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What's left?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34205762-6029110130585701533?l=bunnirabit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bunnirabit/~4/If1ni5pM0jY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bunnirabit/~3/If1ni5pM0jY/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nasirah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bunnirabit.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34205762.post-7991111723376617972</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Oct 2011 04:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-30T12:39:19.359+08:00</atom:updated><title>formspring.me</title><description>Ask me anything &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/sirabunni" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/sirabunni&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34205762-7991111723376617972?l=bunnirabit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bunnirabit/~4/7uwHVQ1jxAY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bunnirabit/~3/7uwHVQ1jxAY/formspringme_146.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nasirah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bunnirabit.blogspot.com/2011/10/formspringme_146.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34205762.post-346230042924306319</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Oct 2011 04:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-30T12:37:16.030+08:00</atom:updated><title>formspring.me</title><description>Ask me anything &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/sirabunni" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/sirabunni&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34205762-346230042924306319?l=bunnirabit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bunnirabit/~4/aE4UVVn_vgA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bunnirabit/~3/aE4UVVn_vgA/formspringme_30.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nasirah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bunnirabit.blogspot.com/2011/10/formspringme_30.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34205762.post-4710369871781878874</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Oct 2011 04:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-30T12:36:43.045+08:00</atom:updated><title>formspring.me</title><description>Ask me anything &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/sirabunni" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/sirabunni&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34205762-4710369871781878874?l=bunnirabit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bunnirabit/~4/agdJXN5kix0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bunnirabit/~3/agdJXN5kix0/formspringme.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nasirah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bunnirabit.blogspot.com/2011/10/formspringme.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34205762.post-1078923918095773977</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Oct 2011 16:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-05T00:11:09.587+08:00</atom:updated><title>Sem</title><description>I've not been active on blogging.. Simply because I'm enjoying my holiday too much.. Things I must do for upcoming holiday are as following:~&lt;br /&gt;
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1st -- GET AWAY FROM LAPTOP!&lt;br /&gt;
2nd -- HIDE THE LAPTOP&lt;br /&gt;
3rd -- Spend my time reading&lt;br /&gt;
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4th -- Exercise!&lt;br /&gt;
5th -- Watch TV more often (eg. KBS World, One).... baahahahaa....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, the next holiday is prolly few months away......and school semester starting tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;ahhh~~~~~~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready for schooolllll.........&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;T__T&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/34205762-1078923918095773977?l=bunnirabit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bunnirabit/~4/YHxCJ0dtsGE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bunnirabit/~3/YHxCJ0dtsGE/sem.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nasirah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bunnirabit.blogspot.com/2011/10/sem.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34205762.post-8440509468031776808</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Sep 2011 14:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-18T22:35:00.370+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rant</category><title>Upset.</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K4bqaI4yZ3w/TnYBOzEyfOI/AAAAAAAAAz0/SsGn_sJBTJU/s1600/Photo+on+2011-08-26+at+12.58+%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K4bqaI4yZ3w/TnYBOzEyfOI/AAAAAAAAAz0/SsGn_sJBTJU/s320/Photo+on+2011-08-26+at+12.58+%25232.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When was the last time I update my blog? I'm on a school holiday. School starts on early October. I lost my concession pass that is also my transport card. Yeah, I'm pretty f*** up. Need to report to school about the lost of my concession pass.&lt;br /&gt;
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Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;
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I literally cried almost the whole day because 1st: I need to cancel meeting up with friends, 2nd: I lost my concession pass basically it is the most important card than my cellphone. I can survive without cellphone but not concession pass. This is also means I need to use adult fare which is also means I need to fork out SGD20 for a week for just a transportation! Might as well get a car right?! This is why I need a driving license!&lt;br /&gt;
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Last night, I watched 3 horror movies. Paranormal Activity, The Last Exorcism and The Priest. I didn't watch Final Destination 5 because all of the series are piece of crap.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm most impressed of The Last Exorcism though.&lt;br /&gt;
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And today, I watched X-Men: First Class and Spy Kids 4.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm still upset about what happened today though. ='(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34205762-8440509468031776808?l=bunnirabit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bunnirabit/~4/TRFrVHTChjc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bunnirabit/~3/TRFrVHTChjc/upset.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nasirah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K4bqaI4yZ3w/TnYBOzEyfOI/AAAAAAAAAz0/SsGn_sJBTJU/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-08-26+at+12.58+%25232.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Hougang, Singapore</georss:featurename><georss:point>1.3705415362063353 103.87902143121323</georss:point><georss:box>1.3429145362063353 103.85808293121323 1.3981685362063354 103.89995993121323</georss:box><feedburner:origLink>http://bunnirabit.blogspot.com/2011/09/upset.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34205762.post-273138670222002450</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 Jul 2011 14:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-31T22:35:41.979+08:00</atom:updated><title>What is my best facial feature? Press "ask your followers" to find out yours! =)</title><description>&lt;p class="formspringmeText"&gt;What is my best facial feature? Press "ask your followers" to find out yours! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    Answer &lt;a href="http://4ms.me/nNXP5x"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34205762-273138670222002450?l=bunnirabit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bunnirabit/~4/QS7dfRHDU0I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bunnirabit/~3/QS7dfRHDU0I/what-is-my-best-facial-feature-press.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nasirah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bunnirabit.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-is-my-best-facial-feature-press.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34205762.post-512115849558309725</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Jul 2011 12:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-14T20:49:39.567+08:00</atom:updated><title>Describe your ideal(realistic) future partner:)</title><description>&lt;p class="formspringmeText"&gt;Describe your ideal(realistic) future partner:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    Answer &lt;a href="http://4ms.me/pHh9ng"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34205762-512115849558309725?l=bunnirabit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bunnirabit/~4/Plm3rEYDoas" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bunnirabit/~3/Plm3rEYDoas/describe-your-idealrealistic-future.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nasirah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bunnirabit.blogspot.com/2011/07/describe-your-idealrealistic-future.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34205762.post-636652691556491257</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Jun 2011 16:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-24T00:16:41.117+08:00</atom:updated><title>Updates,</title><description>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lk4uiqeUhtU/TgNlictgNdI/AAAAAAAAAzc/uFLQ9wIoy-4/s1600/270081_10150206743180036_745105035_7211819_3466606_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lk4uiqeUhtU/TgNlictgNdI/AAAAAAAAAzc/uFLQ9wIoy-4/s320/270081_10150206743180036_745105035_7211819_3466606_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;(e..e) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Feel less burden now. BUT, the war isn't over YET. UT2 coming another week more and I need to prepare for it. Okay, I need a break. Really, I'm tired. I need some K-dramas and wash my eyes a bit with K-idols *huhu*.&lt;br /&gt;
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Stress can weaken your immune system therefore prone to illness. I've learned my lesson. (._.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34205762-636652691556491257?l=bunnirabit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bunnirabit/~4/UhDImqo1A1A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bunnirabit/~3/UhDImqo1A1A/updates.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nasirah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lk4uiqeUhtU/TgNlictgNdI/AAAAAAAAAzc/uFLQ9wIoy-4/s72-c/270081_10150206743180036_745105035_7211819_3466606_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bunnirabit.blogspot.com/2011/06/updates.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34205762.post-1448390642163595561</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 May 2011 04:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-25T12:06:18.436+08:00</atom:updated><title>SEE WHAT PEOPLE RATE YOU. | 1. Pretty | 2. I'd marry you | 3. Sweet | 4. Hot | 5. Talkative | 6. Tall | 7. Funny | 8. Fun | 9. Perfect | 10. I love you | 11. Miss you | 12. Retarded | 13. Random | 14. You're the best. | 15. Cute | 16. Awesome :D</title><description>&lt;p class="formspringmeText"&gt;SEE WHAT PEOPLE RATE YOU. | 1. Pretty | 2. I'd marry you | 3. Sweet | 4. Hot | 5. Talkative | 6. Tall | 7. Funny | 8. Fun | 9. Perfect | 10. I love you | 11. Miss you | 12. Retarded | 13. Random | 14. You're the best. | 15. Cute | 16. Awesome :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    Answer &lt;a href="http://4ms.me/mU9ESR"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34205762-1448390642163595561?l=bunnirabit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bunnirabit/~4/TvLHe9rFKgw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bunnirabit/~3/TvLHe9rFKgw/see-what-people-rate-you-1-pretty-2-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nasirah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bunnirabit.blogspot.com/2011/05/see-what-people-rate-you-1-pretty-2-i.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34205762.post-3775828687052019984</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 May 2011 16:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-20T00:15:57.195+08:00</atom:updated><title>...</title><description>Few more weeks to 9th June, my 23th Birthday. Nothing interesting about birthdays, my birthday. People exaggerate birthdays, it annoys me. Exaggerate on birthdays and believe only good things can only happens on one's birthday therefore high expectation, makes one forget 'Humble' &amp;amp; 'Life' means. We can't get what we wants and how we want it to be. If we were to DIE right now at this moment, we'll surely die. So don't be happy if you're intelligent, rich, pretty, having the perfect day.....&amp;nbsp; because one day, in a second, all of those 'gifts' can be taken away.&lt;br /&gt;
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I do not like my birthday. What's the point... I'm going to be alone anyways...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34205762-3775828687052019984?l=bunnirabit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bunnirabit/~4/6AedBXSkfVg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bunnirabit/~3/6AedBXSkfVg/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nasirah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bunnirabit.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34205762.post-100076775489630956</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 May 2011 14:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-03T22:01:16.821+08:00</atom:updated><title>Nina &amp; I</title><description>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dustyreels.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/natalie-portman-black-swan-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="189" src="http://dustyreels.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/natalie-portman-black-swan-3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nina Sayers&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jT7-Zi2oqho/TcAJn3cUEDI/AAAAAAAAAzU/vWp2iB3pY2I/s1600/Photo+on+2011-04-30+at+14.07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jT7-Zi2oqho/TcAJn3cUEDI/AAAAAAAAAzU/vWp2iB3pY2I/s320/Photo+on+2011-04-30+at+14.07.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you guess what Nina Sayers (played by Natalie Portman) and I has in common? No, I don't look like her. Neither do I has mental disorder nor do I can dance ballet.&lt;br /&gt;
What Nina and I has in common? Try guessing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34205762-100076775489630956?l=bunnirabit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bunnirabit/~4/HOjYv8xO2Qo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bunnirabit/~3/HOjYv8xO2Qo/nina-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nasirah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jT7-Zi2oqho/TcAJn3cUEDI/AAAAAAAAAzU/vWp2iB3pY2I/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-04-30+at+14.07.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bunnirabit.blogspot.com/2011/05/nina-i.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34205762.post-8062229627105288005</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Apr 2011 09:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-22T17:37:59.509+08:00</atom:updated><title>Manja (Sept '08 - Sept '10)</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pq3Ol4QDUuY/TbFLnPO-80I/AAAAAAAAAyA/-xr1tqKMOp8/s1600/Photo+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pq3Ol4QDUuY/TbFLnPO-80I/AAAAAAAAAyA/-xr1tqKMOp8/s320/Photo+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss Manja.. I don't think anyone wants to give her back to us.. She's not independent at all.. I wonder where she is..&amp;nbsp; ='(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34205762-8062229627105288005?l=bunnirabit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bunnirabit/~4/8juD-Z6X20k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bunnirabit/~3/8juD-Z6X20k/manja-sept-08-sept-10.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nasirah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pq3Ol4QDUuY/TbFLnPO-80I/AAAAAAAAAyA/-xr1tqKMOp8/s72-c/Photo+1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bunnirabit.blogspot.com/2011/04/manja-sept-08-sept-10.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34205762.post-5122016830458650375</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Apr 2011 17:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-20T01:44:03.020+08:00</atom:updated><title>Some Photos.</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wednesday officially has started and it's my off day. yippie ^^&lt;br /&gt;
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But anyways, I have been having shoulder/neck pain since last week. Any advice anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xMP1-sgWo4g/Ta3Hk6HaMmI/AAAAAAAAAxw/SLdS0A7DmmQ/s1600/Photo+on+2011-04-16+at+19.21+%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xMP1-sgWo4g/Ta3Hk6HaMmI/AAAAAAAAAxw/SLdS0A7DmmQ/s320/Photo+on+2011-04-16+at+19.21+%25232.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The obvious bump on the picture above shows how painful and difficult for me to move my neck. =((&lt;br /&gt;
.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
Also.... My hair has grown.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ICFlYzRURcs/Ta3HqmFk8qI/AAAAAAAAAx0/lACy2Ubxs8U/s1600/Photo+on+2011-04-16+at+18.44+%25234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ICFlYzRURcs/Ta3HqmFk8qI/AAAAAAAAAx0/lACy2Ubxs8U/s320/Photo+on+2011-04-16+at+18.44+%25234.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My hair is officially long! Yaayy!&lt;br /&gt;
Do you know how long it has been for me to wait until my hair grows?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9y2gIfoe58M/Ta3Ht4_Rz7I/AAAAAAAAAx4/P1FoVjtgkQE/s1600/Photo+on+2011-04-16+at+18.45+%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9y2gIfoe58M/Ta3Ht4_Rz7I/AAAAAAAAAx4/P1FoVjtgkQE/s320/Photo+on+2011-04-16+at+18.45+%25232.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JJck5A2iqIM/Ta3Hz9ntaoI/AAAAAAAAAx8/dkK4AUWJH7A/s1600/Photo+on+2011-04-16+at+18.43+%25233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JJck5A2iqIM/Ta3Hz9ntaoI/AAAAAAAAAx8/dkK4AUWJH7A/s320/Photo+on+2011-04-16+at+18.43+%25233.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don't blog that much tonight due to tiredness and honestly I slept for only 3 hours last night but I was able to endure long hour at school with the help of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;
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Until then,&lt;br /&gt;
Signing off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34205762-5122016830458650375?l=bunnirabit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bunnirabit/~4/48h_Ez1FdtM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bunnirabit/~3/48h_Ez1FdtM/some-photos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nasirah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xMP1-sgWo4g/Ta3Hk6HaMmI/AAAAAAAAAxw/SLdS0A7DmmQ/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-04-16+at+19.21+%25232.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bunnirabit.blogspot.com/2011/04/some-photos.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34205762.post-5709385371646142887</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Apr 2011 16:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-20T00:26:11.061+08:00</atom:updated><title>formspring.me</title><description>Ask me anything &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/sirabunni" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/sirabunni&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34205762-5709385371646142887?l=bunnirabit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bunnirabit/~4/nP2jiwFFBq4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bunnirabit/~3/nP2jiwFFBq4/formspringme.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nasirah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bunnirabit.blogspot.com/2011/04/formspringme.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34205762.post-4335720565882692170</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Apr 2011 15:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-19T01:12:58.854+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Outing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Video</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Holiday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Addiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Vacation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Journal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Far East Movement</category><title>Botanical Garden 2010 trip and holidays.</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wasn't be able to upload the video below because I was confused with Blogger's buttons (yes i'm a noob). &lt;br /&gt;
The video below was taken at Botanical Garden Singapore around September 2010 before Year 1 semester 2 started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-da34230a29abe9c9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Part 1&lt;br /&gt;
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Part 2 coming soon (blame blogger -.-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;PS. I want a fairytale wedding!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(EDIT)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is part two on our trip to Botanical. &lt;br /&gt;
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Time pass by quickly. Just a moment ago I viewed Far East Movement's blog and happen to see their blog post on Singapore. When I read "arrived at the sands", I was like "sands? what sands? marina bay sands????". Scrolled down, its MARINA BAY SANDS!!!!! I want to go there! 헐!&lt;br /&gt;
Marina Bay Sands were meant to attract tourist. For tourist but for a typical kiasu Singaporean like me, *want to go there for what? =(( &lt;br /&gt;
What I really really want is the Sampan ride. The Sampan ride is what I'm looking forward at. I guess I'll never get what I want. But it's okay though because we can't get what we want. In life, we can either get this and lost that. For example, I get my heartbroken but I happiness in other way.&lt;br /&gt;
So, back to Far East Movement's blog I visited today, I scrolled down again, I photograph of Sentosa's Beach view *jealous*. 헐! I should have been to Sentosa before school semester start! But I was afraid that my money would go &lt;i&gt;ching chingg&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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But I really want to go though...........&lt;br /&gt;
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I look like a stalker stalking Far East Movement online. huhuhuhuhuhuhuhu. Kidding. I'm not stalking okay? I'm keeping myself update just like any other fans. huhu.&lt;br /&gt;
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PS. I'm afraid of Swans.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xQhzWRgIjs4/Taxws-iq6iI/AAAAAAAAAxs/FYFoL_uO8J0/s1600/DSC01562.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xQhzWRgIjs4/Taxws-iq6iI/AAAAAAAAAxs/FYFoL_uO8J0/s320/DSC01562.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
Signing off. =))&lt;br /&gt;
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*&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; in singlish.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/34205762-4335720565882692170?l=bunnirabit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bunnirabit/~4/DBGmT51UaYc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bunnirabit/~3/DBGmT51UaYc/botanical-garden-part-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nasirah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xQhzWRgIjs4/Taxws-iq6iI/AAAAAAAAAxs/FYFoL_uO8J0/s72-c/DSC01562.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bunnirabit.blogspot.com/2011/04/botanical-garden-part-1.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34205762.post-401206719615901448</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Apr 2011 11:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-17T23:17:24.586+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Prohgress</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Journal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Far East Movement</category><title>Dead and school</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My blog looks dead to the point that I think no one wants to read my blog.. TT&lt;br /&gt;
Nevertheless, I will soon blog more.. Perhaps, since the beginning of year 2 will start tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;
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Since new semester will start tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;
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Need to wake up early again..&lt;br /&gt;
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Need to solve problem every weekdays (wednesday not included because its my off day!!), presentations and reflection journal (as "homework"). But what excites me the most is COFFEE!! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0NJwKc_CcOg/TarKuRn3MhI/AAAAAAAAAxc/h71dF9FAz7A/s1600/DSC02602.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0NJwKc_CcOg/TarKuRn3MhI/AAAAAAAAAxc/h71dF9FAz7A/s320/DSC02602.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coffee is like my addiction. I need coffee to perk myself up.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This coffee addiction isn't new to my friends and family. huhuhuhu ^^&lt;br /&gt;
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Few weeks ago I went to school to configure my macbook. Yes it's the Macbook White but I was given two choice; Macbook White or Macbook Air. For IT (Information Technology) its best to choose Macbook or Macbook pro but 1st older brother said something about Macbook Pro that the manufacturer has change etc (i'm not sure).&lt;br /&gt;
But anyways (back to the topic), I had coffee (!!) while waiting for IT staff to configure the macbook.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bREAsDnbwys/TarM-WUyhlI/AAAAAAAAAxg/tTOp2bDvFE4/s1600/DSC02606.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bREAsDnbwys/TarM-WUyhlI/AAAAAAAAAxg/tTOp2bDvFE4/s320/DSC02606.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Became a 23 years-old happy woman after had my coffee. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Had my coffee at lawn peacefully alone on the sunny day is like a spa treatment (Be jealous to those living in seasonal weather especially Europe. huhuhu. Kidding). ^^&lt;br /&gt;
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During this two months break, I lost and gain weight. Lost weight because I was emotionally unstable but was trying to tough up and cope with the pressure I had and gain back some weight.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pi936H4XTH0/TarTZD_8deI/AAAAAAAAAxo/lQ-vHs6uZE4/s1600/DSC02624.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pi936H4XTH0/TarTZD_8deI/AAAAAAAAAxo/lQ-vHs6uZE4/s320/DSC02624.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before. Lost weight results an obvious V-line face even puffing my cheek looks like of hideous (in my view).&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZFKhs7jtCI/TarHe7m0R1I/AAAAAAAAAxY/jhGyJEYyyl0/s1600/Photo+on+2011-04-16+at+18.46+%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZFKhs7jtCI/TarHe7m0R1I/AAAAAAAAAxY/jhGyJEYyyl0/s320/Photo+on+2011-04-16+at+18.46+%25232.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;After gain some weight.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Today before my older sister (my only sister) went to Sim Lim Square to buy RAM while getting ready, she heard through my earpiece that I was listening to Far East Movement's Like a G6 at Youtube and surprisingly asked, "You listen to that song?!?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Confession: I do.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But instead of answering her question, I went out avoiding her question! hahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I mean, who doesn't listen to Far East Movement? Everyone do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But then I went back into our room and tell her that its because I was observing one of the member in the group that resembled 2nd older brother A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes. The above statement is true.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I guess people are wondering who is the person in the group that resemble our 2nd older brother??&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.exposay.com/celebrity-photos/prohgress-from-far-east-movement-far-east-esuuaK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.exposay.com/celebrity-photos/prohgress-from-far-east-movement-far-east-esuuaK.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, this one.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know why I seems to have this "defensive wall" avoiding from getting caught when people finds out on things or person I like. For example I love k-pop but was in denial when people ask me. Basically I won't admit if I like someone or I love certain music or group. Another example this the one above about sister and I. huhu.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1CLWfUtWN9o/TarPqqqXQcI/AAAAAAAAAxk/nWER9bo8fJA/s1600/Photo+on+2011-04-08+at+20.20+%25234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1CLWfUtWN9o/TarPqqqXQcI/AAAAAAAAAxk/nWER9bo8fJA/s320/Photo+on+2011-04-08+at+20.20+%25234.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Aging woman signing off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34205762-401206719615901448?l=bunnirabit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bunnirabit/~4/sow5_ej4PBA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bunnirabit/~3/sow5_ej4PBA/dead-and-school.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nasirah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0NJwKc_CcOg/TarKuRn3MhI/AAAAAAAAAxc/h71dF9FAz7A/s72-c/DSC02602.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bunnirabit.blogspot.com/2011/04/dead-and-school.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34205762.post-5998147377549399783</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Mar 2011 19:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-28T03:14:16.587+08:00</atom:updated><title>Part two.</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was planning to come over to school for the macbook white's configuration tomorrow (since it's already past midnight, its today) but I think I'll come by on the following day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think when school holiday begins, I'm not a very happy person. Not because rotting at home which I truly don't mind, but of things that has been happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I don't know if what I see with my naked eyes are real. But I guess I need a little faith to know what's real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQ-WJBR67Nc/TY-JAW501XI/AAAAAAAAAxE/FK7KcZTWOJU/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-03-28+at+AM+01.41.57.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQ-WJBR67Nc/TY-JAW501XI/AAAAAAAAAxE/FK7KcZTWOJU/s320/Screen+shot+2011-03-28+at+AM+01.41.57.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Honestly, to actually believe what is real to your naked eyes really hurt. Like a dagger stabbed and buried deep inside my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To chase over a guy seems unladylike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I feel that my heart won't listen to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6pjvlmxjwIk/TY-LnuFcLDI/AAAAAAAAAxI/TQMFO2yV9a0/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-03-28+at+AM+02.33.40.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6pjvlmxjwIk/TY-LnuFcLDI/AAAAAAAAAxI/TQMFO2yV9a0/s320/Screen+shot+2011-03-28+at+AM+02.33.40.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did tell myself to give up on him as its worthless and since it seems like I'm invisible to him but my heart won't listen to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like an idiot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34205762-5998147377549399783?l=bunnirabit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bunnirabit/~4/HkGZ1UbbGZU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bunnirabit/~3/HkGZ1UbbGZU/part-two.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nasirah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQ-WJBR67Nc/TY-JAW501XI/AAAAAAAAAxE/FK7KcZTWOJU/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-03-28+at+AM+01.41.57.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bunnirabit.blogspot.com/2011/03/part-two.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34205762.post-7542374584589159775</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Mar 2011 12:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-17T20:31:46.591+08:00</atom:updated><title>tough.</title><description>I did say that I want to forget him. But it's much difficult and I don't think its possible. This feeling I have for him, what is it? I know I like him but why do I feel hurt (can't breath, sudden shock,etc) when I saw those recent photo of him?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I feel sorry and guilty for him because a weak and stupid girl like me could have like him. I don't think any guys would want a weak and stupid girl to like them either.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don't think it's possible for me to forget him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Really.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;Based on psychological study, a crush only lasts for a maximum of 4 months. If it exceeds, means he/she are already in love.&lt;/blockquote&gt;So, am I in love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34205762-7542374584589159775?l=bunnirabit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bunnirabit/~4/j_hFoZRzNmw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bunnirabit/~3/j_hFoZRzNmw/tough.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nasirah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bunnirabit.blogspot.com/2011/03/tough.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34205762.post-5462866224816973657</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Mar 2011 18:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-02T02:58:26.821+08:00</atom:updated><title>Sorry.</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vbZmUGY-R78/TW08epKx_4I/AAAAAAAAAxA/Wu25BDr3DCg/s1600/Photo+8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vbZmUGY-R78/TW08epKx_4I/AAAAAAAAAxA/Wu25BDr3DCg/s320/Photo+8.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eWMFfkOZ5hs/TW05HADGPII/AAAAAAAAAw8/IcGeQxonekc/s1600/Photo+27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm dumb and I can't use my brain to make decision. I tried and tried.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Honestly, make me cry isn't funny at all. You may find it amusing but I may kick your balls for that. So what are you going to do? Run away? Or avoid me?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I say I may kick your balls means DO NOT RUN AWAY. &lt;br /&gt;
When I say I'm not means I AM.&lt;br /&gt;
When I say I'm okay means I'M NOT OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;
When I'm about to punch you, DODGE MY FIST AND COMFORT ME.&lt;br /&gt;
So when I say I may kick your balls, I FEEL HURT AND I NEED YOUR COMFORT.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Basic Female Language.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The End.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So silence means THE END. I'll take note of it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Although it will be tough for me, maybe 2, 3 or maybe 4 years to completely erase you? If it takes long time for me to completely erase you, I'm truly sorry. Because I think I know how it feels like. I think I'm a pest to you. But please forgive me because I'm just a weak girl.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm really weak. Really. I feel hurt easily, I cry a lot, always sick, got skin allergy and sinus, basically I'm terribly weak. So I'm truly sorry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But please don't get me wrong. I'm not being stubborn. I'm always having really hard to forget. Be it in anything. I have difficulty to forget. So I'm truly sorry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm sorry once again ='{&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34205762-5462866224816973657?l=bunnirabit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bunnirabit/~4/TO08VF0lkE4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bunnirabit/~3/TO08VF0lkE4/sorry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nasirah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vbZmUGY-R78/TW08epKx_4I/AAAAAAAAAxA/Wu25BDr3DCg/s72-c/Photo+8.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bunnirabit.blogspot.com/2011/03/sorry.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34205762.post-7826997575780878427</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Feb 2011 14:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-23T22:43:49.987+08:00</atom:updated><title>Holidays starts a week later for me.</title><description>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HygP4dNN9e0/TWUaE3j7VQI/AAAAAAAAAw0/puaMGIxcpDs/s1600/Photo+28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HygP4dNN9e0/TWUaE3j7VQI/AAAAAAAAAw0/puaMGIxcpDs/s320/Photo+28.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please excuse my awkward position. Was too stress with school that I took photos with awkward pose.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holiday starts a week later for me. Took extra class because they says it will be beneficial for me for year 2. So I thought why not? But when I were in the classes, oh my I know everything. Not everything. But basically, I don't need the class. Actually, the class is useful to sharpen my knowledge but honestly I feel that my brain gets dried up by mid-noon. Might not come on friday and I might take the assessments at home. Seriously I can't take it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dBlHcikplpU/TWUaNmV4lzI/AAAAAAAAAw4/5cszFXhQoFw/s1600/Photo+45.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dBlHcikplpU/TWUaNmV4lzI/AAAAAAAAAw4/5cszFXhQoFw/s320/Photo+45.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Few more days left and I do not need to wake up early. Maybe I might for a walk in the morning (the last time I went for a walk in the morning was last year in an attempt to skip class before I went RP of course). So there. Also I seriously need to change my skincare routine! My skin been reacting to this skincare routine. I already change my cleanser but not toner and moisturizer. Might use the Nature Republic lotion for now. My skin may look "perfect" on camera but honestly, if I do a close-up, people might get shocked (pores problem such as enlarged &amp;amp; clogged, fine lines =&amp;nbsp; 1st sign of aging, saggy skin = lack of collagen generate means I need to sleep early for collagen to produce, etc).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Signing off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34205762-7826997575780878427?l=bunnirabit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bunnirabit/~4/1mqWm2B3knQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bunnirabit/~3/1mqWm2B3knQ/holidays-starts-week-later-for-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nasirah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HygP4dNN9e0/TWUaE3j7VQI/AAAAAAAAAw0/puaMGIxcpDs/s72-c/Photo+28.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bunnirabit.blogspot.com/2011/02/holidays-starts-week-later-for-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34205762.post-3105445729234996040</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Feb 2011 13:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-12T21:05:13.534+08:00</atom:updated><title>How do you handle people who ganged up against you? ='(</title><description>&lt;p class="formspringmeText"&gt;How do you handle people who ganged up against you? ='(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    Answer &lt;a href="http://4ms.me/f8C4kc"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34205762-3105445729234996040?l=bunnirabit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bunnirabit/~4/ke1Izy-uAso" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bunnirabit/~3/ke1Izy-uAso/how-do-you-handle-people-who-ganged-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nasirah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bunnirabit.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-do-you-handle-people-who-ganged-up.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34205762.post-5222761405340814574</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Feb 2011 16:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-07T00:08:40.159+08:00</atom:updated><title>Tests and valentines.</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__lvzIKoBppI/TU7C-44mnUI/AAAAAAAAAww/Qqo-QEhk970/s1600/167177_491314180035_745105035_6159845_2959414_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__lvzIKoBppI/TU7C-44mnUI/AAAAAAAAAww/Qqo-QEhk970/s320/167177_491314180035_745105035_6159845_2959414_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One more week to UT3 (Understanding Test 3) and I haven't study yet. This time I must not study on the last minute. I must prepare them now. April 2011 will mark my 2nd year in RP. Time flies really fast! A year more I'll be in my 3rd year!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A lot of my friends are getting married or at least engaged. How about me? I'm single! Lonelygirl88! I'll be Lonelygirl88 on Valentines! *sarcastic* Piisshh, what's so special about valentines anyway. Valentines should be everyday! Honestly, everyday is like valentines day for me if I were to have a significance other. And I think if we love someone despite on the most unluckiest day that someone can just cheer us up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm looking forward for the holidays so that I wouldn't miss few hours of sleep and morning breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
signing off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34205762-5222761405340814574?l=bunnirabit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bunnirabit/~4/dkHGrUIBhus" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bunnirabit/~3/dkHGrUIBhus/tests-and-valentines.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nasirah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__lvzIKoBppI/TU7C-44mnUI/AAAAAAAAAww/Qqo-QEhk970/s72-c/167177_491314180035_745105035_6159845_2959414_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bunnirabit.blogspot.com/2011/02/tests-and-valentines.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34205762.post-5434320375613187021</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Feb 2011 16:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-02T00:12:22.940+08:00</atom:updated><title>what do you think is my flaw?</title><description>&lt;p class="formspringmeText"&gt;what do you think is my flaw?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    Answer &lt;a href="http://4ms.me/hOHbgE"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34205762-5434320375613187021?l=bunnirabit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/bunnirabit/~4/i1wvIpkY5w0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/bunnirabit/~3/i1wvIpkY5w0/what-do-you-think-is-my-flaw.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nasirah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bunnirabit.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-do-you-think-is-my-flaw.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

