-_5k/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRFBzrs-GEI/AAAAAAAAAQI/EzOM1Ge-_5k/s200/Image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265061795533297730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; She wants to beautify her name&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRFBzvueDOI/AAAAAAAAAQA/AWEbdt1M4YY/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRFBzvueDOI/AAAAAAAAAQA/AWEbdt1M4YY/s200/Image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265061796613328098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Alas, i destroyed it. Muahaha!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRFBziXFEoI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ElWOjagCINw/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRFBziXFEoI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ElWOjagCINw/s200/Image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265061793025561218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; She got her revenge by destroying mine. BOO! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRFA40zFM0I/AAAAAAAAAPw/Mj3IAY-2hpo/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRFA40zFM0I/AAAAAAAAAPw/Mj3IAY-2hpo/s200/Image013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265060784362566466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Look at how dirty the beach is. I wanna complain&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRFA439WiVI/AAAAAAAAAPo/_VmOQ0OfngY/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRFA439WiVI/AAAAAAAAAPo/_VmOQ0OfngY/s200/Image020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265060785210952018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Muker nak kene smack. Hah&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRFA4oJmZ5I/AAAAAAAAAPg/Fe8MU5Win60/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRFA4oJmZ5I/AAAAAAAAAPg/Fe8MU5Win60/s200/Image024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265060780967356306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRFA4q7GmbI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VR32oGD7gWo/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRFA4q7GmbI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VR32oGD7gWo/s200/Image026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265060781711858098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRFA4UmN_TI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/SC9vra5tPn4/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRFA4UmN_TI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/SC9vra5tPn4/s200/Image028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265060775718681906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE-p3sN8DI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7W3VJ0qCFm4/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE-p3sN8DI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7W3VJ0qCFm4/s200/Image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265058328417792050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I bathed because i smelled. Hee^^ &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE-p5wkLmI/AAAAAAAAAPA/EndbjiStba8/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE-p5wkLmI/AAAAAAAAAPA/EndbjiStba8/s200/Image014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265058328972897890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE-pwCpBUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wOArWNyJPfM/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE-pwCpBUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wOArWNyJPfM/s200/Image015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265058326364357954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE-Dn2rh6I/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gmf536guw4E/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE-Dn2rh6I/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gmf536guw4E/s200/Image027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265057671331678114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE-DrGDrcI/AAAAAAAAAOo/MVPHV-9CVAU/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE-DrGDrcI/AAAAAAAAAOo/MVPHV-9CVAU/s200/Image028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265057672201481666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE-DXNwfVI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KgrkgYqEVWg/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE-DXNwfVI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KgrkgYqEVWg/s200/Image031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265057666865069394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE-DI1ESSI/AAAAAAAAAOY/BB4lsEgyONo/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE-DI1ESSI/AAAAAAAAAOY/BB4lsEgyONo/s200/Image033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265057663003412770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; I walked on a bike track but cycle on the walking track. Haha.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE-CykvKXI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/9NhvI2iUaBs/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE-CykvKXI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/9NhvI2iUaBs/s200/Image034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265057657029339506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Big foot's foot is really big. Here's the prove. (; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31ST OCTOBER 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went CYCLING with Hidayah.A &amp; Baba. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FunFunFun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE9HPw-YRI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pa0fe25qd0U/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE9HPw-YRI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pa0fe25qd0U/s200/Image036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265056634073145618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Similar bikes. Baba's, Hidayah.A's &amp; Mine.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE7eCLbGsI/AAAAAAAAAOA/kQN4XG5BYx4/s1600-h/Image043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE7eCLbGsI/AAAAAAAAAOA/kQN4XG5BYx4/s200/Image043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265054826539719362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Fuuhh!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE7dr7W6gI/AAAAAAAAAN4/PNfKw7Ej92o/s1600-h/Image044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE7dr7W6gI/AAAAAAAAAN4/PNfKw7Ej92o/s200/Image044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265054820566755842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Hidayah nak step ade hope! Hahaha.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRFHlAkSgTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/A9MzJoQQNPQ/s1600-h/DSC01250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRFHlAkSgTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/A9MzJoQQNPQ/s200/DSC01250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265068140505760050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; She shot me down. Bang! Bang!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE7dq6V2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/kbRHVe64C78/s1600-h/Image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE7dq6V2dI/AAAAAAAAANw/kbRHVe64C78/s200/Image046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265054820294056402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE7dJ1SVwI/AAAAAAAAANo/MiOd8f7kSgM/s1600-h/Image053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE7dJ1SVwI/AAAAAAAAANo/MiOd8f7kSgM/s200/Image053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265054811414484738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Random pic&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE6yuI1y_I/AAAAAAAAANg/gS2MIyEfQwM/s1600-h/Image048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE6yuI1y_I/AAAAAAAAANg/gS2MIyEfQwM/s200/Image048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265054082425801714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE6yhmSDeI/AAAAAAAAANY/PCGa7919h60/s1600-h/Image049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE6yhmSDeI/AAAAAAAAANY/PCGa7919h60/s200/Image049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265054079059627490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE6yZZZVEI/AAAAAAAAANQ/VFQOHcjW6zc/s1600-h/Image050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE6yZZZVEI/AAAAAAAAANQ/VFQOHcjW6zc/s200/Image050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265054076858094658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; I found this hole. Haaa. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE6yJe7GXI/AAAAAAAAANI/PJaEFlr_l8I/s1600-h/Image051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE6yJe7GXI/AAAAAAAAANI/PJaEFlr_l8I/s200/Image051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265054072586312050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; I could snap them but not myself. Hmph. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1ST NOVEMBER 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLAG-DAY to CYCLING from Tampines to Pasir Ris Beach.&lt;br /&gt;Wooooh~&lt;br /&gt;Starring: S, H.A, H.U, I :DD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE5VUr32kI/AAAAAAAAANA/kKqC8-O2hWM/s1600-h/Image056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE5VUr32kI/AAAAAAAAANA/kKqC8-O2hWM/s200/Image056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265052477865581122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE5VJrQolI/AAAAAAAAAM4/IZKtAJ4CU7o/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE5VJrQolI/AAAAAAAAAM4/IZKtAJ4CU7o/s200/Image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265052474910220882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE3_Axsd4I/AAAAAAAAAMw/UEc7ALk4Jek/s1600-h/Image059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE3_Axsd4I/AAAAAAAAAMw/UEc7ALk4Jek/s200/Image059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265050995052541826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Mate sepet:P &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE3-8EUmGI/AAAAAAAAAMo/OmsKOuyUDpk/s1600-h/Image060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE3-8EUmGI/AAAAAAAAAMo/OmsKOuyUDpk/s200/Image060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265050993788491874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Tanning &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE3-XYeIxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/e7rhxQDcwZY/s1600-h/Image064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE3-XYeIxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/e7rhxQDcwZY/s200/Image064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265050983940891410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE3-GCvO-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/62Z9E7gEows/s1600-h/Image067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRE3-GCvO-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/62Z9E7gEows/s200/Image067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265050979286334434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; The Stars(us) Hehe. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I had my fun for the past few days. And i'm going to have more funs. But i better start studying soon. With all these assholes telling me about Os, now i have to face the biggest shit of everyone's life. Haa. I miss boyfriend. Okaay. Random. Ooh Boy. Let's go Sentosa, babies? Wheee~&lt;br /&gt;SixthSeventhTenthEleventhTwelth. (;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: 1st Countdown: 12more days , 2nd Countdown: 21more days.&lt;br /&gt;YEAAAAY! :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-2162090916976265076?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/2162090916976265076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=2162090916976265076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/2162090916976265076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/2162090916976265076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2008/11/pictures-do-your-thangg.html' title='Pictures Do Your Thangg'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SRFB0RhVL_I/AAAAAAAAAQY/7S_RJhW3ZfU/s72-c/Image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-1462394544947099584</id><published>2008-10-26T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T16:44:48.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more hiding</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Secrets are out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry girls if that hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;But that is the only way.&lt;br /&gt;For you to know these facts about me are simply devastating.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop. &lt;br /&gt;Understand me, please.&lt;br /&gt;If this'll make you hate me, then by all means.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm sure everytime you see me, this thing will pop in your head.&lt;br /&gt;You'll be thinking why the hell i did that.&lt;br /&gt;E3s knew. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;And some were shocked too.&lt;br /&gt;Like F, K, A, U, M especially.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;You heard that i tried to stop him always.&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly it comes back to me.&lt;br /&gt;Surprising.&lt;br /&gt;Heck.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta do what i gotta do.&lt;br /&gt;I knew it all comes with a reason.&lt;br /&gt;Whether you knew it or you don't.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, its between me and myself.&lt;br /&gt;Hell to anyone who crap shit about me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;And i am so sorry if i upset all of you.&lt;br /&gt;I have my reasons.&lt;br /&gt;After knowing it, and you still doubt me, then whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Thats your problem, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;All i know is I love you girls the way it should be.&lt;br /&gt;And i do need you girls for the love, support and understandings.&lt;br /&gt;From all 5 of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-1462394544947099584?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/1462394544947099584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=1462394544947099584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/1462394544947099584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/1462394544947099584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-more-hiding.html' title='No more hiding'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-2948835258668853321</id><published>2008-10-25T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T16:16:24.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E3's Chalet</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; Ytd sent nanny back to her home. &lt;br /&gt;Then after that met cousin at causewaypoint.&lt;br /&gt;Left around 3.50pm. &lt;br /&gt;Bus ride back to Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;Then on the way, Nizar invited me over to his class chalet.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, Ulfah was there too and felt bored.&lt;br /&gt;So i make my lazy way there.&lt;br /&gt;Reached, Ulfah and Yasmin fetched me from outside.&lt;br /&gt;Went in without paying.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;Watched movie, they went swimming then got bored.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't in the mood and felt so irritated with everything and everyone ytd.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Suha, Khai, Amira, Ulfah, Yasmin, Firdaus, I felt better.&lt;br /&gt;Things happen. Small, big.&lt;br /&gt;Lend Suha's sweater. &lt;br /&gt;The night was cold.&lt;br /&gt;Ate at BK, then Khai and Amirah had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;Called daddy, telling him i'll be overnighting.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the beach till 12plus midnight.&lt;br /&gt;Nizar was sitting out there alone while i was with the rest.&lt;br /&gt;Blow a while.&lt;br /&gt;Then joined Niz.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Suha had to leave, she's overnighting with boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Make way to bowling.&lt;br /&gt;Played till about 2am.&lt;br /&gt;Ulfah had to leave for cousin's chalet.&lt;br /&gt;Lend Firdaus' jacket because i was shivering.&lt;br /&gt;Survivors were, Yasmin, Me, Niz, Mizan, Syafiq, Nabil, Firdaus and Shazrin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepak at the benches in the chalet till 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blowblowblow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started to get hungry and went to MacD.&lt;br /&gt;Went back, ate in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.30am, went out with Niz only and slept at the seats under the hut.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Awww, thanks baby. &lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 5.45am and made our way back to the room and slept in there.&lt;br /&gt;Nizar put me to sleep first because i was really tired, then he slept beside me.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again baby.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't sleep quite well because someone on my right and left were talking super loudly.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. And guys, i didn't dead sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I was aware of whatever you were saying, only that i couldn't be bothered. &lt;br /&gt;Hhaha. Firdaus was nice enough to cover me and Nizar with blanket.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks dude. (:&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i woke up, Nizar put me back to sleep with whatever melting ways he could.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. 8.30am woke up, wake the rest of the Malays up and left.&lt;br /&gt;Omg i haven't bathe for one day. Haha. Heck.&lt;br /&gt;Returned Firdaus jacket after using it for one night.&lt;br /&gt;Bus-ed home with him.&lt;br /&gt;Reached doorstep at 9.45am.&lt;br /&gt;Was feeling exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I Love Every Single One of Them.&lt;br /&gt;I Love The Moments We Spent.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Firdaus,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening to my cries.&lt;br /&gt;You really made me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough i just gotta know you but it felt as though i've known you for a long time. We were so open. No hesitant in saying whatever we feel like. And you understood me. Thanks again. She's lucky to have you. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anddd, I Love Nizar the most.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-2948835258668853321?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/2948835258668853321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=2948835258668853321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/2948835258668853321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/2948835258668853321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2008/10/e3s-chalet.html' title='E3&apos;s Chalet'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-2989801026523306043</id><published>2008-10-23T22:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:25:05.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop Till I Drop(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Today was the last day of school.&lt;br /&gt;Awww. So sad.&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast With Teachers, Clean Classroom, Results slips, Photo-taking.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehh.&lt;br /&gt;Its the last time we're gonna use the classroom. &lt;br /&gt;I'll miss my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soobs.&lt;/em&gt; I like the classroom spot.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;The letter Os are stucked in my head, scaring the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;Sheeshk.&lt;br /&gt;Hugged gfs and went home to change.&lt;br /&gt;Met S at 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;MRT-ed to City Hall, then Orchard Road.&lt;br /&gt;Penin and Wisma Atria.&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping baybehh.&lt;br /&gt;Wheee~ &lt;br /&gt;I have new wardrobe now.&lt;br /&gt;Hee^^&lt;br /&gt;Spent like around $70plus.&lt;br /&gt;But that wasn't everything that i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Still got other missions.&lt;br /&gt;To be continued..&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;LOST MY EZLINK CARD.&lt;br /&gt;Together with Nizar's pictures from Sec 2&amp;3.&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;And my Van.Persie as well.&lt;br /&gt;With my Hair Card and Nizar's taekwondo's card.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry baby.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing i took that out from my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;If not, i'll lose everything.&lt;br /&gt;Called daddy to tell him, expecting to get scolded.&lt;br /&gt;But to my surprise, he gave me slumber answers. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks daddy. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRT-ed back to Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;Went Starbucks, Mocha Frap.&lt;br /&gt;Met Shahida.&lt;br /&gt;Sat at CS lift, and stone+camwhored.&lt;br /&gt;Make my way home around 9.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Reached doorstep approx 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SQCHcIZHYAI/AAAAAAAAAKo/HiF2vl74mFw/s1600-h/100_3736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SQCHcIZHYAI/AAAAAAAAAKo/HiF2vl74mFw/s200/100_3736.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260353282127650818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SQCHb3SxFqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/hOLKPOwYza8/s1600-h/100_3735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SQCHb3SxFqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/hOLKPOwYza8/s200/100_3735.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260353277537621666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SQCHbw2bmCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Pg-K8l4DUZ8/s1600-h/100_3734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SQCHbw2bmCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Pg-K8l4DUZ8/s200/100_3734.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260353275808159778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SQCHbj4CJqI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/j-6vsIRRFTE/s1600-h/100_3732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SQCHbj4CJqI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/j-6vsIRRFTE/s200/100_3732.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260353272325220002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SQCHbupnN4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/W8F6coK-EQ4/s1600-h/100_3730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SQCHbupnN4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/W8F6coK-EQ4/s200/100_3730.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260353275217524610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SQCIZtmbfTI/AAAAAAAAALQ/P3kEUhRssqw/s1600-h/100_3743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SQCIZtmbfTI/AAAAAAAAALQ/P3kEUhRssqw/s200/100_3743.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260354340087627058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SQCIZDXHJkI/AAAAAAAAALI/eIaQ3NtuZyc/s1600-h/100_3742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SQCIZDXHJkI/AAAAAAAAALI/eIaQ3NtuZyc/s200/100_3742.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260354328749090370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SQCIY6WVBoI/AAAAAAAAALA/DfflGpvuIAQ/s1600-h/100_3741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SQCIY6WVBoI/AAAAAAAAALA/DfflGpvuIAQ/s200/100_3741.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260354326329886338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SQCIYk4PD0I/AAAAAAAAAK4/QQ3y1MrVopk/s1600-h/100_3738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SQCIYk4PD0I/AAAAAAAAAK4/QQ3y1MrVopk/s200/100_3738.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260354320566521666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SQCIYf84oPI/AAAAAAAAAKw/AEKu1UVPnbI/s1600-h/100_3737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SQCIYf84oPI/AAAAAAAAAKw/AEKu1UVPnbI/s200/100_3737.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260354319243845874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr, Nizar wants to bring me to his chalet.&lt;br /&gt;I'll feel so extra and i told him i don't wanna go.&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet him after his chalet then.&lt;br /&gt;Syazana too asked me to come along. &lt;br /&gt;But nooooo, haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an E3. So why should i be there with thick face?&lt;br /&gt;Haaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddd, I wore Nizar's shirt today. Hee^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Love You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-2989801026523306043?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/2989801026523306043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=2989801026523306043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/2989801026523306043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/2989801026523306043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2008/10/shop-till-i-drop.html' title='Shop Till I Drop(:'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwhXgcEXhjQ/SQCHcIZHYAI/AAAAAAAAAKo/HiF2vl74mFw/s72-c/100_3736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-5338672314312475495</id><published>2008-10-22T15:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:19:45.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; Ytd was a bitch. &lt;br /&gt;I lost my whole batch of moods and i felt like bitching up about everyone. &lt;br /&gt;S hated me like that so she brought me out after school to losen me up. &lt;br /&gt;Hang out with another S and R. Then separated. &lt;br /&gt;Window-shopping and ate till bloated. &lt;br /&gt;My bitchness fluctuates and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;But hell. I don't care. &lt;br /&gt;Lied to boyfriend, saying that i wanted to go home straight after school. &lt;br /&gt;I hurt him. Sorry. &lt;br /&gt;He wanted to send me home but i said no. &lt;br /&gt;Said nicely to him. Yeah, nicely. &lt;br /&gt;Crap, my leg made a huge problem. &lt;br /&gt;My bone was not in its place and everytime i walk, you'll feel it moving and clicking. &lt;br /&gt;Cool or what? Fuck you leggy. It hurts dammit. &lt;br /&gt;Today another sucky day.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't went to sch because had no mood and don't intend to go. &lt;br /&gt;Hell i don't give a damn. &lt;br /&gt;Tmr last day of school and i'll be the happiest girl on earth. &lt;br /&gt;But fuck, i'll be spending time with SJAB stuffs for a very much and very long time.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;Now i've forgotten whether i lost my mood yesterday or was it today? &lt;br /&gt;Crapp. Let me be with myself. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19856587-5338672314312475495?l=necessaryeradication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/feeds/5338672314312475495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19856587&amp;postID=5338672314312475495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/5338672314312475495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19856587/posts/default/5338672314312475495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://necessaryeradication.blogspot.com/2008/10/whatever.html' title='Whatever'/><author><name>Nur Izariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14754600974056555111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19856587.post-6337427730185173378</id><published>2008-10-18T22:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:34:30.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>12.30pm, make my way to meet Syafiq at SAFRA to watch Sporting Advante's soccer match with i-don't-know-who opponent. Haha. Why do i need to know anyway? Haaa. Nizar wanted me to watch so i did. Syafiq left me to sit alone because we ain't talking due to some things that happened at a bad timing. Sorry to Fiq because i pulled him into this. So so sorry. You're a good friend and i thank you for that. In the end, Niz didn't play because of his purest laziness. Best eh main hide-and-seek dengan your team. Haha. Tak nak main punye pasal. So i came just to watch with him, NOT watch him. Haa. Giler. Referee kayuu! The first score was by the opponent. Second score was after the second half by S.A. Followed by the third. The fourth was by opponent which SHOULD NOT be counted because its handball. Final score 2-2. Fcuktart. Injuries as usual but Iza was not to the rescue. Haha. Niz took over. Yeahh baby! Wheee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syafiq brought 2 ladies in after soon. One for himself another for someone. (; Awwww, how sweet. Haha. Have fun yeah. LOL. Okayokay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game, Niz strip off in front of everyone to change. Free-show. LOL. And they just had to turn at me because its my boyfriend doing that. Thanks eh guys especially Wan for shouting, " IZA! AKU TAK TAHU MATAIR KAU MCM GINI! " Hahaha. Ladies had to look the other side. Maksiat lah sehh. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the not-working-out-well meeting, we made our way. Wan was like happy family with Amalina and her 2 brothers. Haha. Barak had to say this, " Wan, kau nak pergi picnic per? Hahaha. Pergi picnic jgn lame2, nak hujan. " Lol. Poor Wan and Amalina. Got disturbed to the max by Dzul, Hamizan and Mubarak. When the 4 went off, Niz and me 28-ed to Tmall because someone had the urge of playing arcade. Played House of dead and i lost, Niz won. Marksman katekan. Menyampah. HAHA! Then the grab-soft-toys thingy which he didn't get anything after 4 tries but was able to get tons of menthos. Haha. His bag was full of this. I said, " U tkkan menang. Bende nie penipu. " Yet, he's stubborn. Then played an aircraft army thingy. All the games are his kind. Army,shooting kinda stuff. Haha. Oh well. This is what happens when you have a boyfriend in NCC and a Marksman. Sheeshk. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then watch House Bunny with him. He payed for me. Awwww. Thanks Niz. Tgk prempuan tak maintain eh Niz. Maksiatt. Hahaha. After the show, we were like super bitchy. Niz turned out to be a gaybitch and i'm just the bitch. Giler lah. He went Best Denki but someone got "scolded" when he played with the machines. Haha. " May i help you? " Slenger. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way, met the one couple we knew, the same one back at the game. (Not Syafiq) Hee. Shall not say the names. Private. Disturbed them and then didn't look at them. Hahah. I faced my back to them on purpose. I'm not gonna watch them do anything. Hahah. Bus-ed home and we were like super noisy. Everytime he took a menthos, i'll take it. Then the next one will confirm be pink. BITCH! Hahahah. Took his shirt home. Hugs&amp;kisses but no Goodbyes. My last word to him was, BITCH! Hahaha. Sorry sorry. Reached doorstep at around 7.45pm. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nizar Baby, with you there won't be sadness at all no matter how big the problems i faced. You make everything goes right. I'm sorry for the things that happened. Today was fun. I've forgotten every bad things happened at my home and yours. Good thing it happened the same day because we can let it go and enjoy together. 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