<?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-4193575107722622891</id><updated>2012-01-14T06:04:32.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A whale-y blogger with brains the size of a cell</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193575107722622891.post-7672335052711654708</id><published>2011-12-08T09:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T09:48:17.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Editing</title><content type='html'>This video, for Leo Day is my second ever video. It's almost alike like the last one, but this one was actually tougher to make. Way tougher. I faced tonnes of problems making this video. The ending result of the video wasn't even my first concept. But all was well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy had came to me and Sean to make a video on Leo Day since we produced the last and first Leo video. She had a concept where there were videos of other Leos saying "I'm a Leo" and things like that. I liked the idea so I thought of using it as well, but that was the problem. I didn't have enough videos. And I was off to Singapore for 3 days (good weekend though). And I just learned Adobe Premiere so things started pretty tough. I edited some of the videos in Singapore and on the way to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part, is when I came back, and my email was still empty. Too late to beg around for videos. I just had to change the concept. Since there was a few video, I edited them all in. I found videos that we shot a few months back and it saved my butt! So the videos here are mostly things that ACTUALLY happen behind the serious stuffs when we have a Leo meeting. It's fun though. The videos are actually funny. I edited 30% a week before and the rest in one day for one whole day. Yes. 12 hours. 6 hours of editing. 4 hours of waiting for videos (didn't get any) and 2 hours of finding a new song (because the videos weren't enough) and re-editing them in place. And took me another whole day just for it to upload (stupid Internet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I found love in film making and directing and editing, I didn't really mind. It was a pleasure to make another video. So, success to my second video! I hope to be making more. Thanks to those who helped me out and also supported me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CTKNIDMMW6o?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="420" frameborder="0" height="315"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Although there isn't much writing or directing, all was candid moments and putting them in one video. I would really love to make videos where there is writing needed, ACTUAL directing, intense editing, audio and all. Though there are a few videos coming up for next year. Shot them already. I'm actually honestly really excited to start editing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;LOVESSS (eww. So girly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193575107722622891-7672335052711654708?l=nadyathependek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/7672335052711654708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2011/12/editing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/7672335052711654708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/7672335052711654708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2011/12/editing.html' title='Editing'/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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://img.youtube.com/vi/CTKNIDMMW6o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193575107722622891.post-8898188143442848932</id><published>2011-11-28T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T08:16:18.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refreshhhhhhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>I used to blog. A lot. Then, I fell in love with YouTube. But mostly Wong Fu Productions and other stuffs like that. Now, I am back. And probably start vlogging one day. &amp;gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I'm gone, this post will be very the panjang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Videos and all moving pictures related.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been falling in love with YouTube and Vimeo lately. I just loove the videos. The humorous ones, the touching ones, the inspirational ones. But what I realize in YouTube is that, when you comment on videos, stating whats true or what your opinion is, there will be people out there objecting you and insulting you. If it's not you, then the video. There's minimum appreciation in YouTube. They just want in that way. But in Vimeo on the other hand, though the viral videos aren't as much as YouTube, or you can say, zero viral videos, people don't do that. They accept other peoples opinion, if they don't like what they do, they say it nicely or even help them to be better. Which I think the society in Vimeo are much nicer than in YouTube. But I still love both of them. #opinions #lookwhostalking xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Wong Fu love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, all this while, I have only been focusing on Wong Fu Productions. What can I say? I love them. Their work, the way they think, the way there came here. It's inspiring to me. But what makes me love them the most is that they do it for love, not for fame. And also one of my idols or role model or however you say it. I too, want a film making career. Not a big one, it's just not my type. Something like Wong Fu. Work becomes fun. Tiring but still fun. As of now, I had made only ONE video. Which I am proud of. And a few more a long the way. This is fun. Things that we only dreamt of in our heads, slowly coming true. Not exactly the same, but about the same. Bringing me closer to what I have always imagine of. The benefits of being a dreamer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Breaking Dawn part 1 Review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the movie on the night of the first day of the release. I honestly say that the trailer seemed really interesting to me. But for what I think, is that the trailer showed almost everything in the movie. I find the movie very slow moving for me. It wasn't that bad but I thought it got better towards the end since most of the actions were there. But I honestly say that I am quite excited to see the part 2. Maybe most of the actions are there? I hope so. Not bad though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I like cars. Mostly Volkswagen. And for this, I am only stating one thing, I want to collect the whole series of Volkswagen cars ever made. Every generation, every model. From the first, to the latest. Yes. That is all I want to say. This is my bucket list. Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Zombies and Vampires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone realize that lately there are tonnes of movies and TV series about zombies and vampires? What's going on? But whatever it is, my siblings and I are "ready" for zombie apocalypse. Not really the dead coming to life, but more like a disease that make you go cuckoo and rotten. (Doesn't make sense. I know) I need an RV and a Hummer and a storage of weapons for when the day comes. #toomuchmovies. #hashtags #toomuchtwitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran out of ideas on blogging. Where are the pictures?! Whatever. Just check out my flickr. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193575107722622891-8898188143442848932?l=nadyathependek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/8898188143442848932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2011/11/refreshhhhhhhhhhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/8898188143442848932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/8898188143442848932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2011/11/refreshhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='Refreshhhhhhhhhhhh'/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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-4193575107722622891.post-52504243721275412</id><published>2011-07-26T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T05:41:57.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>I'm not bragging, but I will now admit that I have achieved quite a number of things for the past year. :) I thank God for helping me believe in myself and dare to dream. Dare to dream. :) Alhamdulillah. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193575107722622891-52504243721275412?l=nadyathependek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/52504243721275412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2011/07/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/52504243721275412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/52504243721275412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2011/07/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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-4193575107722622891.post-2265706703789820367</id><published>2011-07-22T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T08:31:49.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My (LEO)VE</title><content type='html'>Recently, as everyone in school knows, Leo Installation just passed. It was the most hectic month I had ever been through but the best. I know it's just a club, but to me, it's much more. I feel accepted and more special when I'm attending general meetings or BOD meetings. The work I volunteer and was given makes me feel like I am needed since most of the time, everyone thinks I can't do anything. I designed the name cards and 2 presentations. And I was the head of photography. Last year, before I even was a Leo member, I was a photographer. It continued on until this year, for the first time ever and much effort and love to it, I am the head photographer. (THANK YOU!) And in conjunction to our 20th anniversary. I made a video movie. A short film. Obviously inspired by Wong Fu Productions. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always listed out things that I want to do or HAVE to do. Film producing and directing was one of them. It took 5 weeks from the first ever BOD meetings until the very last day before the installation for me to shoot. It was all candid. I just needed help with camera work. And ofcourse, I was barely in the video. But it's okay. My first draft and the outcome now was a drastic difference. In my first draft, it took about 7 minutes. Just to show our journey. I added boring photos with a boring song. It's a nice song, actually. Unfortunately, I just made it boring. I was Five for Fighting - Superman. After a week deciding a song, and making new drafts. I just HAD to use The Temper Trap - Sweet Disposition. After all, that song was the thing that give it, the it. It took me DAYS to find a song similar to that genre and very underdog-ish. Mainstream song will only lead the audience to sing a long and things like that. The editing took me weeks! Every new videos I took, I'll edit them in. And it took me a long time to adjust the beat and feel to it. At the end of the day, I only 2 hours of sleep and work from 7am to 7pm. It felt like victory. It wasn't perfect, but it wasn't a fail. Proud of everyone I worked with. :) I don't have much readers on this blog, but I just felt like writing for anyone who bothers to read. Here's my video. :)&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;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hq3TUjEBiN4?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193575107722622891-2265706703789820367?l=nadyathependek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/2265706703789820367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-leove.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/2265706703789820367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/2265706703789820367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-leove.html' title='My (LEO)VE'/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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://img.youtube.com/vi/hq3TUjEBiN4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193575107722622891.post-7520070475991555969</id><published>2011-07-04T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T08:08:17.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Quest for Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LlmOLjJz9lI/ThHWuV2XsDI/AAAAAAAAAz4/NFRYGHel3Zg/s1600/IMG_7565.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LlmOLjJz9lI/ThHWuV2XsDI/AAAAAAAAAz4/NFRYGHel3Zg/s400/IMG_7565.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625513501189976114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;(Picture from Skinnie Magazine's website)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously in love with the Quest Crew right now. I'm so saving my money for their T-shirt and bag. &amp;gt;) HO YEAH.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so tired lately that I take hours of nap. Yes. Okay. I'm already tired typing this. I only have energy to watch the Quest Crew on YouTube. I watch almost ALL the videos related to them. Ryanimay's Assorted Tripe videos are ridiculously hilarious. Love them a lot. I wish I can dance. :/ S'okay. I will one day. Watch me. &amp;gt;) I can do anything. &amp;gt;) Well, trying still counts. xD&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/4193575107722622891-7520070475991555969?l=nadyathependek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/7520070475991555969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-quest-for-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/7520070475991555969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/7520070475991555969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-quest-for-love.html' title='I Quest for Love'/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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/-LlmOLjJz9lI/ThHWuV2XsDI/AAAAAAAAAz4/NFRYGHel3Zg/s72-c/IMG_7565.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193575107722622891.post-1890669852608447598</id><published>2011-06-04T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T08:52:43.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CJQ7I7GZVTE/TepUdd1zPqI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/pc-rapJfua8/s1600/stungun.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 389px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CJQ7I7GZVTE/TepUdd1zPqI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/pc-rapJfua8/s400/stungun.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614392750673968802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hehe. xD Imagine a stun gun that works like a sniper. :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193575107722622891-1890669852608447598?l=nadyathependek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/1890669852608447598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2011/06/hehe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/1890669852608447598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/1890669852608447598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2011/06/hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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/-CJQ7I7GZVTE/TepUdd1zPqI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/pc-rapJfua8/s72-c/stungun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193575107722622891.post-8335527932265602347</id><published>2010-11-04T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T03:24:52.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thousands of Tagged Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TNKJwmFHk6I/AAAAAAAAAx0/DN_VyYyR8pU/s1600/Untitled-8.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TNKJwmFHk6I/AAAAAAAAAx0/DN_VyYyR8pU/s400/Untitled-8.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535638359940502434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TNKJwbmQJjI/AAAAAAAAAxs/nd-ddSuS3NA/s1600/Untitled-7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TNKJwbmQJjI/AAAAAAAAAxs/nd-ddSuS3NA/s400/Untitled-7.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535638357126686258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TNKJvy_YjKI/AAAAAAAAAxk/GPxDigLMjVA/s1600/Untitled-6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TNKJvy_YjKI/AAAAAAAAAxk/GPxDigLMjVA/s400/Untitled-6.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535638346226240674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TNKJvui5ngI/AAAAAAAAAxc/q_QuP4muS2c/s1600/Untitled-5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TNKJvui5ngI/AAAAAAAAAxc/q_QuP4muS2c/s400/Untitled-5.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535638345033031170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TNKJvNmcfRI/AAAAAAAAAxU/IXX7NXqOy6U/s1600/Untitled-4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TNKJvNmcfRI/AAAAAAAAAxU/IXX7NXqOy6U/s400/Untitled-4.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535638336189529362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TNKFN5-R-VI/AAAAAAAAAxM/-8rO1B5yuS4/s1600/Untitled-3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TNKFN5-R-VI/AAAAAAAAAxM/-8rO1B5yuS4/s400/Untitled-3.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535633365938600274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TNKE3RppJlI/AAAAAAAAAxE/LVtfJ6jKgGs/s1600/Untitled-2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TNKE3RppJlI/AAAAAAAAAxE/LVtfJ6jKgGs/s400/Untitled-2.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535632977157498450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TNKEkCToSQI/AAAAAAAAAw8/KjUs05Z6kpA/s1600/Untitled-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TNKEkCToSQI/AAAAAAAAAw8/KjUs05Z6kpA/s400/Untitled-1.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535632646621120770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193575107722622891-8335527932265602347?l=nadyathependek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/8335527932265602347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/11/thousands-of-tagged-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/8335527932265602347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/8335527932265602347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/11/thousands-of-tagged-photos.html' title='Thousands of Tagged Photos'/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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/_W37eGEaMiIY/TNKJwmFHk6I/AAAAAAAAAx0/DN_VyYyR8pU/s72-c/Untitled-8.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193575107722622891.post-2765450003179012150</id><published>2010-10-25T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T03:27:13.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Downplay epic love</title><content type='html'>Today's practice, was different! I had lunch at Pappacafe in Atria with Jia Yuin. Talk talk talk. Then we took our time walking to Yi Qian's house. But Yi Qian wasn't there. No one was there. So I called Sean, he arrived a few minutes later. Then we waited together. Jia Yuin got impatient and climb over into the house. YOU GO GIRL! Then suddenly, the gates opened and Yi Qian opened it form the remote. He was walking with Tze Kwang. Turns out, Tze Kwang is a beginner drummer and he was good!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only changed my kain into my short leggings. I somehow forgotten about my top. HAHA. We didn't really scream a lot today. Practice was perfect! A few tries and everything was perfect. We so rock yo. And then, epic part came. We had a break and Sean was playing Michael Buble on the loudspeaker. He was picking wedding songs. HAHAHHA! Then in one of those songs, he got up the piano chair and went "Let's start practicing! *twirls and jumps*" (Y) His epic face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sang along to Faith Hill's There You'll Be. We had a lot of fun today. Practice usually is very chaos and mental. Driving each other crazy. But today was really chilled. Different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193575107722622891-2765450003179012150?l=nadyathependek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/2765450003179012150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/10/downplay-epic-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/2765450003179012150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/2765450003179012150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/10/downplay-epic-love.html' title='Downplay epic love'/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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-4193575107722622891.post-7992129588316147175</id><published>2010-10-23T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T03:14:42.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Sideways(Fat)</title><content type='html'>I am getting fatter and fatter and fatter. I just don't know what to do. I can't help stopping myself from eating. I do not exercise. Conclusion, I am NOT healthy. I do not wanna be obese and actually be able to really compete in The Biggest Loser Asia. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Yea, I watch too much of it nowadays) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TMK0OjnbsoI/AAAAAAAAAws/u6BvuxCwkYU/s1600/nadya+obese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TMK0OjnbsoI/AAAAAAAAAws/u6BvuxCwkYU/s400/nadya+obese.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531181454536192642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I do not want to end up like that. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, I have been trying my best to avoid sugar. Anything with too much sugar  in it. I have been going to the gym weekly. But I am a lazy gym-er. I cycle for 20 minutes. Sit on the couch for about 20 minutes. Then run for 20 minutes. Which according to my dad, is good enough. But to my mum, it's NOTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Tuesday, I went to the gym with my mum for a change. That was actually like boot camp. She made me run 6.0 for 30 minutes. Lift those thingy's and painful sit ups. Now I know what REAL gym is like. I had never step foot in the gym again after that. For now. I am recovering from a painful phobia. Oh and to top that off, I was actually this close to fall off one of those machines. I. Am. Dumb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck to stay healthy. I don't want to take any risks of diabetes. Heredity. My great grandma died because of it. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193575107722622891-7992129588316147175?l=nadyathependek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/7992129588316147175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/10/growing-sidewaysfat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/7992129588316147175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/7992129588316147175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/10/growing-sidewaysfat.html' title='Growing Sideways(Fat)'/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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/_W37eGEaMiIY/TMK0OjnbsoI/AAAAAAAAAws/u6BvuxCwkYU/s72-c/nadya+obese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193575107722622891.post-7708009089294509148</id><published>2010-10-21T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T07:22:39.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love love love love</title><content type='html'>I love my best friends. I do not know what am I suppose to do without them. All of them. :') Best friends love are all I need. I CAN NOT live without you people. Epic friends, there-for-you friends, laughing friends, all-that friends. I love all of you. YOU complete me. What more can I ask for? Alhamdulillah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193575107722622891-7708009089294509148?l=nadyathependek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/7708009089294509148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/10/love-love-love-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/7708009089294509148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/7708009089294509148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/10/love-love-love-love.html' title='Love love love love'/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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-4193575107722622891.post-621256941668045919</id><published>2010-10-20T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T04:08:33.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TL7NgF3U4HI/AAAAAAAAAwk/zNCv36a39gU/s1600/i+love+you+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TL7NgF3U4HI/AAAAAAAAAwk/zNCv36a39gU/s400/i+love+you+beach.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530083343671287922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I posted it up before, but I wanna repost it up because I am lacking of pictures in my blog and I really like this one. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193575107722622891-621256941668045919?l=nadyathependek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/621256941668045919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-think-i-posted-it-up-before-but-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/621256941668045919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/621256941668045919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-think-i-posted-it-up-before-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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/_W37eGEaMiIY/TL7NgF3U4HI/AAAAAAAAAwk/zNCv36a39gU/s72-c/i+love+you+beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193575107722622891.post-1071608286505875750</id><published>2010-10-20T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T03:24:45.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfectness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate to see you cry lying there in that position.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's things you need to hear so turn off your tears and listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pain throws your heart to the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love turns the whole thing around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, it won't all go the way it should but I know the heart of life is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know it's nothing new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bad news never had good timing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then the circle of your friends will defend the silver lining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pain throws your heart to the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love turns the whole thing around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, it won't all go the way it should but I know the heart of life is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pain throws your heart to the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love turns the whole thing around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fear is a friend who's misunderstood but I know the heart of life is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know it's good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today after a chat with my best friend, Nabilla. I realised of all the things I've went through this year. The good and the bad. I still conclude my life with the fact that life is good. I feel so blessed to realise that. Especially, when suddenly, the song "Heart of Life" started playing in my head. I turned it on my iPhone and heard the lyrics. It's true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're hurt, you always say "I'm heartbroken". Love changes your life and the way you think. Then again, nothing always goes the way you want it to be. There must be something stopping you. But in the end of the day, life is good. No matter how much you hate it right now, this moment, how much you curse your life and you want it to end, life is good. It is perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like where I am right now. No, I don't get what I want. Yes, I am selfish. But I still do try to care. I am blessed to actually see and appreciate my life. I get hurt but I'm going on. I am not breaking down or giving up. I know my strength and I know that I am stronger than this. I may not realise it when I really need to but atleast I know. I'm looking forward for more although I am scared to face certain things. But for now, I am ready. Nobody but yourself is perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193575107722622891-1071608286505875750?l=nadyathependek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/1071608286505875750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/10/perfectness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/1071608286505875750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/1071608286505875750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/10/perfectness.html' title='Perfectness'/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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-4193575107722622891.post-7965414765746382627</id><published>2010-10-19T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T21:59:03.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing stadium accompanied by pretty lights</title><content type='html'>Last night, at 8.30pm sharp, the lights in the stadium shuts off. "PARAMORE'S STARTING!" I ran from the middle of the Rock Zone all the way to the left side of the stage. We managed to stay infront. With the black curtain covering up the stage, laser lights blinking, the guitar played. I screamed, I jumped, I got over excited. And finally, Hayley. They threw down the curtain and there they were, head banging. Hayley's redish orange hair all over the place. It was amazing. They started off with Ignorance and a few other songs, I really can't remember. But I knew 90% of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one performance just hit me the most. The Only Exception. They had light bulbs hanging on the top of their head. Hayley had everyone waving lights up their head. It's like the stars fell on us. I took my iPhone and had it lit on their latest album, Brand New Eyes. Everyone sang along. We can barely hear Hayley, everyone sang along. And I did get quite emotional. I felt it. While waving, I sang as hard as I could, WE sang as hard as we could. My cousin sang, her friends sang, my sister sang, the stranger infront of me sang. "I can't believe we're here". The lights kept on dancing. The most beautiful thing I have ever seen. And when the song ends, THEY, PARAMORE gave us a clap. I saw it in Taylor York's face, he was amazed. I was stunned by the lights and the fact that the whole stadium sang along to it throughout the whole song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people with seating tickets at the back weren't even sitting. They we're standing waving their bodies side to side. I screamed along with my cousin and jumped non-stop. I was so happy that I was this close to crying. They we're worth it. They put up a really good performance. They started on time. 8.30pm. 8.30pm. No, the local band did not come up the stage at 8.30pm, they came up at around 7.30pm. Everything ended with Misery Business. I screamed my lungs out. Our group went bonkers at the side there jumping and head banging. We couldn't stay still. We had the most amazing spot, Hayley was right infront of us. They were really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They HAVE to come back here. HAVE to. And I will not miss it. No, never. They were really really good. Thank you, Izelea for the tickets. It was the most amazing nights ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193575107722622891-7965414765746382627?l=nadyathependek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/7965414765746382627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/10/singing-stadium-accompanied-by-pretty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/7965414765746382627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/7965414765746382627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/10/singing-stadium-accompanied-by-pretty.html' title='Singing stadium accompanied by pretty lights'/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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-4193575107722622891.post-8945649303363386045</id><published>2010-10-16T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T01:29:56.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beep beep'm beep beep, YEAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TLliFB13N7I/AAAAAAAAAwc/DgmJM5Kfn2s/s1600/Picture1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TLliFB13N7I/AAAAAAAAAwc/DgmJM5Kfn2s/s400/Picture1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528557856107214770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it! AHHAHAH! MY PRETTY PENGUIN! Okay. That's all. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193575107722622891-8945649303363386045?l=nadyathependek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/8945649303363386045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/10/beep-beepm-beep-beep-yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/8945649303363386045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/8945649303363386045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/10/beep-beepm-beep-beep-yeah.html' title='Beep beep&apos;m beep beep, YEAH!'/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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/_W37eGEaMiIY/TLliFB13N7I/AAAAAAAAAwc/DgmJM5Kfn2s/s72-c/Picture1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193575107722622891.post-2506638368596170189</id><published>2010-10-15T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T06:54:31.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nabilla Hamidon</title><content type='html'>I've know this pretty mat salleh since like I was 7! It has been 8 years since we became friends and year by year, we become closer and closer. I used to be the same height as her when we were 8, until one day, she hit 165cm and I stayed at 152cm. SHH.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TLhZauhL3FI/AAAAAAAAAv0/TWgd6VS4S9E/s1600/Fat+Sumo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TLhZauhL3FI/AAAAAAAAAv0/TWgd6VS4S9E/s400/Fat+Sumo.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528266858295974994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our conversations? Total crap. We talk crap. Yes, that is why we are close. HAHA. Our conversations leads to nowhere but means more than a gem. She's funny and so very lovable. And she speaks her own language only herself and God can understand. Don't worry, dear. I am still your best friend. Saya sudah hampir fasih memahami percakapan anda.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had NEVER fight. Our fights probably last 5 seconds. That's how awesome we are. Well, there are times we talk serious, but generally, our conversations are just laughable and memorable. I do not know what am I to do without you too. For 8 years I have know you and you have been my best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered when we were in standard 2, there was this virus called SARS. And we both brought plastic bags packed with our lunch, soap, handkercheif and hand sanitizer in it. We sat together and we washed our hands together with soap after that. :') I remember standing beside you during assembly and we compared our heights together. We were the tallest people in class. Until I shrunk and you kept on going and now, you and Tze Kwang make Twin Tower and I stand cute in between both of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're like some nut-so baboons together. And I honestly love you. Well, of course, you're my wife. :P officially on Facebook too. Hehe. Our great imaginations just combine together and we are like Spongebob and Patrick. More like Patrick and Patrick. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TLhcLlGke7I/AAAAAAAAAwU/fsnO0PVjAd0/s1600/spe.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TLhcLlGke7I/AAAAAAAAAwU/fsnO0PVjAd0/s400/spe.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528269896605268914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why am I dressed like that and even if I do, I do not want to tell you. HAHA.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TLhcLAwDAfI/AAAAAAAAAwM/d6lzVlTEB9Q/s1600/werewolf.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TLhcLAwDAfI/AAAAAAAAAwM/d6lzVlTEB9Q/s400/werewolf.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528269886847123954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JENG JENG JEEEEENG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TLhcK53Ee7I/AAAAAAAAAwE/tCpQuNi8zBU/s1600/zombieattack.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 361px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TLhcK53Ee7I/AAAAAAAAAwE/tCpQuNi8zBU/s400/zombieattack.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528269884997532594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TLhcKjdF-fI/AAAAAAAAAv8/ZRFLj_tm1u4/s1600/nabilla+sleep.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TLhcKjdF-fI/AAAAAAAAAv8/ZRFLj_tm1u4/s400/nabilla+sleep.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528269878982998514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you will kill me when you see this, but, HAHHAHAHAH! I LOVE YOU TOO! HAHAHHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193575107722622891-2506638368596170189?l=nadyathependek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/2506638368596170189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/10/nabilla-hamidon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/2506638368596170189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/2506638368596170189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/10/nabilla-hamidon.html' title='Nabilla Hamidon'/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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/_W37eGEaMiIY/TLhZauhL3FI/AAAAAAAAAv0/TWgd6VS4S9E/s72-c/Fat+Sumo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193575107722622891.post-4790182031640926589</id><published>2010-10-15T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T06:34:15.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never one without the other</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"The thing about best friends, they know exactly how you feel when you have no words to describe how you feel". Today, I will blog about my best friend. My best friend's name is Muhammad Zuhairi. I call him Ayi. Hehe. I refuse to call him Zu. But it doesn't really matter. We don't actually call each other by name. We use "dude".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Dude! :D",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Dude, :(",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Dude, ...",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"HAHAH! DUDE!",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"OMG. DUDE!",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Dude, get online",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"DUDE?! You are so cacat!",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Dude, you're so fat",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Dude."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And when I actually do call her by name, it's awkward. I mean him. Sorry dude, you're just so &lt;i&gt;pretty&lt;/i&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TLhGo0FonvI/AAAAAAAAAu0/p0tTDtsJ9_k/s1600/IMG_5870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TLhGo0FonvI/AAAAAAAAAu0/p0tTDtsJ9_k/s400/IMG_5870.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528246209588272882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We're like instant noodles. We're instant best friends. In less than 2 months, we became close and we're always online. Yeah, otherwise I'll text him and make him online. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Ngeh ngeh ngeh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;How did it all started? Well once upon a day, my cousin Izelea was getting her UPSR results and that stalker stalked me and found out that I am Izelea's cousin and Facebook message me asking about her result. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Okay, my first impression was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Who is this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; . Well isn't that obvious. And since then, we had never not talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;WE SO COOL YO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. It's this close to a year since we became best friends. I don't think it even took 2 months for us to be best friends. It was more like a month. I remember going back to Jakarta in December and I texted him the whole day and the last one to said goodbye before I took off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TLhN_jM48VI/AAAAAAAAAu8/ce9GrJmb8UY/s1600/IMG_5890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TLhN_jM48VI/AAAAAAAAAu8/ce9GrJmb8UY/s400/IMG_5890.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528254296773685586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The thing about him that I like the most is that he's a happy-go-lucky dude. He greets me with a cheerful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"DUDE! :D"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"DUDE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. He is always there. I mean always. To him, I bet I became an annoying useless friend for saying "I'll always be there" and not being there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; Who wakes up and calls you middle of the night after you send them a message "I feel like crying! :("?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; I've not been there for him much, I'm pretty useless. And a smile, which I think shows his cheeky personality. I mean like, look at that picture up there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Ignore me. I was trying to be tall and my friend didn't focus on me. -.-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;? It's his picture in my contacts of him. So how am I suppose to reject a call from that happy face even if it's 3.30 in the morning? :O I would feel mean. :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;But dude, trust me, you're strong. We are always stronger than what we think we are and we'll be even stronger if we believe that we are. If you're optimistic, you can see that life is worth it and is very beautiful. We're so lucky to be here. All of these things in life makes us stronger. Trust me, when you realize how far you've jump after that fall, you'll be happier than a baboon flying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So today, after so long he requested a post on him. I am doing it. I am just so thankful to have you as one of my best friends. Dude, I don't know what will I do without you. :'D Awe and cry, dude. I bet this is one of the most touching post of you that anyone had ever made under your request. I know you love me and you'll love me more after reading this post. Oh yeah. :P I love you too, apek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TLhRm7HKYuI/AAAAAAAAAvE/-8C2HTInkSM/s1600/awesome+can+die+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 71px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TLhRm7HKYuI/AAAAAAAAAvE/-8C2HTInkSM/s400/awesome+can+die+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528258271741895394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TLhSLnTuSHI/AAAAAAAAAvU/hvstdrXBxgE/s1600/Picture1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TLhSLnTuSHI/AAAAAAAAAvU/hvstdrXBxgE/s400/Picture1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528258902081030258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? HAHHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TLhTZ37UjiI/AAAAAAAAAvs/xMxnJW5t-7U/s1600/santa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TLhTZ37UjiI/AAAAAAAAAvs/xMxnJW5t-7U/s400/santa2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528260246571879970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember this. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TLhTEnDQErI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JEfphYZt-r8/s1600/Picture11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TLhTEnDQErI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JEfphYZt-r8/s400/Picture11.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528259881264485042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is more of me. Hehe. I don't remember why I drew a broken penis. Looks more like a cherry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TLhSdwB7CPI/AAAAAAAAAvc/ALPpm1JudEA/s1600/Picture6+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TLhSdwB7CPI/AAAAAAAAAvc/ALPpm1JudEA/s400/Picture6+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528259213659932914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I love you too! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193575107722622891-4790182031640926589?l=nadyathependek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/4790182031640926589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/10/never-one-without-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/4790182031640926589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/4790182031640926589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/10/never-one-without-other.html' title='Never one without the other'/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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/_W37eGEaMiIY/TLhGo0FonvI/AAAAAAAAAu0/p0tTDtsJ9_k/s72-c/IMG_5870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193575107722622891.post-2544570166100023856</id><published>2010-10-15T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T04:37:19.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Friday Night</title><content type='html'>Today actually started really boring but I had a lot of fun in the end. 3 Cengal's attendance was only 10/39. Pathetic, I know. We were suppose to combine with 3 Nemesu but we got bored and felt like outsiders. Some of us left to 3 Batai. Some of us went somewhere. So yeah. I was one of them who stayed in 3 Batai. We played Taboo. :') It was fun. I teamed up with Sean. After recess we lepaked for a while and then it was band practice. Well actually, we just jammed today. I borrowed Christy's guitar and we sang songs after songs. :') It was really fun and we just sang whatever song we felt like singing. This is what I love. Wei Ann joined us, we sang Terrified, Just the Way You Are, some remix and I just loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I followed Maisarah to her house and had lunch there with Christy. After that, we walked to Tropicana City Mall. We watch The Switch. It was a really good movie. I loved it. It's funny and cute. It's about best friends in love! Then we talked and lepaked after that in Tutti Frutti. Mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked back to Maisarah's house, took some stuff then left to the park. I felt alive. :) I felt like a kid. I was running around. I was on the see-saw. Christy took out her guitar and played songs as I ran to the swing. With the background Christy and Maisarah singing Impossible, I swung higher and higher. The view was amazing. The sun was getting ready for sunset, the air running opposite me. The trees dancing and birds singing. That moment, I felt so thankful to be able to see that and felt what I felt. I felt so thankful to be one of those few people to see how beautiful this world is and how beautiful life is. Today is a beautiful day. Then we jammed again in the park. We sang The One That Got Away. :) Yumm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love those two people sooooooo much. I have no idea what will I do without them. No really, I don't. I love them soo much. :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193575107722622891-2544570166100023856?l=nadyathependek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/2544570166100023856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/10/last-friday-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/2544570166100023856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/2544570166100023856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/10/last-friday-night.html' title='Last Friday Night'/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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-4193575107722622891.post-7105315287623770486</id><published>2010-10-13T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T08:59:20.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen to the Song Here in My Heart.</title><content type='html'>These past few weeks, actually months, for me was hard. I bury myself with music that lifts up my hopes and gives me confidence. Slow or up beat, it doesn't actually matter. And at those times, is when I lay around the house feeling the rush of music in me. How the song took so much of me just by listening. And there it goes, it hit me. I have this huge heart inside of me made for music. I planned my future with music. Will I be good enough to make other people feel the rush of adrenaline? Will I be good enough to make them feel what I feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then this little girl (me), starts losing hope. It seems so impossible. What's my back up plan? Then, I took my so-called-diary and opened up a new page for my back up plans. I got distracted. Then, CHEESECAKE! I remembered what was it about. Just as I was about to start thinking and write, I remembered, "What happened to big dreaming and being proud of it? What happened to being strong? What happened to me? People are just people, I am the best there is in my world and that is all that matters. I don't live to please others"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am being looked down on not only because of my size but because of the fact that I am a big dreamer. They say dreaming is nothing. You have to work for it. But nothing is worth it without dreaming. Dreamers always gets more. I have support from people. Also by the same people who are looking down on me. They just think "Are you sure? How far can that actually get you?". How can I not be sure? I know what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most probably, I am standing alone. Maybe I actually have support. My chances in doing all these are still invisible to me. But I am not afraid. Life is short and I don't know when will it end. I will continue dreaming. I believe that nothing is impossible for anyone. We are always stronger than what we think we are. The moment you feel like giving up, there won't be any. I AM strong. Otherwise I won't make it here. I am independent. I will dream my own, you don't have to tell me anything. I am the best that I can be and I am proud of what I am. I am proud of who I am. I am not afraid to face the obstacles in life. Bring it on, I am ready. Life is freaking beautiful. All the things that made you fall are the ones that makes you who are and stronger. The best feeling in life is realising how far you have made it up after a hard impact fall. I shouldn't look down on myself. I know my strength. I can do anything as long as I believe. I am proud. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one day, to all those people who actually look down on me, IN YOUR FACE YOOO! Nah, just kidding. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hey it's a blog. I feel like expressing.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193575107722622891-7105315287623770486?l=nadyathependek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/7105315287623770486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/10/listen-to-song-here-in-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/7105315287623770486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/7105315287623770486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/10/listen-to-song-here-in-my-heart.html' title='Listen to the Song Here in My Heart.'/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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-4193575107722622891.post-2527710951683786511</id><published>2010-09-06T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T06:15:31.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clash of the Smartphones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TITncqfgwlI/AAAAAAAAAus/qcKYoUxiihA/s1600/blackberrybold2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TITncqfgwlI/AAAAAAAAAus/qcKYoUxiihA/s400/blackberrybold2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513786323437142610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;VS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TITnWvGtFQI/AAAAAAAAAuk/RoeX1f2JAk4/s1600/iphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TITnWvGtFQI/AAAAAAAAAuk/RoeX1f2JAk4/s400/iphone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513786221596054786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since my Sony Ericsson had been attacked by "devils" which causes it to dial unwanted numbers and text stuffs that I don't want, I started using this "sabun" phone. It lasted only about a month til' it stopped responding to the buttons. Damn. So til' now, I am using my sister's phone and she got fed up with me borrowing it and she wants it back. I need a new phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Smartphones are overrated.A phone is suppose to be a phone. I mean like, calls, texting, MP3. Stuffs like that. It seems so much more simpler and to me, cooler. To me, if you want a smartphone, you HAVE to have a phone. I don't know, to me it's like a back up phone. Like an organizer and stuffs like that. Like a laptop. Well, that's to my opinion. Like I said, since the Sony Ericsson cost about a hundred or two less than a Blackberry, why not just buy a Blackberry with much more functions? But since I want a Blackberry Bold 2, I need to add on a few more hundreds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will contribute a thousand and you contribute me 700. Deal. Okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ehhh! What do I get if I contribute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am your daughter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Blackberry is not worth it la. Why not iPhone?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I admit that the iPhone is super fun. But I just don't like that it's touch screen. I would buy an iPod Touch but not an iPhone. But since my dad is going to pay all of it, maaaaaaaaybe. :D Why did I decide on a Blackberry since I don't like smartphones? Because it has buttons. It's closer to being a phone. iPhone just fail disguising as a phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackberry or iPhone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193575107722622891-2527710951683786511?l=nadyathependek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/2527710951683786511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/09/clash-of-smartphones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/2527710951683786511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/2527710951683786511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/09/clash-of-smartphones.html' title='Clash of the Smartphones'/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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/_W37eGEaMiIY/TITncqfgwlI/AAAAAAAAAus/qcKYoUxiihA/s72-c/blackberrybold2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193575107722622891.post-4667612845903833885</id><published>2010-08-30T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T08:35:03.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna name it Durian!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/THvPdAk6cOI/AAAAAAAAAuU/n2nvVMc2M6A/s1600/durian+john+mayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/THvPdAk6cOI/AAAAAAAAAuU/n2nvVMc2M6A/s400/durian+john+mayer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511226666295914722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This is why we're weirdo best friends. :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193575107722622891-4667612845903833885?l=nadyathependek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/4667612845903833885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-gonna-name-it-durian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/4667612845903833885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/4667612845903833885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-gonna-name-it-durian.html' title='I&apos;m gonna name it Durian!'/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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/_W37eGEaMiIY/THvPdAk6cOI/AAAAAAAAAuU/n2nvVMc2M6A/s72-c/durian+john+mayer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193575107722622891.post-1623873592004429085</id><published>2010-08-30T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T08:05:48.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Brains, brains, brains"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/THvEGZ0L-mI/AAAAAAAAAtk/9IOeE3Vlvi0/s1600/zombie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 380px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/THvEGZ0L-mI/AAAAAAAAAtk/9IOeE3Vlvi0/s400/zombie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511214183305968226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;If there was a zombie attack. I'm not sure if I would even survive a second :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/THvEQ0PLLxI/AAAAAAAAAts/cU0whbDXgN8/s1600/zombie+apocalypse.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/THvEQ0PLLxI/AAAAAAAAAts/cU0whbDXgN8/s400/zombie+apocalypse.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511214362197176082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It's a basket. o.o Okay, so when a zombie attacks me, I'll save myself with a basket. Screaming. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/THvHCKR9syI/AAAAAAAAAt0/XhaDT4Mxp_s/s1600/zombie+attack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/THvHCKR9syI/AAAAAAAAAt0/XhaDT4Mxp_s/s400/zombie+attack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511217408951300898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Mhmm! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/THvKSHWtCOI/AAAAAAAAAt8/noZCsyzUAnw/s1600/chris-brown-crawl-+zombie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/THvKSHWtCOI/AAAAAAAAAt8/noZCsyzUAnw/s400/chris-brown-crawl-+zombie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511220981578664162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;If we save ourselves with a basket, then we'll be alive from the zombie apocalypse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;FAIL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/THvLOnTfOhI/AAAAAAAAAuE/qPI-3a2l8yU/s1600/zombie+beach+attack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/THvLOnTfOhI/AAAAAAAAAuE/qPI-3a2l8yU/s400/zombie+beach+attack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511222020947261970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; HAHAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sometimes, I wonder, how do my brains function?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The one million dollar question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Are my brains even functioning? :O &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Credits to Natalie Oh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/THvOZepSycI/AAAAAAAAAuM/S2K-Viws4zk/s1600/brains+of+nadya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/THvOZepSycI/AAAAAAAAAuM/S2K-Viws4zk/s400/brains+of+nadya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511225506136246722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;NYEHEHE! :D GBYE! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193575107722622891-1623873592004429085?l=nadyathependek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/1623873592004429085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/08/brains-brains-brains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/1623873592004429085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/1623873592004429085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/08/brains-brains-brains.html' title='&quot;Brains, brains, brains&quot;'/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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/_W37eGEaMiIY/THvEGZ0L-mI/AAAAAAAAAtk/9IOeE3Vlvi0/s72-c/zombie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193575107722622891.post-6391406156635652316</id><published>2010-08-28T07:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T07:35:54.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;OBLADI OBLADA LIFE GOES ON BRAH! LALA HOW THE LIFE GOES ON! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193575107722622891-6391406156635652316?l=nadyathependek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/6391406156635652316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/08/obladi-oblada-life-goes-on-brah-lala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/6391406156635652316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/6391406156635652316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/08/obladi-oblada-life-goes-on-brah-lala.html' title=''/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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-4193575107722622891.post-4252122576070163042</id><published>2010-08-27T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T23:30:05.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I need a deep breath. Omg"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imarockstar-nadya.tumblr.com/post/1023948933/inspacefromspace-chrisdrewrappstwice"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Breaking up on air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Click that link :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Well, it leads to my Tumblr. I can't download it, so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This guy dumped his girlfriend on air and she thought he was going to propose to her. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Epic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193575107722622891-4252122576070163042?l=nadyathependek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/4252122576070163042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-need-deep-breath-omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/4252122576070163042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/4252122576070163042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-need-deep-breath-omg.html' title='&quot;I need a deep breath. Omg&quot;'/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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-4193575107722622891.post-261802114463928991</id><published>2010-08-26T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T23:14:21.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I spy a whale online</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wanna see a crazy whale on the loose?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/THdM2AzO-CI/AAAAAAAAAss/68IBtnjkK2A/s1600/IMG_9821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/THdM2AzO-CI/AAAAAAAAAss/68IBtnjkK2A/s400/IMG_9821.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509957159922628642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Ngehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So how's my header? Whale-y enough? I find it off coloured but I don't mind. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"I'm a whale-ster, beautiful whale-ster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/THdU9AEZfrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/vPz6p_28Row/s1600/whale_killer_orca_breach+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/THdU9AEZfrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/vPz6p_28Row/s400/whale_killer_orca_breach+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509966076078292658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I sorta have this thing with whales since I discovered I maybe part whale. I feel so rojaked :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'm like, half &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; and half &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;malay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My skin is fair like some chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My eyes are super round and big and my eye lashes are long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Like an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;indian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;But I am a malay. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I am 1Malaysia myself :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/THdVK8FDm-I/AAAAAAAAAtM/PVbCy6GboEw/s1600/killer-whale1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/THdVK8FDm-I/AAAAAAAAAtM/PVbCy6GboEw/s400/killer-whale1+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509966315525479394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Also, I maybe related to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Aliens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;But I think one part of my relatives are talking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;whales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I think the whale blood runs in me now. :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;But I look so human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Damn, I'm like an alien myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'm a new species of generation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I just found out that maybe, I'm not even human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;:') Life's good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'm off to wonder off around the world now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;GOODBYEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/THdVXqvBUTI/AAAAAAAAAtU/LRwPNF9zWB0/s1600/killer-whale+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/THdVXqvBUTI/AAAAAAAAAtU/LRwPNF9zWB0/s400/killer-whale+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509966534207951154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; You just HAVE to love me ;) Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thank you Google for the whale photos :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193575107722622891-261802114463928991?l=nadyathependek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/261802114463928991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-spy-whale-online.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/261802114463928991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/261802114463928991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-spy-whale-online.html' title='I spy a whale online'/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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/_W37eGEaMiIY/THdM2AzO-CI/AAAAAAAAAss/68IBtnjkK2A/s72-c/IMG_9821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193575107722622891.post-1614705356851770590</id><published>2010-08-26T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T21:30:04.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Constipation by Nadya and Natalie Oh</title><content type='html'>This song is a parody of Lifehouse's You and Me. We had changed it a little from what I did in the earlier post. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What's wrong with?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My stomach's aching and I don't quite feel alright&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't stand up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm crawling to the toilet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel like I am dying&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cause it's you and me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And we're constipating&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just can't poop&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We're stuck in the loo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And we just can't poop&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And we're constipated&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We're glued to the seat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think I know why&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We need to eat more celery&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Something about my poop&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It just don't want to come out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everytime I push it still won't come out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everytime I push I smell methane gas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it's only done till there. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193575107722622891-1614705356851770590?l=nadyathependek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/1614705356851770590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/08/constipation-by-nadya-and-natalie-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/1614705356851770590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/1614705356851770590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/08/constipation-by-nadya-and-natalie-oh.html' title='Constipation by Nadya and Natalie Oh'/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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-4193575107722622891.post-2283865018121417627</id><published>2010-08-25T06:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T07:26:07.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If the world was ruled by me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/THUgBG89t7I/AAAAAAAAAsA/AMwzch4PFiA/s1600/IMG_2732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/THUgBG89t7I/AAAAAAAAAsA/AMwzch4PFiA/s400/IMG_2732.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509344922575943602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;If the world was ruled by me, that picture shall be on every dollar bill in the whole world. The power of the world, ALL MINE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'll make everyone my minions. Naaaaaah. I'm not into ruling the world. I know that if I actually did rule the world, it'll be partying 24/7. Paid party. FOOH! The bigger the party, the higher you are paid. :P Life's good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Darren &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Nadya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This is the worst week ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Same la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My results are like POOP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My results are bad, I lost my phone, pressure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;You okay arh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Aiyo, next week holiday have to study. Not fair clash with my raya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I will study hard on the holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I HAVE RAYA TO CELEBRATE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Wah. You fail PMR for crying, you fail PMR for partying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;:') My life is full of epic people. I honestly can't live without you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/THUjyj3lf3I/AAAAAAAAAsI/Kf6uaMGcmHM/s1600/i+love+myself.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/THUjyj3lf3I/AAAAAAAAAsI/Kf6uaMGcmHM/s400/i+love+myself.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509349070686486386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My goal on losing weight and keeping healthy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Well, here's how it went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;1. I did quite a number of sit up on Saturday and my tummy hurts. OOF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;2. I ate. ALOT. Yum yum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;3. I didn't do any exercises for the past 2 days with the reason "my tummy hurts"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;4. I did eyebrow exercise with Darren and now, my eye brow is so much sexier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;5. I gained 5kg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Conclusion? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Nadya is starting to fail her supposedly daily routine of exercise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Ouch. My eyes. I stumbled upon a picture of Lady Gaga with her face looking like she's doing it. o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/THUkiANT8DI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/qEudruOkBSE/s1600/darth+vader+wedding+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/THUkiANT8DI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/qEudruOkBSE/s400/darth+vader+wedding+dress.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509349885747654706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Isn't this the cutest thing ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;What are the relationships between Nadya and weddings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Nadya likes wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Nadya can't wait to get married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Nadya wants to name her kids Number 1, Number 2, Number 3, Number 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Nadya's future husband will come from Mars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Nadya's future home is underwater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;(Or any other ridiculous answers are acceptable)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;So long people I love. I now shall sing my heart out and make everyone in my neighborhood deaf. NYEHNYEH :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193575107722622891-2283865018121417627?l=nadyathependek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/2283865018121417627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-world-was-ruled-by-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/2283865018121417627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/2283865018121417627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-world-was-ruled-by-me.html' title='If the world was ruled by me'/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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/_W37eGEaMiIY/THUgBG89t7I/AAAAAAAAAsA/AMwzch4PFiA/s72-c/IMG_2732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193575107722622891.post-3559655817169017962</id><published>2010-08-25T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T06:37:24.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's more than just constipation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Inspired by Natalie, I spontaneously made a constipation parody from Lifehouse's You and Me. Just the chorus. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Cause it's you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;And we're constipating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;We're not healthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;We need more fibre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Cause it's you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;And we're on the toilet bowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Trying to poop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;And I now know why,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;I need to eat more celery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I sorta have this thing going on with constipation. Hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193575107722622891-3559655817169017962?l=nadyathependek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/3559655817169017962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/08/theres-more-than-just-constipation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/3559655817169017962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/3559655817169017962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/08/theres-more-than-just-constipation.html' title='There&apos;s more than just constipation'/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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-4193575107722622891.post-5623850200002905281</id><published>2010-08-23T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T06:27:17.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/THJzU3tUSSI/AAAAAAAAArw/pxM9gM8FMms/s1600/sweet_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/THJzU3tUSSI/AAAAAAAAArw/pxM9gM8FMms/s400/sweet_16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508592096616139042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay. I get it your rich, but really, IT'S JUST A PARTY! It's not even a wedding. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"My party is the best ever"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I want that dress"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I want a car"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I HAVE to get in that party"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's just a party. It sounds more like a getting attention party instead of a birthday party. A status party. Pshhhhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay. I admit. I want a sweet 16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My dream sweet 16?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A huge party at A&amp;amp;W with the A&amp;amp;W bear. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why A&amp;amp;W?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since I was a kid, my birthday party was always at A&amp;amp;W. So yeah :) In a way, to remember my childhood and to remind my parents, I am still an awesome 5 year old kid although I am 15. :D I DON'T WANT TO CELEBRATE OLD AGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or maybe I'll just have a gathering with all my favourite people that I can't live without. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;GBYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193575107722622891-5623850200002905281?l=nadyathependek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/5623850200002905281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/08/sweet-16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/5623850200002905281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/5623850200002905281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/08/sweet-16.html' title='Sweet 16'/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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/_W37eGEaMiIY/THJzU3tUSSI/AAAAAAAAArw/pxM9gM8FMms/s72-c/sweet_16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193575107722622891.post-5032700342386334908</id><published>2010-08-22T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T02:18:10.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/THDpk0bxCOI/AAAAAAAAArg/qBz5ugbvoLk/s1600/i+love+you+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/THDpk0bxCOI/AAAAAAAAArg/qBz5ugbvoLk/s400/i+love+you+beach.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508159163033782498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I spontaneously made it last night and I took both of the pictures too :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193575107722622891-5032700342386334908?l=nadyathependek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/5032700342386334908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-spontaneously-made-it-last-night-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/5032700342386334908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/5032700342386334908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-spontaneously-made-it-last-night-and.html' title=''/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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/_W37eGEaMiIY/THDpk0bxCOI/AAAAAAAAArg/qBz5ugbvoLk/s72-c/i+love+you+beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193575107722622891.post-3221084410266395001</id><published>2010-08-22T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T00:06:21.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/THDMRsxIITI/AAAAAAAAArY/dML2qL9rljQ/s1600/you+change+your+life+by+changing+your+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/THDMRsxIITI/AAAAAAAAArY/dML2qL9rljQ/s400/you+change+your+life+by+changing+your+heart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508126948721172786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Sunday! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193575107722622891-3221084410266395001?l=nadyathependek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/3221084410266395001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/3221084410266395001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/3221084410266395001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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/_W37eGEaMiIY/THDMRsxIITI/AAAAAAAAArY/dML2qL9rljQ/s72-c/you+change+your+life+by+changing+your+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193575107722622891.post-8639479893943295099</id><published>2010-08-21T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T22:59:07.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Africa, Indonesia, Kuwait, etc</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Check out the pictures in this Tumblr that my cousin recommended me. Photographs from all the around the world :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://cornersoftheworld.tumblr.com/"&gt;corners of the world&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;CLICK CLICK CLICK! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love Tumblr :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193575107722622891-8639479893943295099?l=nadyathependek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/8639479893943295099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/08/africa-indonesia-kuwait-etc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/8639479893943295099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/8639479893943295099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/08/africa-indonesia-kuwait-etc.html' title='Africa, Indonesia, Kuwait, etc'/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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-4193575107722622891.post-6774145912941664203</id><published>2010-08-21T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T05:33:43.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TG_HX5vaeFI/AAAAAAAAAq4/ntUhoPcfyXc/s1600/firefire+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TG_HX5vaeFI/AAAAAAAAAq4/ntUhoPcfyXc/s400/firefire+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507840082748012626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Something I randomly edited. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193575107722622891-6774145912941664203?l=nadyathependek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/6774145912941664203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/08/something-i-randomly-edited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/6774145912941664203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/6774145912941664203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/08/something-i-randomly-edited.html' title=''/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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/_W37eGEaMiIY/TG_HX5vaeFI/AAAAAAAAAq4/ntUhoPcfyXc/s72-c/firefire+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193575107722622891.post-4716045092198492652</id><published>2010-08-20T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T00:20:31.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I've spend almost the whole afternoon doing that thingy up there on Photoshop. It is VERY frustrating and I was this close to giving up! I'm not a give up person so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I tried with my pictures first. Then I thought, I needed something pinky cause my background is pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; "why the hell is Nadya's background so pink? A. Has she turned into a girly girl? B. IS SHE IN LOVE?! C. Did someone abducted her and replaced her with a pink freak lady?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;No. None of the above. Like I said in my first post, this is the nicest first choice and I am too lazy to find better ones. Hey, pink is a nice colour. It has a nice meaning to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TG96I3acuQI/AAAAAAAAAqA/DN6nC4Q7LRk/s1600/become+your+dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TG96I3acuQI/AAAAAAAAAqA/DN6nC4Q7LRk/s400/become+your+dream.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507755162029832450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of words now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;GBYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193575107722622891-4716045092198492652?l=nadyathependek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/4716045092198492652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/08/photoshop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/4716045092198492652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/4716045092198492652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/08/photoshop.html' title='Photoshop'/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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/_W37eGEaMiIY/TG96I3acuQI/AAAAAAAAAqA/DN6nC4Q7LRk/s72-c/become+your+dream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193575107722622891.post-863920224035380670</id><published>2010-08-20T07:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T07:37:51.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buncit McBun</title><content type='html'>I have a best friend named Ayi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my awesome best friend that I met last year. We're that awesome to be best friends in less than a year. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HOW COOL IS THAT?! HOW COOL IS THAT?!&lt;/span&gt; He is over-perasan, dark, weird and he thinks I have a pregnant woman's tummy. Well, that's the best part of him. His weirdness and happy-go-lucky reminds me of the best in life, "Life's too short to be taken seriously".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I can't describe him by words. None of them fits. He's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;indescribably awesome.&lt;/span&gt; But well, I am always awesome-er than him. :D That makes me even more indescribable. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Your fat&amp;amp;short best friend,&lt;br /&gt;Nadya :P&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/4193575107722622891-863920224035380670?l=nadyathependek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/863920224035380670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/08/buncit-mcbun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/863920224035380670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/863920224035380670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/08/buncit-mcbun.html' title='Buncit McBun'/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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-4193575107722622891.post-3371821401673352812</id><published>2010-08-20T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T07:11:55.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiling Forever :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="216"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eGGt5VoHX_o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eGGt5VoHX_o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="216"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193575107722622891-3371821401673352812?l=nadyathependek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/3371821401673352812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/08/smiling-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/3371821401673352812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/3371821401673352812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/08/smiling-forever.html' title='Smiling Forever :)'/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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-4193575107722622891.post-2434619344495245083</id><published>2010-08-20T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T05:57:46.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TG57jth_NNI/AAAAAAAAAms/OnrOkSfGoT4/s1600/you+have+stolen+my+heart.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W37eGEaMiIY/TG57jth_NNI/AAAAAAAAAms/OnrOkSfGoT4/s320/you+have+stolen+my+heart.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507475247768483026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my Tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://imarockstar-nadya.tumblr.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193575107722622891-2434619344495245083?l=nadyathependek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/2434619344495245083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/08/check-out-my-tumblr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/2434619344495245083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/2434619344495245083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/08/check-out-my-tumblr.html' title=''/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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/_W37eGEaMiIY/TG57jth_NNI/AAAAAAAAAms/OnrOkSfGoT4/s72-c/you+have+stolen+my+heart.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193575107722622891.post-9042185699266668114</id><published>2010-08-20T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T08:48:39.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, I know it's me you're looking for</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I can see it in your eyes, I can see it in your smile"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey yo people who actually reads this blog! I AM BACK&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;(people who used to read my previous blog)&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I now have started blogging again inspired by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natalie Oh Ying Ah&lt;/span&gt;. It's still in the making, so yea. :) Since when I stopped blogging? Since I got lazy and I moved to Tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it's like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blogspot -&gt; Picture blog @ Blogspot -&gt; Tumblr -&gt; Picture blog/blog of my inspiration @ Tumblr -&gt; Blogspot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, it's like that now. It sort of reminds me of the duo I was suppose to perform with Natalie with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natalie + Nadya -&gt; Natalie + Nadya + Sean -&gt; Natalie + Nadya -&gt; We quit -&gt; Natalie + Martin -&gt; Natalie + Martin + Nadya -&gt; Nadya + Martin -&gt; Nadya + Natalie + Martin -&gt; Nadya + Natalie -&gt; Nadya + Natalie + Martin -&gt; Nadya + Natalie -&gt; Nadya + Natalie + Martin -&gt; Nadya + Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell the havoc we have in our band now. But Martin's not in our band. He just have about the same music taste as I do. But I'm more oldies, blues and RnB. Well, trials just ended, I wanna enjoy life for the weekend now and do something about my whale-y tummy. It's getting too whale-y that my shorts feels like it's gonna tear. So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;"&gt;GNIGHT!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes, I still like doing this and I still like it in red. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193575107722622891-9042185699266668114?l=nadyathependek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/feeds/9042185699266668114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-i-know-its-me-youre-looking-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/9042185699266668114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193575107722622891/posts/default/9042185699266668114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadyathependek.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-i-know-its-me-youre-looking-for.html' title='Hello, I know it&apos;s me you&apos;re looking for'/><author><name>nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434756811945910100</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></feed>
