<?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-5296293306896680332</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:41:33.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take it as it is...not.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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that. it kinda turned me on how blunt and honest his reply was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why so random? it came to my mind a few days ago cos of some pictures. and then i saw him today. creeeeepy. oh. i hope he didnt buy that muah chee by the way. friend said they used lard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this entry is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a proper, better paying job too. asap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-7938448743839958172?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/7938448743839958172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=7938448743839958172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the 1st time tonight. just take my heart and fling it across the room. and i thought the confusion'd go away after today. after what you've said. apparently not. not after what you did before we part. they say your eyes are the windows to your soul. i hope my eyes werent traitors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-7044016118973837423?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/7044016118973837423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=7044016118973837423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/7044016118973837423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-6794875691935647865</id><published>2011-03-11T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T23:04:41.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sense of smell. and a jacket.</title><content type='html'>something weird happened. sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this post might not be suitable for those with very very wild imagination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his notes was somehow in his jacket's front pocket. he had his jacket tied around his neck instead of putting it on( ikr, whuttt). and he told me to help me get his notes. i practically wrestled with the frikkin jacket wondering where the toot the paper was hahaha. and hello, i'm not very tall you see, pretty sure the whole situation looked weird. haha. and bcos he insisted, i kept on searching.. and realise in order to take that paper i've to reach all the way..and well, THEN i might just end up groping. and i told him "wth! i'm not putting my hand in." and then eventually, i ended up holding the jacket as he took the paper out (even had the cheek to go "this is how genuises keep their papers" &lt;rolls&gt;) and i couldnt help but took a whiff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's the whole point of my rambling?&lt;br /&gt;i really have a problem with guys who smell good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-6794875691935647865?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/6794875691935647865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-4982000520438161590</id><published>2011-01-28T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T00:35:08.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well. career fair just now was..rather enlightening. thank god i learnt how to shake hands with..erm for lack of a better word, "oomph". HAHA. i remembered shaking a very feeble hand, belonging to a guy in his 20s. yak alah. stupid carrier given has SO huge and heavy, filled with..stuffs. and bcos i really feel bad for making faris carry my stuffs, i KNOW it wasnt light and super bulky, i can almost, almost dismiss the fact that he DIDNT WAIT for me after we alighted from the frikkin bus. pft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna do some readings and hit the sack latest 1.15.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-4982000520438161590?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/4982000520438161590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=4982000520438161590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/4982000520438161590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/4982000520438161590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2011/01/well.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-2530457682896420876</id><published>2011-01-23T16:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T16:49:58.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wonder why sometimes we speak without thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's not that i dont wish to help. i'm considering the consequences seeing how you dont appreciate or even acknowledge any help and you put people in trouble for helping you. seriously. what is wrong with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is wrong with the world too? stop, sit and reflect on what we're doing. are we making the world any better? and stop wasting resources for goodness sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah the irony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-2530457682896420876?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/2530457682896420876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=2530457682896420876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/2530457682896420876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/2530457682896420876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-wonder-why-sometimes-we-speak-without.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-7801573079925453288</id><published>2011-01-15T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T00:10:45.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1st shooting practice just now! just got back, super tired. but last night i was BEYOND DRAINED. 12hours in school and late night 3hour long lecture plus chase for bus up a bloody slope with a bloody  heavy bag is no mean feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. got my air pistol certificate. waiting for the rifle's. woohoo. means i can go to any other shooting/driving range, if it's not exclusive to members, and shoot! chose pistol today. and mine looked like it's been chewed by termites. and the pistol we used were the older version (BOOO) and heavier (double BOOO). it was fun although in the beginning i kinda sucked..haha. i should learn to eat cheaper food. eating frozen yoghurt should NOT be a habit. ughh. hope i'll survive till end of this month w.out shopping. bleah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-7801573079925453288?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/7801573079925453288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=7801573079925453288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/7801573079925453288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/7801573079925453288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2011/01/1st-shooting-practice-just-now-just-got.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-4363536026466007649</id><published>2010-12-31T16:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T17:20:25.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's almost 2011. pull the curtains innn!</title><content type='html'>hello. it's been too long huh? haha.&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo. last day of 2010. i think it's only apt if i highlight things that's been happening this year, good or bad, we'll see as we go along memory lane and bask ourselves with nostalgia. HAHA WTH AM I SAYING. must be lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-2nd sem of 2nd year, i failed a core. and i have never failed anything in a final exam. so it was a huge blow especially since my modular credits and other things were messed up. and i thank my loved ones; families and friends, for the support and encouragement and sweet words. xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 1st sem of 3rd year, i pulled through with 6 modules, 4 cores infact. and passed that dreaded module. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i made tonnes of new friends. kian wee (i'll always experience seismic shaking when i sit next to him haha), tracie (always zoning out when she's not eating), chance, manon, winnie aka seung young, ANASTASIA NICOLE FRANCIS (love you, miss you) and the new staffs at npt tbs, cwp staffs too and oh abbey hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i fell in and out of love with different korean stars HAHAHA. i have yet to paste my 2011 kim hyun joong calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i ate at the foodcourt ALONE. once at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- had my very first SHIRLEY TEMPLE during joy's party, by the poolside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- got my f3 card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- learnt to shoot air rifles and air pistols.. and found out i'm not that bad actually.. heh. and am i suddenly in a cca? until now i question myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- skyped. this year i skyped for the 1st time. and many times. with fitrah when she was in wyoming and nisa when in canada. and joy when we couldnt sleep and just had to talk. haha. (recalls myself saying "ni hao aunty" to her mom lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- shopped online SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- went for pedicures and foot reflexology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- being able to go out and get home late without parents inquisition..most of the times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- shipped over a gift for the 1st time in my life. to usa. heh. loooove the gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- spent a fortune on books this year too. like a LOT. vampire diaries series is one of them...and when i bought the last book, it wasnt cheap then ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- OMG WON A CAMERA DURING TBS D&amp;amp;D! 9th price! took a pic with the previous ceo (i think) mr johnathan price himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- went through some difficulties sometime in october. hur oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i gained weight..how miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- wendy's, manhattan went halal. not helping the abovementioned crisis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sudden influx of family members in facebook.. not necessarily a good thing.. puts me in a dilemma whether to accept lil cuz or elder relatives.. cos ehem ehem.. some contents are not very nice for them to view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SPAIN WON WORLD CUP BAYBEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- fucking rip-off from jean yip. 200 fucking dollars for my hair. which turned out rubbish. stoooooopid, overrated salon. then i was broke for 2 whole months! 1st and last time i visit jeanyip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- come to think of it, i spent quite a lot for my hair this year. treatment 1st time at jean kait (i like), coloured at essensuals by toni and guys ( I LIKE COS GOT LYON, however you spell his name and my stylist helped even out the colour thank you!), cut bangs for 2 frikkin bucks at this shop somewhere and NEVER going back again cos she made me look stupid for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- oh i remember that eyecandy i had at *bucks.. floppy hair, red lappy, pierced left ear. i dont see him anymore though. maybe i scared him away. /shrugs shoulders. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- find myself watchin korean variety shows too. 1n2d to be precise.. from happy sunday i think..i dunno. it helps that lee seung gi is sucha dork. and recently found out he can speak english. marry me la.. just marry me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i turn 21 this year too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- went chinatown and actually enjoyed myself.. cheap dresses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- received complaints 3 days in a row -_-'' tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- bought my very own concealer for the 1st time in my life too. and using it. the reason i bought it is bcos i finally see a reason to use it. my eyebags..OH GOD.. are appalling.. may elderflower do magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- did DIAMOND PEEL! LOVED IT I COULD CRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- threaded forehead. amazing results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- kelly calrkson came to singapore only i couldnt go cos linear algebra2 paper was on that day and noone else was free to accompany me and i didnt manage to win tix from 987 HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- oh, oh!! her guitarist! her goodlooking guitarist! and we exchanged one-lined sentences more than 5 times i think. oh what joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- most probably my last xmas party at nancy's (and d&amp;amp;d) while working at tbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nisa learnt to shop. i didnt influence her this time (: black friday did it. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my mom lost her teeth. oh gosh, should this even be here? haha. nvm mom..help is on the way. haha. in the meantime, hang on eh.. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- aunt got back and we get to celebrate eid together this year. and she was around to wish me on my bday too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i made a music piece for my exam. EHEM EHEM. at least i didnt take a pop/rock song and remiz it with sth else. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- got an A for a history essay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's depressing how i'm highlighting so much things that involves school and studies haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- went party world, karaoke 1st time with fitrah.  got foot massager la siak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- drinking game at ain's party with vims and nisa..and we ended up going to the loo every now and then to pee. and nisa was in another drinking game (major drinking game hahaha) few nights before too. ahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- and as usual, learnt a lot of things.. i lost some things too. but i gained some others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, yet another good year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when life is smooth sailing, and you're having a blast, spare a thought to those in need and never hesitate to help them. but if you forget or are oblivious to the fact that people elsewhere do suffer, He'll shake you up and make you realise. may envy, greed and hatred stay away from us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new year all. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-4363536026466007649?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/4363536026466007649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=4363536026466007649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/4363536026466007649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/4363536026466007649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-almost-2011-pull-curtains-innn.html' title='it&apos;s almost 2011. pull the curtains innn!'/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-9079510625784941925</id><published>2010-06-26T00:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T01:13:11.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this blog is seriously in need of help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the world cup season is here. and i'm up on certain nights watching games, and dying the next day at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of work, anastacia's last day just now. mmm i could've weeped but that wouldn't make things any easier for her. besides, technological advance has created mediums for ppl to get connected and well, we can still keep in touch. work is pfffffft by the way. after 2years, i finally ask myself "why am i subjecting myself to public judgement and ridiculous behaviour of inconsiderate, insensitive members of the public?" a huge part of the reason why i somewhat cant stand the job could be bcos most of the old birds have left. tragic right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for spain's game vs chile later at 230. henceforth the blogging cos i have seriously ran out of things to do online. ha! RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. we human beings have the tendency to get attached to people and things, rather easily. it's upsetting when you finally get fond of one another that you've to say goodbye. i wish you well, my friend. xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-9079510625784941925?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/9079510625784941925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=9079510625784941925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/9079510625784941925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/9079510625784941925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-blog-is-seriously-in-need-of-help.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-1355826987860606120</id><published>2010-05-31T09:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T09:37:21.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am utterly dissappointed. i failed a module. a CORE module. god. probability is a PAIN. it annoys me the time i spent trying to study for it and yet i failed. it hurts. instead of 6 cores for the next 2 sem, i have 7. which means one of the sem i have to take 4 cores. and i foresee that sem will be this coming sem. i am so upset. panic is bubbling under me but i'm trying not to burst. god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that module, everything else is okay. B for linear algebra okayyy. i am so happy for linear. and despite failing a core, my overall cap score is still a pass. so for that, alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope i wont start panicking and break down. breathe. oh god. keep me strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hope i wont have ppl (ie NUS ppl) asking bout my results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-1355826987860606120?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/1355826987860606120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=1355826987860606120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/1355826987860606120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/1355826987860606120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-utterly-dissappointed.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-1093203628731384930</id><published>2010-05-15T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T02:06:06.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have always liked jang geuk suk. since hgd. but.. I REALLY LIKE HIM! altho he's thin and his dressing sense is WRONG baby, WRONG. but ha. who cares. well actually i do. but OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tvd finale! damn happening. poor damon. AGAIN. sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2am. i plan to wake up in 5hours time. wash hair. then go jean yip let them LOOK AT MY HAIR and see if there's anything they can do. if i have to pay i'm not doing. LUCKY bro still owes me money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now: OMG bar is being irritating. as always. barbar black sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BETTER GO TO SLEEP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-1093203628731384930?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/1093203628731384930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=1093203628731384930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/1093203628731384930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/1093203628731384930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-always-liked-jang-geuk-suk.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-4420838637004194209</id><published>2010-05-13T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T21:18:49.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my 200dollar hair.</title><content type='html'>i have a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;200 dollar&lt;/span&gt; hair.&lt;br /&gt;and so now i am somewhat broke.&lt;br /&gt;stupid jean yip. but i have to be optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;like, say, i could wash my hair after 24hours instead of 2-3days after..&lt;br /&gt;the chemical didnt smell so bad..&lt;br /&gt;and it took only 3.5hours to rebond and cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the last thing i spend on wast the 200dollar rip-off.&lt;br /&gt;i bought a black bean eyeliner from skin food, which comes with a smudger for ONLY 11 bucks! good buy or what! so yaa..it hurts but doesnt hurt as bad knowing my last buy wasnt sth horribly overpriced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. watched ironman2 with ain. FINALLY. then ain went to rebond her fringe. and then we went manhattan. yes, i am broke. so yaaaa... and then we sat at starbucks. where ain tried to study financial reporting (ZOMG WHAT IS THAT) and i used my beloved lappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working tmr after soooooo long! kinda excited too. and working with the original peeps..apart from didi. which is okay. wheee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-4420838637004194209?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/4420838637004194209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=4420838637004194209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/4420838637004194209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/4420838637004194209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-200dollar-hair.html' title='my 200dollar hair.'/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-7332851507069516814</id><published>2010-05-02T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T22:51:01.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant take this. i have to blog it now. so i tweeted. and he replied. OHHHH MYYYY. yes he did. like EEEHEEHEE. now i'm all distracted. so what did i ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you tried dragonfruit with the deep pink/magenta flesh cory? i think they taste better than the white flesh ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his reply. Yes. Love the pink ones. Sweeter. RT @dhil8 have you tried dragonfruit with deep pink flesh? i think they taste better than white flesh 1s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha he even editted mine i/o to fit max char count. now i am officially smiling to myself silly. and yes, i shrieked. so TAKE THIS DOWN. SECOND MAY, 02/05/2010 AT 2214 (10.14PM) I HAD A ONE LINE CONVERSATION WITH HIM. kental but whatever. i am happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-7332851507069516814?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/7332851507069516814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=7332851507069516814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/7332851507069516814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/7332851507069516814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-cant-take-this.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-5709892689142282327</id><published>2010-05-01T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T21:44:01.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh. my tweet appeared on the feed. only now. TSKKK when we're both online it didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo. i am tired of studying although i have yet to cover everything.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna pass out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-5709892689142282327?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/5709892689142282327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=5709892689142282327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/5709892689142282327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/5709892689142282327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-5937674875381949250</id><published>2010-04-27T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T00:39:24.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh wanna know why he hasnt replied? cos my tweets dont appear in his feed. either he's blocked me or my com is playing tricks. eitherways. i am going to sleep. have nothing else to write for helpsheet for linear. goodnight. sad. i dont fancy you anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-5937674875381949250?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/5937674875381949250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=5937674875381949250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/5937674875381949250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/5937674875381949250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-wanna-know-why-he-hasnt-replied-cos.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-4361560370552930484</id><published>2010-04-18T12:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T13:08:13.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well hello. it's a sunday. last day of week13 altho it's not even a school day to begin with. but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;on a side note...... ian's not very tall for a model. height requirement for those over there is 180cm. he's only 177 tops? who cares. he's ridiculously ah-mazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in my dri-fit and yoga pants, face only had my moisturiser+spf and powder. hair was halfway combed cos i decided to run my fingers thru it so hair wun appear too flat. but i still have sick people looking at me. yes, sick people whom 5mins ago were from the temple. what. the. heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. not going out today, except for just now's trip to ntuc. will complete linear and complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not gonna talk to you for  some time cos you were such a jerk last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-4361560370552930484?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/4361560370552930484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=4361560370552930484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/4361560370552930484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/4361560370552930484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-3156975236859212264</id><published>2010-04-12T12:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T12:03:43.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've deactivated my facebook account.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-3156975236859212264?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/3156975236859212264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=3156975236859212264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/3156975236859212264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/3156975236859212264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-deactivated-my-facebook-account.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-8783524248887179326</id><published>2010-04-12T11:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T00:38:47.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lect at 12. woke up at 1045. so knowing me, of course i would skive. and that. got. ppl. annoying. me. i have nth else but that 1.5hour lect which i would reach 40min later. so why waste my time travelling for 3hours? and it's not like i have no intention to go for a revision lecture. i wish people would be more sensible. dont go ruining my morning which is already bad enough cos i didnt hear the alarm at 7AM, and couldnt wake up at 8AM as intended and now, there's no food for breakfast. be reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm done with my angst.&lt;br /&gt;i just wish i could go mia on certain ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and GOD i wish my aunts would STOP commenting on my wall posts and flooding my inbox. and to make it worse, their comments are in malay. like, omg makcik2 malay. god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-8783524248887179326?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/8783524248887179326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=8783524248887179326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/8783524248887179326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/8783524248887179326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2010/04/lect-at-12.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-6926766300863981819</id><published>2010-04-09T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T23:18:51.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last day of kelly clarkson concert tix giveaway on 987. and I STILL DIDNT GET THRU THE LINE. I TELL YOU, THE NUMBER OF TIMES I CALLED WOULD SHAME A STALKER. the idea was if i win tix i go watch. if i couldnt win any, means i'm not meant to go and should STUDY for probability and ss. and that's that. BUTTTTTTTTTT EASIER SAID THAN DONE. i feel SAD NOW. i think i'm gonna cry (DRAMA). i cant see kelly. i cant see handsome, talented but old, younger than my father by only 7 years, guitarist. OMG HOW TRAGIC! now i shall wallow in self pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~omggggggggggggggggggggggg~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-6926766300863981819?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/6926766300863981819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=6926766300863981819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/6926766300863981819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/6926766300863981819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2010/04/last-day-of-kelly-clarkson-concert-tix.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-3786911296761141753</id><published>2010-04-09T03:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T03:10:19.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THREE MORNING ON A SCHOOL NIGHT. CHAMPION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. before i sleep i need to pen this 1st.&lt;br /&gt;my things-to-get-list. NOT shop-by-impulse list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nettle shampoo for MYSELF. note to bro: USE YOUR OWN.&lt;br /&gt;ginger shampoo for father.&lt;br /&gt;dewberry shower gel for mother to try. and i can take some too lol.&lt;br /&gt;smudger.&lt;br /&gt;eye make-up remover.&lt;br /&gt;toner.&lt;br /&gt;leggings. CHEAP ONE. stay away from dorothy/topshop etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all. that. is. all.&lt;br /&gt;no more dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;facial just now. or rather yesterday since it's already friday.&lt;br /&gt;~90MIN of facial. HURHUR. usually an hour. but she had to use 2 masks on me cos my whiteheads damn stubborn. and of course, paid more. TSKKKK. i didnt even do threading cos had had enough pain. and at that point of time, i didnt care if my upper lip hair's obvious. now, not so much. haaha. OK DAAAA. SLEEP. need to wake up approx5-6hours time. woozy already! OH called in AGAIN to 987. didnt get thru. friday last day eyyy! omggggg pls pls pls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-3786911296761141753?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/3786911296761141753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=3786911296761141753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/3786911296761141753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/3786911296761141753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2010/04/three-morning-on-school-night.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-1634519669752780112</id><published>2010-04-03T20:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T21:05:41.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the weather forecaster or whatever, foresee (HAHA no pun intended) hot scorching weather from feb till may. but alas, He is Almighty. bcos it's been raining buffalos and hippos (EW. i've a bad impression on hippos ever since i went to the zoo YEARS ago and was looking at hippos and saw only their rear ends, i'll spare the details but..it left an impression. ew.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG hakimah just sent a text. "Announcement to uncle. Please do not scratch your crotch on the escalator or anywhere else in public. Thank you for your cooperation." needless to say, the last line, is absolutely redundant since he already did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd march was a sign of liberation. HAHA. i got home half an hour to midnight. and i must say, i thank god my father was already in his room cos FUHHHH do i smell bad. all of us reeked actually. even my bag and bra smelled of cigarrettes. the whole celebration was an experience, altho i must add, very tiring on my and syaz part cos we were the one hunting for pressies and rushing off sch to collect the cake and etc. oh. of course, faris DID try to look for pressies. but knowing guys....mmm. anyway, that night's food was good. i could sit cross legged, stretch my legs freely, but the same couldnt be said for faris who was sitting at the wrongest place a person with long legs could ever sit. ambience was okay except for the smoke part which i totally dun mind at that point of time...until i got in the train. who would've known. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..week 11 coming to an end.. in fact, as good as already have. 2 more weeks of school. a week of break. 2 weeks of exam (5 papers. but last 2 papers on the 2nd week). and then holidays. been doing linear algebra whole of today. i must say, it's bearable...likeable even. i cant beilve i took 1 year to understand spans, linear combinations and whatever from lin alg1. but now that i have, lin alg2 seems okay. probability...HMMM NOW THAT IS AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT STORY. complex analysis is rather painful now too. ): sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th march was DAMN tiring, cos i had 3 assignments due on that day and tuesday. and i cabbed home. bloody 18.60 bucks cos of the rain and TRAFFIC AT 3PLUS. then 30th march was slightly better. bought a dress at central forum with hakimah. did a dare along quantum physics lab corridor..DAMN CHILDISH i must add. and then fretting if there were cameras. but the funniest part was hakimah fleeing, leaving me stunned before i realised i should take flight too. HAHA. pengecot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw. i'm currently addicted to burn notice. HAHAHAHA. wrong time huh. OH WELL. when's the right time anyway. of course, tvd is LOVES. or rather, damon is, especially now he's all broken and drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my back is ACHING like OMG. and my head is woozy. i still have to do linear later. but burn notice 1st!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i tell you, michael weston and fiona and sam are geeeeeenius. i have grown fond of ford mustang. okay toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-1634519669752780112?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/1634519669752780112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=1634519669752780112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/1634519669752780112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/1634519669752780112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2010/04/weather-forecaster-or-whatever-foresee.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-6676009536004201811</id><published>2010-03-21T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T18:13:37.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1) i was insulted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i was misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's a lot to take on a sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;what could i do but shut up as it happened?&lt;br /&gt;wish i had just shut up from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;i might as well shut up for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, give me strength and guide me pls, omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blog, btw, is as good as dead. there's fb. and twitter. and i'm just too damn lazy to type these days. heck, i'm lazy to send/reply texts recently too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rainy seson's here. or whatever it is, is here. no longer scorching hot. so kelly clarkson, and handsome cory wouldnt have to sweat like horses when they're here on the 27/04. tix DAMN expensive laaaa. but i honestly dun mind paying. i mean HELLO it's KELLY! exam week tho. we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-6676009536004201811?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/6676009536004201811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=6676009536004201811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/6676009536004201811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/6676009536004201811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2010/03/1-i-was-insulted-2-i-was-misunderstood.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-1893101768059688010</id><published>2010-02-12T01:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T23:01:09.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one am now. just felt like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrated syaz bday just now. gt home 11plus. ha. dad practically LOOKED out the window to see who i was with. er, no father, i went home alone. sheesh. haaaahaaaa. it was fun, the screaming and laughing. but...what was that about huh? i mean, it's enough to get one suspicious. but then, i'll give it a rest. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a new girl at work. she finds my "guy who sits at *bucks" a catch too. tsk tsk. joy was all "wow i gotta check him out again. what a hot cake." ahaha i practically laughed my ass off reading that sms. haha. but yes. he's kinda hot. with the ear stud. and the hair. and i saw a helmet at his feet last night. HAHA. and he looks like the notty kind. ANYWAY enough of *bucks guy. for now. oh wait! last thing... i got caught red handed looking at him by none other than er..him. OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna start my day early tmr. hopefully can wake up. altho it's like 1am already and i'm damn shagged. my eye infection is healing. finished my antibiotics! and i am so not wearing my glasses everywhere for now. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nth much's happened. i need FUN and HAPPENINGS. sheesh. this is just so mundane and lame. bring on the funnn somebody PLEASE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-1893101768059688010?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/1893101768059688010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=1893101768059688010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/1893101768059688010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/1893101768059688010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-am-now.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-6239991153439372391</id><published>2010-01-29T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T17:03:11.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i managed to squeeze a facial appointment. altho i highly doubt popping by and demanding for a facial on the spot without calling up beforehand is deemed an appointment. but i couldnt find their contact number. again, my bad, cos i googled their name spelled wrongly. and how you wonder i have time to do so? iskivedschcosihadtummycrampandalsowardrobemalfunction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was pretty much cranky last night and figured it was pms and whaddaya know, it really was. went tbs to get my monthly fix (and others)only to be upset i couldnt get the gwp. TWO gwps, mind you. and so pretty. and then joy was all "fad--! he's here!"&lt;br /&gt;fad: dun lie..&lt;br /&gt;joy: really, i'm not. quick!&lt;br /&gt;fad: eeek dun wan later he see!&lt;br /&gt;joy: ahh he walked in already. but never mind he'll be sitting at his same place.&lt;br /&gt;fad: how can, got ppl.&lt;br /&gt;joy: he will, he went to get a drink..he wont meh?&lt;br /&gt;fad: he wont ):&lt;br /&gt;joy: i dare you go in pretend to look at the thermal flasks.&lt;br /&gt;fad: hello, i wont swoop THAT low horr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so of course, our excited conversation got the attention of the other 2 ppl at tbs. HA. and i have to say THANK YOU JOY for covering up with i dunno what story cos i was already too damned distracted and upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;TVD was good. and ian is the ONLY person i... ok. stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wish those losers would stop harrassing me.&lt;br /&gt;and having read fitrah's latest blog entry makes me miss her even more.&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of miss.. i missed so many people.&lt;br /&gt;and to further prove that i was having pms last night, i almost weeped for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish the world could be a better place to live in. not just for me but for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wish kelly clarkson would start her europe tour SOON so i can ogle at her guitarist. and of course, listen to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-6239991153439372391?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/6239991153439372391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=6239991153439372391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/6239991153439372391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/6239991153439372391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-managed-to-squeeze-facial-appointment.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-4098135513056999023</id><published>2010-01-21T17:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T17:47:38.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this blog has been dead. and i am now here to revive it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how sometimes, wait, who am i kidding..everytime, i feel like i have a lot to say in my blog but once i am logged on, and begin typing, there's like nth to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo. school's been a blast.&lt;br /&gt;haha. overstatement for year2010. but really. i am very thankful of my modules (most of them. no comment for my ss module) now and the respective lecture and tutorial slots. YES i knowww bidding and balloting are already over. haha. this time was a piece of cake, chey. and again i am thankful cos i din have to be all stressed at work thinking bout bid points. oh. i threw like 800 points for my ss..winning was 500 YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god. i need to arrange my thoughts. my blog entries are always like this. and to think that it's a new year and i am turning 21 this year (altho not in 8 months) i could type my blog coherently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, school. i will diligently turn up for lectures, tutorials (NO LAB THIS SEM AT ALL) and do tutorials (i've done prob tutorial! (: ). so my timetable's okay-ish this time round. so yearh. schoool's relatively funner. anddd i am FINALLY able to take pharmacy module...wait for this...............&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;COSMETICS AND PERFUMES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. WHEEE. happyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dora is here today cos she's sick and where else can her family turn to? sheesh. and they could at least not be so arrogant. ah well. whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes. 2010 has been ok... pardon my lack of vocabulary to describe how it's totally been. difficult to put into words la. and i am looking forward to many many many parties. kidding. but tmr night would be the 1st for this year. and i am wearing my 1st halter neck dress. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ooh. finally it's the 21st of january. for all &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;TVD&lt;/span&gt; fans, this is THE day we've been waiting for. and HOW i miss my blood-sucking damon. ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-4098135513056999023?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/4098135513056999023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=4098135513056999023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/4098135513056999023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/4098135513056999023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-blog-has-been-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-303829502583523295</id><published>2009-12-04T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:34:47.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do i do</title><content type='html'>i am loving this. loving loving loving this. and i will CRY everytime i listen to this. especially since the one of the 2 who sings this is melt-worthy. i will seriously WEEP. it's sad (the song, not me..but then , the fact that i am crying over a song is kinda sad also HAA.) and he only made it sadder by sounding like he's practically BEGGING. now, come ON ladies, MELT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i let you walk another step away, it bring tears to my eyes&lt;br /&gt;As i walk another step away, it brings tears to my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I reach out my hand, but you go where i cant approach&lt;br /&gt;I cant hold onto you, I can only cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should i do? What should i do?&lt;br /&gt;You're leaving&lt;br /&gt;What should i do? What should i do?&lt;br /&gt;You're leaving me and going away&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I love you&lt;br /&gt;I call out to you but you cant hear me&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm only crying out with my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day I try to erase you but i keep thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;All day I say goodbye but I think of you again&lt;br /&gt;I reach out my hand but you go where i cant go&lt;br /&gt;I cant find you, I can only cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should i do? What should i do?&lt;br /&gt;You're still the one for me&lt;br /&gt;What should i do? What should i do?&lt;br /&gt;You're leaving me&lt;br /&gt;What should i do? What should i do?&lt;br /&gt;You're leaving me and going far away&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I love you&lt;br /&gt;I call out your name but you cant hear me&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm only crying out with my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-303829502583523295?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/303829502583523295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=303829502583523295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/303829502583523295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/303829502583523295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-do-i-do.html' title='What do i do'/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-6596936713648439982</id><published>2009-12-02T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:07:03.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick but happy.</title><content type='html'>i had a dream.&lt;br /&gt;in my dream there were 2 people in it.&lt;br /&gt;a vampire. (NO, NOT EDWARD CULLEN. PLEASE EH.)&lt;br /&gt;and a guitarist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCHING NEW MOON TMR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-6596936713648439982?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/6596936713648439982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=6596936713648439982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/6596936713648439982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/6596936713648439982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/12/sick-but-happy.html' title='sick but happy.'/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-8140157036101751152</id><published>2009-11-19T15:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:35:23.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh. like that rupernyer,</title><content type='html'>whatever idea/image i had of him for god knows how many years (7 years?) was gone in a poof. like really, "POOF!". thanks to the few hours i studied with him. and i can just laugh in disbelief. but i saw and heard what he's capable of...ie, saying merepek things that i CANT BEAR to listen. haha. but he's still hot. kinda. KINDA. and he drives a sports car. which i was sent home in. HAHA. but i cannot tolerate that kind of merepek. seriously. haha. but YAY, i managed to hold a normal conversation with him and find out what he's like afterall. so, YAY. (or cory'd say "so, cool!" HAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean HELLO??? he was my 1st ever crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and facebook suX. so appealling during examZ.&lt;br /&gt;tskZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-8140157036101751152?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/8140157036101751152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=8140157036101751152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/8140157036101751152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/8140157036101751152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-like-that-rupernyer.html' title='oh. like that rupernyer,'/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-916624394808071418</id><published>2009-10-24T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:41:07.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i thought i should just update. here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been shagged for the past few days even if i practically did nth much for the day. and i cant say i'm tired cos i think too much in school. but i did the latest 2108 and 2213 hw mostly by myself okayyy. i deserve a pat at least. oh. speaking of deserving or not deserving..i sure dun deserve to spend the way i am spending now altho they're all my moolahs. honestly, i must halt my spendings until...er...and of this month. HAHA. i shall not disclose the total amount i have spent (i'm not even sure myself actually) for these 2 weeks alone. what is wrong with me. and i havent been happy in school either. sucks la especially since i spent most of my time in school. i realised this could be due to the fact that i am no longer doing the things i love...like floorball and staying in the gym for hours and running. but wth. i cant even get up for subuh somedays let alone wake up and run. WTH. wake up go school also lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. the person i haven seen for close to 8 months is back. had to choke back tears in math lab when we talked on the phone. oh my god talk about emotional. and i am missing this person whom i think i shouldnt be missing. when'll you be able to come back? and will you if you have the opportunity? why am i making my life seem so complicating and dull and...er...sad? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to start re-activating my life (WTH REALLY). i need to start my regular exercising and healthy eating and NOT skip meals..(no time la hello). and I NEED EYEGEL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-916624394808071418?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/916624394808071418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=916624394808071418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/916624394808071418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/916624394808071418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-thought-i-should-just-update.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-9162834342816994138</id><published>2009-09-25T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:26:31.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TONNES to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iron work clothes.&lt;br /&gt;complete chinese.&lt;br /&gt;complete helpsheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NIGHT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do 2213 lab&lt;br /&gt;study 2108&lt;br /&gt;study lect 6-8 universe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;read up universe AGAIN. do tuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUNDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do MORE 2108.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;print 2213 lab ass2.&lt;br /&gt;read up universe (NIGHT).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MONDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2213 ass1. COMPLETE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna thank those who made my days and nights. if not for all of your mrepekness (in a good way!) i might've crumbled due to sheer stress. chey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-9162834342816994138?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/9162834342816994138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=9162834342816994138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/9162834342816994138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/9162834342816994138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/09/tonnes-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-8348953938866701453</id><published>2009-09-13T05:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T05:53:28.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>airport tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ha. apparently mo is on his way to be a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised. maybe things arent what i think they are.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm kinda...upset?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but right now, until i leave the airport....and perhaps a few hours after that, i dun wish to think of anything else. especially the above-mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and OMG, now that there's only us at home only means more work for each of us. faints.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-8348953938866701453?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/8348953938866701453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=8348953938866701453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/8348953938866701453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/8348953938866701453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/09/airport-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-8857631869287092024</id><published>2009-09-09T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T00:01:48.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is going on?</title><content type='html'>someone used shower gel as shampoo and had the cheek to go "oh! no wonder when i use not much foam". i dunno what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not wish to dwell on certain things too. i'll only get a headache cos i cant figure some people out. AT ALL. i just..........dont understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think, god knew that meeting that person for only one night was for the best. no, i dun think. i know. so, thank god. altho of course, more than that would've been okay THEN. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's been...er...tiring? somehow unofficially got a group for chinese. like, 4 out of 5 are malays. and the other guy is a malaysian. LOL. we are like, the most singaporean and malay group. and OMG. i must STOP dozing off (or sleeping, even) during lectures!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and note to self: i can do things single ppl can do. ok. go figure. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-8857631869287092024?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/8857631869287092024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=8857631869287092024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/8857631869287092024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/8857631869287092024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-is-going-on.html' title='what is going on?'/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-3244381091001785078</id><published>2009-09-05T00:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T09:16:56.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been YEARS.</title><content type='html'>i practically hyperventilated just now at npt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met weijie and masanari okada(!). the latter was in the loo when i reached. i was like "omg, i scared see him" wj was all "why scared? he's just a harmless mosquito"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. whutttt? and then he came. and the 1st thing i noticed..after his face, duh, was this BIG, effing BIG, bottle of mineral water he was carrying. and all the way until we parted they teased me bout my height. sooooo immature. and they talk cock most of the time. and i pretty much rolled my eyes a gazillion times or laughed cos they were too nonsensical. ate at ljs. had this ramdhan special thingy. which was meant for FOUR ppl. and we were a 3some. and they were like "eh, u fasting right? so u take 2 drinks". HAHA. rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ended up eating one fish one chicken one drink some fries. the rest? nippon boy finished up. except for coleslaw. cos he ordered salad instead. BADAK. scary la hello?? i heard him said "you wan sell --?" i asked him to repeat until 3 times and still couldnt make out wat he said so i went "uhh. ok anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turned out, he was asking "you want salad?" HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. pekak badak. lucky he asked again cos i guess i must've looked blur. lol. then we went meet ms siti at pastamania. then went arcade. then dropped by tbs collect my uniform. the girls were like "OOOH who are they? which one ur bf??" OMG LA. then gave nippon boy his gift (fcuk OKAYYY. which suits him since i heard him say the f word more than 5 times during dinner itself). then went home. then at 11plus went down to get my gift from him. wj drove his dad's car. LAWAAAA. ahahha. and for my dad to allow me to go down at 11plus, knowing full well i'll be meeting guys (he figured it out when i told my parents what i did, where i went) that's saying sth. haha. hehe. hoho. kay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snippets of just now's conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;u 2nd year? in pri sch ah? (wj)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;want me to strip? (guess who)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;can i go to the toilet?(mo. seriously. W.T.H.)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;u want chewing gum?(mo)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;r u touched?(mo)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;u going where tmr? i heard u said bf party..oh. gf party..but ur bf will be there..i geddit i geddit. (wj. WTH. haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;eh stop making her cry la..(wj)&lt;br /&gt;oh...dont cry(mo)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;r u angry? i'm sorry.(mo)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;nth for me? i sad.(wj)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;do i leave you 2 alone?(wj)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;bastard. shut up.(me)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;eeeeeeek!!!!(me)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;am i hot?(mo)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;so where yall going after this?(ms siti)&lt;br /&gt;her house.(mo)&lt;br /&gt;tmr?(ms siti)&lt;br /&gt;her house(mo)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;he's majoring in mongolian studies.(wj)&lt;br /&gt;f***. shut up.(mo)&lt;br /&gt;he got 50/200 for jap(wj)&lt;br /&gt;eh f***. shut up.(mo)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;mongolians dun ask ppl "have u eaten. they ask "how r u?"(mo)&lt;br /&gt;WTHHHHHHHHHHH.(me)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;in the future, you will see me as the ambassador for japan in mongol.(mo. kpaler hotak dier.)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;fadhilah cantik. (no prize for guessing who.)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;this is from osaka where i am from. i stay in osaka.(mo)&lt;br /&gt;i knooooooooooow. u told me b4. -_-(me)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.(me)&lt;br /&gt;stop laughing!(mo. in order to protect his privacy i will not say what this is about. OH WTH. i will. he couldnt pronounce coleslaw. ok. laugh.)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;i'm her's for tonight.(mo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-3244381091001785078?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/3244381091001785078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=3244381091001785078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/3244381091001785078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/3244381091001785078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-years.html' title='it&apos;s been YEARS.'/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-4300489902554521340</id><published>2009-09-03T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T14:02:07.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH! ok. i can try get kistna.&lt;br /&gt;but wth. need plan B also. dang.&lt;br /&gt;STUPIDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to bathe, sleep and wake up and do my hw.&lt;br /&gt;and come up with plan B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-4300489902554521340?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/4300489902554521340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=4300489902554521340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/4300489902554521340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/4300489902554521340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-10258745583690854</id><published>2009-09-03T13:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T13:58:58.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you never fail to suprise me. baka.</title><content type='html'>me&gt;&gt; so how long is he staying?&lt;br /&gt;wj&gt;&gt; 3 weeks&lt;br /&gt;    &gt;&gt; no, that's him talking bull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i thought it's like, a month or two.&lt;br /&gt;but. but. but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wj&gt;&gt; till sunday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. that got me speechless.&lt;br /&gt;wth was i thinking. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;and i cant figure out how i am going to get sth better.&lt;br /&gt;stupid. stupid. stupid.&lt;br /&gt;omg. stupid.&lt;br /&gt;and he shud've told me earlier. but nooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;ok, frantic mode on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ma2108 assignment is a PAIN in the BACKSIDE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-10258745583690854?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/10258745583690854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=10258745583690854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/10258745583690854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/10258745583690854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-never-fail-to-suprise-me-baka.html' title='you never fail to suprise me. baka.'/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-4865406752019445817</id><published>2009-08-09T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:45:12.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>7:45AM and backstreet boys was playing in the car. i've never been a big fan of them, not that i'm gonna be now..i mean, whutttt??...,so i wasnt sure what the title was but that doesnt make a difference to what i am going to say. or rather, type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing bout boybands is whenever you hear their songs played in the radio, even if you roll your eyes and go "not this, pls" or grin as you recall the yesteryears when boybands were a big hoo-haa and you were part of the adoring fans who practically worship the guys or perhaps, you may even go "omggg" in absolute revulsion, you cannot stop yourself from singing along. or at least hum silently. YES YOU. DON'T LIE. no matter how sick and tired we are of these songs, deep down in our hearts, we do have a soft spot for boybands. YES. boybands who performed on stage wearing practically same things, dancing the same cheesy steps in coordination, suspended on strings, well OK, cables, and flying across the stage and making music videos on rooftops with loads of wind. subconsciously you find yourself doing the singing, humming, or your own pride going "dont you DARE" but losing to your inner desire to sing along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. what the f. HAHA. i was laughing while typing.&lt;br /&gt;if there is anybody reading this, i know i have wasted your time.&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS.&lt;br /&gt;and now you are recalling those songs. i know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-4865406752019445817?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/4865406752019445817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=4865406752019445817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/4865406752019445817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/4865406752019445817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/08/745am-and-backstreet-boys-was-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-8885801582888975049</id><published>2009-07-21T00:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T00:38:45.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pms? i think not.</title><content type='html'>and all of a sudden, i feel like crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-8885801582888975049?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/8885801582888975049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=8885801582888975049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/8885801582888975049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/8885801582888975049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/07/pms-i-think-not.html' title='pms? i think not.'/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-592225606830389867</id><published>2009-07-04T11:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:52:46.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zafyr 2009</title><content type='html'>i have decided it's about time i do justice to my blog and update. so basically i'll update bout the nus malay foc camp. which i am involved. YES. MALAY camp. and i am in the committee. LOGISTICS. i know, i am very suprised. haha..the things you do for friends eh. and i only knew the name of the camp on the night itself when i was talking to tasha. Zafyr. when days before that we had a meeting to intro to the com members about the ottoman empire and whatnots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met ain at cck and headed to yih. i thank god ain could make it or i would've died. really. DIED. cos i really didnt know what to expect there. i brought a bagpack and a shoebag but no shoe inside. my toiletries already occupy half of the bagpack. and i didnt even bring any makeups and face wash. only face mist. oh and also SOMEONE's body butter which he insist i hold on to it 1st. reached 830am. the rest were making their way to yih from kuok since they've slept over the night before. (oh! i didnt and couldnt cos was watching transormers and was walking around orchard. HAHA.) then the campers came at ten..ten plus. ice breakers and all and then lunch. and then they were given keys to their rooms. and some activities after that all the way till night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to round up, the logs team wasnt that busy on the 1st day. after dinner, while waiting to pack up, hakimah and i sang to ddr-worthy songs. like butterfly, and aqua's songs..namely, tarzan and that barbie song...much to ain's, syaz' and mus' annoyance. but i think mus was amused also. HAHA. at around 1015 the logs team headed of to sims ave in that $&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;40 a day van.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; that has a loose left wing mirror, not working speedometer and stiff sliding doors. and OH. a super lousy gearbox that we keep stalling on slopes or ramming te engine like siao. went there for durian. the log team incl mus. and bob aka hafiz aka maarop aka ben stiller ate A LOT of durians. cos basically, he opened one, ate one or 2, and then opened another. then the rest he expected us to eat. HAHA. suker bukak durian ke pe, bang. i only had one cos hafiz was like "you dont eat this we dont go back". tsk. we got a call asking where's the log team cos they were having a debrief. HAHA. we were only on the..er..3rd durian? when we got back we gave them about 3-4 durians..take heart la konon. WTH. and it worked. kinda. HAHA. then we bathed at mpsh (the girls). the guys DIDNT BATHE for the night. EEEEEEEEEEEE. then we watched tv and tried to sleep at the couch. i got a pitiful 3hr sleep. woke up here and there, like at 4 am, i opened my eyes and saw blueberry crumble and went "sedap nyer." and ain and hakimah was all "eh dier ngigau eh?" when actually no, i wasnt. it was on tv. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 630 to syaz going "fad..fad.." from the couch across mine. got up and changed and washed face and teeth and went down. saliman was like "cepat la! hafiz da tunggu!" pagi2 da kene marah. at least not as bad as hakimah ah. HAHA. she was scolded and threw a hissy fit at saliman. awhhh. touchy. see saliman, a point to note, do not aggrevate matters by provoking a female who is going thru pms. especially a female with pre, during and post menstrual syndrome. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so day 2 started with...sweat. from 745am. HAHA. we had to set up game stations and all. and woohoohoo. uber tiring. and i kept thinking...wow, i'm actually doing this! and then at 11 hafiz was like, ok you go back kuok and rest. so ain and i went to my room and rolled on the bed and then bathed at 12.30 and then went yih got ourselves icecream(me) and choc(ain) from cheers. went back to kuok. ain ate her late lunch at 4. then went off. so i stayed at kuok watchin tv till 5. and then the big boss came and told me to follow him go mpsh. i didnt know part of the logs job is to guard ppl's lappy. OH WELL. syaz came and accompanied me. then the rest of the log team came with bubble tea! we decided to bring everything back to kuok cos we were practically wastin out time there playing taptaprevenge(me and hakimah) and counting money(hafiz). asyrul and saliman collected dinner. and the whole log team practically didnt have our lunch. and i went to tentera mosque for the 1st time ever in the evening wif 2 of the guys. then, had dinner at kuok, while watchin telly. catchin spiders. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were called to set up next activity at mpsh. rushed to mpsh in that creaking mess of a van. set up game. saw azi. played with water gun. debrief and then log team and some com members made waterbombs. 1k plus. finished at 2plus. bathed and all till 3. then went to the guys room. cleaned their room (omg la) and sort out things for next day. hakimah, me, man and hafiz went down to fong seng coffee shop for supper or breakfast HAHA. got back at around 5. slept like a log in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up to "fad! fad! bangon! hujan nanti baju basah!". you can picture me rolling out of my bedsheet, making incomprehensible mumblings. and after that i couldnt sleep. it was 830. hafiz said i would only have to meet him at 10:30. haha. oh well. no breakfast for us logs team. went to woodlands in that blue van to collect lunch which wasnt prepared yet. so we had a drink. talked rubbish and laugh like siao until i choked on my iced milo and had to run to the bushes to cough in case i puke. but i didnt ah. HAHA. paisehhh. and hafiz was like "ok, you have 10min to go get everything we need for west coast at sheng siong" HAHA. ALONE. but ok la. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came down from my room for lunch, bar already there with a bowl and 3 ladles. HAHA. he was like "you expect me to take a bus to school carrying THIS??? tak baik korang..." sorry ah beb, we were running late and if we were to pick you up, the kids'd all die of hunger. and can the van make it? HAHAHA. then went up to nap. BUROK..da makan tido. woke up and realise i had a missed call from hafiz. danggg. the guys were busy sorting things out to be brought to west coast. and i was cranky cos i just woke up. and i haven done my zuhor and i din even bring my own telekong since i've been praying at various musollahs. HAHA. the guys, i think, saw a cranky bitch and was like, "you go pray 1st, take your time..". after that hafiz was like "apsal tadi ko mcm rimas2 gitu?" HAHAHA. males are CLUELESS. made our way to west coast after stopping by sci for a while. stuck at the back of the van with hakimah and bar. and he was saying things like "how? no cute boys? from &lt;em&gt;life science&lt;/em&gt; ke.." and smiling sheepishly. ergh. annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;set up west coast. police came over. asked for i/c which i and hakimah didnt bring. HAHA. not even our matric cards or ezlink. we practically brought nth but our phones and perhaps our slengeness. HAHA. and the PD didnt even bring the permit. wahaaaaahaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cam whored as the sun set and all the way till the whole thing started. the stage suddenly went dark at 9pm. PRFT. and they had to make changes to the plan and stage the performances elsewhere nearby. and played more taptap and stupid tug of war on bar's iphone. and later, i and syaz jumped into a pic the guys were taking and we fell. enough said. HAHA. uber paiseh..O well. then i went home? HA. father made a HUGE fuss. i would've gone home thurs if i wasnt working la hello. i would rather sleep for another night than rush home. HAAAA. but whatever. my father's fuss was like, only for that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that concludes my 3 day 2 nights camp. with all the ants bites i got from god knows where since we sleep in hostels not jungle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-592225606830389867?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/592225606830389867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=592225606830389867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/592225606830389867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/592225606830389867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/07/zafyr-2009.html' title='zafyr 2009'/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-6677613993689617382</id><published>2009-06-26T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:55:59.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am sincerely lazy to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with half of the math clique. half..somewhat. lazy to count.&lt;br /&gt;spent a total of approximately 90bucks.&lt;br /&gt;and i have no idea how it came down to that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling better..been a wreck for 2 days.. prft.&lt;br /&gt;but i believe that there is a blessing in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;althought i must say i am rather traumatised.&lt;br /&gt;who wouldnt. which made me come to a conclusion that i am in need of a bodyguard. strong and fierce. accompany me when i am about to leave house and on my way home. regardless of the time. day or night. at the same time, i pray to god i'll never see and hear about them ever again. insyallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malay foc next week. WHAT AM I DOING IN LOGISTICS?&lt;br /&gt;and there're like so many undies sale! sheesh. not that i care but still...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-6677613993689617382?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/6677613993689617382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=6677613993689617382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/6677613993689617382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/6677613993689617382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-sincerely-lazy-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-4379114052808815202</id><published>2009-06-01T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:42:01.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gss is finally here.&lt;br /&gt;and i have already spent BEFORE it officially started. BUT BUT BUT, totally on necessary things. ok. not all. like, at face shop, i bought a lotion for my grandmother, hair spray, nail polish and powder puff for myself. hmm. actually, nail polish was too pretty to resist. and was a STEAL. damn cheap ok. and the powder puff, i just realised now, that it's crucial, having seen my current puff this morning, which is beyond recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDDD speaking of this morning, i started the day early. at 7. went changi for "outing" and then went to vivo. and then stopped by northpoint. so now my already hurting ankle is still hurting. and i am so beat i wanna sleep in tmr but i cant. cos i'll be going out wif azi. to bras basah to buy guitar from swee lee. HAHAHA. OF COURSE THAT WAS A LIE. going there to sell book. then get strudel. and find super duper cheap food for lunch cos both of us are very broke people, who have spent more than what we are supposed to. groans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna watch ANTM. then sleep. which'll be like, what? 12plus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked on the phone wif naz. heh.&lt;br /&gt;AND OMG.&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO IN LOVE WITH M.M.&lt;br /&gt;and i am oh-so sorry there was a point of time in my life i went "oh... goodbye m.m. sobs."&lt;br /&gt;no, you ppl wont get what this is about. better if you dun. HAHA. really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-4379114052808815202?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/4379114052808815202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=4379114052808815202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/4379114052808815202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/4379114052808815202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/06/gss-is-finally-here.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-3495936718727091086</id><published>2009-05-26T07:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T07:42:53.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>22nd May. First time i entered the gym near my place. with azi. we wanted make payment to enter, and i told the lady behind the counter "adult price" and she was like "yall not students?", azi was like "we are but we are above 18yrs old". and the lady asked for our student cards and went "yaa..yall above 18". OKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY. seriously, WHAT THE..???? azi kept going to me, "why would we cheat our age if we're paying more in the 1st place? and why WOULD it be a problem if we were to pay more?" TU LA DIER. aku pon heran. HERAN ABES. and i am looooooooving leg raise. and been yonks since i last rowed so my arms got shaky after 20min of it. while azi sat near the wheel cos got fan. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt go out yesterday. helped baked for like, 2 hours, then i played csi game for 2 hour plus just to solve ONE case. hurhur. my eyes were watery and head was spinning after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out later. i need hair serum. and a gooooood dose of DDR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-3495936718727091086?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/3495936718727091086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=3495936718727091086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/3495936718727091086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/3495936718727091086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/05/21st-may.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-6484481646246795841</id><published>2009-05-21T17:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T17:58:07.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>da di di dum da di dum</title><content type='html'>raffles squared, city linked, marina squared, singapore flyered and popeyed on tues. bought a HUGE ring from diva. and i am looooooooooooving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vivo city last night. supposed to go gym yesterday morn but azi hurt the ankle, hit toilet bowl. no freakin idea how. actually, i dun wanna know also. OH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i got to vivo ALONE. and for the 1st time ever, ON A PUBLIC TRANSPORT. applause!!! but on the way home, there was this SIAO foreigner who stood near and kept looking at me. BASKET. there was also a good looking-ish guy standing beside me. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then went azi's place just now. after american idol. which KRIS BABY WON. despite thou's lopsided mouth, thou shalt remain melt-worthy. wahaha wth, fad. attempted to roller blade and skateboard. i couldnt get down the skateboard. SPASTIC i tell you. dirtied my palms, arms, feet( i wasnt walking bare footed. how the toot did that happen???) and knees. and the highlight of just now morning was that of....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIN falling. MY BAD LA HOR. i made her go up the hump. and she feel on her butt, then lied down, didnt wanna get up. lol. she blamed the thing for being slippery. haha. our screamings and whatnots would've freaked anyone out. hahaha. and we were like 3 sweaty and dirty small girls. and then ain and me ddr-ed. wahahaha. cartoon hereos is nuts. no wait. beethoven virus is the WORST. butterfly also. haha. i was humming da-di-di-dum track in mac much to ain's annoyance. hahaha. cant help it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you should stop teraser-ing eh, mr ong muhd faris. F is for Fad. not Faris. or, ehem, any other name/s for that matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-6484481646246795841?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/6484481646246795841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=6484481646246795841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/6484481646246795841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/6484481646246795841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/05/da-di-di-dum-da-di-dum.html' title='da di di dum da di dum'/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-4647792072859821901</id><published>2009-05-15T10:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T10:11:43.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i liked citylink. but it would've been better if the toilets and HALAL foods were nearer, 3-5min walk. not a blasted 7-10min brisk walk. and here's a summary of yeaterday... 10hr r&amp;amp;b non-stop, 11hr standing at work and in train home and the only proper meal i had was breakfast. and oh. i went toilet once during my whole 11 hours at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my legs are aching and i've work later.&lt;br /&gt;miss the ppl at my place. think if i see lucy i'm gonna hug her.&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHA CRAZEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. for those very observant ppl, i have a new laugh in smses and blog and fb..."wahaha". ok. off to the loo to bathe. and i'll be off to work. i miss my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all that's happened and soon to come, i thank thee.&lt;br /&gt;and may i not have customers who WRIGGLE their eyebrows and smile a cheeky smile at me. FREAKYYY HELLO. oh. and tell me their AGE. whuttttttttttttttttttttttttt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-4647792072859821901?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/4647792072859821901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=4647792072859821901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/4647792072859821901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/4647792072859821901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-liked-citylink.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-8463133900832169823</id><published>2009-05-13T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:29:04.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i couldnt extend my passport.&lt;br /&gt;so i renewed it. my mother too.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno whyy but i'm in a shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paid muni a visit monday, like, finally.&lt;br /&gt;now that leaves me with one last person to visit next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went iluma with azi yesterday. watched ramen girl. wth.&lt;br /&gt;i do not wish to elaborate on the movie experience cos it was ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;amazingly ridiculous. and duh, azi slept.&lt;br /&gt;got hair extensions too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cut my fringe today. dun like my fringe any better now than i did before i had it chopped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for malacca.&lt;br /&gt;citylink tmr...full day. ohhh. god.&lt;br /&gt;may everything go well, insyallah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-8463133900832169823?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/8463133900832169823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=8463133900832169823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/8463133900832169823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/8463133900832169823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-couldnt-extend-my-passport.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-8906700638670378547</id><published>2009-05-11T08:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T09:08:23.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>supposed to go for a jog but my sore throt is back, my chest hurts and i still had blister from saturday's 4km jog-walk...AHAHA. blahdy excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been ddr-ing at home, minus the mat, and beethoven virus is NUTS.&lt;br /&gt;but good exercise. sweat damn fast. ((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought my mother a pair of pants from bodyknits.&lt;br /&gt;i got 2 for myself. and THEN, my dad bought me a pair of levis.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. yesterday was like, "buy pants" day cum mothers' day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. okay, i'm not making excuses...my chest aching now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;bottle tree park on wed afternoon, downtown east with 2nd yr math ppl thurs where we ate at fresh bulgogi and choc fondue and bowled (i didnt bowl, but i tried once), fri went out with azi to ssc ate at HEI sushi..BUFFET, omggg i know, saturday jogged with azi then went to cuz's place, sunday which was yesterday, went bugis junction with mother, spent at muji and then father came and bought my brother and me the jeans (oh my brother got a BAG too) and then went to PS to get mothers' day cake from secret recipe (CHOCOLATE STRAWBERRY). and ddr for one hour on saturday, 30min last night. siao-ness i tell you. and i only stopped cos my feet were hurting cos of too much friction havin stepped on the floor instead of a mat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN.&lt;br /&gt;at 12plus am got an email from qalbu director.&lt;br /&gt;trip to malacca.&lt;br /&gt;omggg. i want please! but passports's expiring soon...can extend kan? kan????&lt;br /&gt;old passport still can extend kan???????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-8906700638670378547?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/8906700638670378547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=8906700638670378547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/8906700638670378547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/8906700638670378547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/05/supposed-to-go-for-jog-but-my-sore.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-4026186906747493203</id><published>2009-05-05T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:05:09.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reasons to smile</title><content type='html'>done with final term papers. like, thank gawd.&lt;br /&gt;and i'd rather not dwell on what's been done. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practically TARNISHED my reputation just now.&lt;br /&gt;sat under the block at 830PM waiting for my friend,&lt;br /&gt;or rather, my pretzel delivery, heehee.&lt;br /&gt;and my neighbours walked past me.&lt;br /&gt;was listening to flo rida's and doing nth. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;sitting under MY block has a negative connotation by the way.&lt;br /&gt;so yaaa. it was damn awkward, whether i shud fiddle with my&lt;br /&gt;phone or look up and smile. HAHA. but worth the wait. hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat at coffee beans for 2.5 hours just now, went arcade for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;sweat like horse. HAHA. and i sucked laaaaaaaa. need to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many activites laid out for this week. omg.&lt;br /&gt;so excited but  just the thought of it is tiring me. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for all that's good or not so good?, i thank Thee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-4026186906747493203?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/4026186906747493203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=4026186906747493203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/4026186906747493203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/4026186906747493203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/05/reasons-to-smile.html' title='reasons to smile'/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-6913673714784083763</id><published>2009-04-29T13:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T13:55:38.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am now the owner of two super obvious eyebags, one being bigger than the other, god-knows-why. and i am down with a baaad sore throat and blocked nose which every now and then, when it feels like it, will cause mucus to flow. and i need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that are around me these days when i'm mugging... my lappy, notes and rough papers everywhere, elderflower eye gel, moisturiser (my mom's..decided to use sth more moisturising), powder blotter (my face has no oil to speak of but i just use it for the fun of it), and my water bottle. and the occasional strepsils or mentos. and the fan tho on rare occasions, aircon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd paper tomorrow. i will not complain and peserve for the love of math and genes and malayyy(HAAAAAAAAAAAA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right this moment, facebook is a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;and girls and boy, can we not talk about marriage for now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-6913673714784083763?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/6913673714784083763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=6913673714784083763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/6913673714784083763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/6913673714784083763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-now-owner-of-two-super-obvious.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-4544823827763228517</id><published>2009-04-24T14:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:46:08.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flower boy.</title><content type='html'>yesterday i bought..&lt;br /&gt;a top and a camisole while waiting for ain at cck.&lt;br /&gt;and mud-nose pack and powdered blotters at sasa.&lt;br /&gt;i really need to stop my spendings... shud get my mother to hold on to my card. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we ate at jalapeno pepper's express and towards the end we were going "noo way are we eating anythig with cheese" HAHA. we had 2 starters and a shepherd's pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studied in school on wed. and yesterday too. altho yesterday was one of the most unproductive days ever. i couldnt study in that stats lab, i ended up sleeping for a good 30min. WOAH. wait. like, i slept in the lib on wed for 30mins too. 2 hours of matrices...who can blame me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carried a CAKE from my place all the way to school. and i must really thank god that the cake was still in one piece. and right smack in the centre of the box. yay, me! think we made a helluva noise but haha. we are stressed, hard core muggers who deserve a few good laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy. back to calculus. hmm. i've been integrating and differetiating since for 2.5 hours already. more to come. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ohho. nat and her friend gave me a souvenir on thurs. thanks ah ppl. fun to tease me, issnt it? i can almost bet that ain and nisa'll go "hear, hear!!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-4544823827763228517?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/4544823827763228517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=4544823827763228517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/4544823827763228517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/4544823827763228517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/04/flower-boy.html' title='flower boy.'/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-2195189831042943869</id><published>2009-04-21T15:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:18:31.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crushing. WHYYYYY???</title><content type='html'>making progress for calculus (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had choc ice blended and plain bagel on sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been screaming internally, cringing, smacking my forehead, screaming at ppl online. tsk tsk. thanks to people like nisa, akbar and nat. and ain. and fadhli aka HIS gay buddy, who only entered the picture last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the best fad. HAHA. dont puke too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the mean time, i shall dig a hole and hide inside.&lt;br /&gt;or i should just hide under my blanket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-2195189831042943869?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/2195189831042943869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=2195189831042943869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/2195189831042943869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/2195189831042943869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/04/crushing-whyyyyy.html' title='crushing. WHYYYYY???'/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-5224139425268605248</id><published>2009-04-18T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:12:32.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went cck lib yest with ain to study. ain brought pink disney's princess water bottle. action cute, only. haha. but, actually, cute la. (ain, dun smile2 ah.) Had lunch at pastamania. Then walked B1....i knew it was a mistake the moment we went down the escalator....lol. we saw jalapeno's peppers express. HALAL lo. and the italian chocolate cake was just so irresistable that we placed our order and found a table. HAHA. GLOJOH. and next time, next week actually, we're getting the egg rolls! reminds me of jun pyo. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studied with fitrah just now. (:&lt;br /&gt;cam whored like siaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studying at coffee beans tmr. alone, not that i mind, really. while my parents drive around. hurrr. but no, i'm not sober. cos scones or bagels (whichever i fl like eating tmr) and choc ice blended waiting for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-5224139425268605248?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/5224139425268605248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=5224139425268605248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/5224139425268605248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/5224139425268605248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/04/went-lot-cck-lib-yest-with-ain-to-study.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-4062829484961926656</id><published>2009-04-17T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:10:03.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slenger abes.</title><content type='html'>if there's a time to be melodramatic, now is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally forgotten that i have an online calculus assignment to hand in today by 5pm. i got home at 530pm. checked ivle and remembered bout it. and almost fainted. CHEY BEDEK. but i was damn frantic and upset... i sumbitted at 6pm. hopefully can...ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh. faris is the hero for the day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god, pls pls pls.&lt;br /&gt;altho it's a mere THREE MARKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . very upset ))))))):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-4062829484961926656?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/4062829484961926656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=4062829484961926656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/4062829484961926656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/4062829484961926656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/04/slenger-abes.html' title='slenger abes.'/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-363467423449301681</id><published>2009-04-16T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:41:26.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dozed off in 96. to and fro school. RABAKS.&lt;br /&gt;comes to show i'm damn beat. even if they were like, wee 3-5 min naps. (and i got up feeling woozy. like, a fly being smacked my rolled up newspaper. okay. whatever, fad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OH GOD!&lt;br /&gt;got my MS essay back. got a B-!!!!!!!!!! HAPPYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;about malay kingship and dignitaries and whatnots... hence, B- enough to make me elated. unlike my soci essay. sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;and, and!! i'm done and over with linear LAB!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh. eyecandy was late. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i crashed nisa's lect.&lt;br /&gt;EHHH i just realised. TODAY'S MY LAST DAY FOR THE SEM.&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;AND I SPENT THE LAST 2 HOURS IN SCHOOL DOING WHAT???&lt;br /&gt;CRASHING SOMEONE'S LECT.&lt;br /&gt;WHY?????&lt;br /&gt;nyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. mug again. hurrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-363467423449301681?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/363467423449301681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=363467423449301681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/363467423449301681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/363467423449301681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/04/dozed-off-in-96.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-1933020211481448834</id><published>2009-04-16T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T01:13:50.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where'll this go?</title><content type='html'>had pepper grilled fish at megabites just now.&lt;br /&gt;by the time i digged in, it was cold. but hu cares, i was starving;&lt;br /&gt;having waited for 7.30 to dinner with qalbu peeps.&lt;br /&gt;and hurrrr, cekak/mat rep wasnt there. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;but that didnt stop me from blushing. thanks to nisa.&lt;br /&gt;notty eh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad fetched me from mrt. and i came home to Cheng tng and watermelons.&lt;br /&gt;(((((((((((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;was super full but..HAHA. cheng tng and fruits only kannn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's absurd really, that i could grin like a fool everytime i have a picture of you in my mind despite my feeling tired, trying to cramp whatever for tomorrow's lab quiz and my ankle hurting AGAIN . . . . . EHHH. this is getitng FREAKY. SHOO!!! get away from my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-1933020211481448834?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/1933020211481448834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=1933020211481448834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/1933020211481448834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/1933020211481448834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/04/wherell-this-go.html' title='where&apos;ll this go?'/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-452632984653751185</id><published>2009-04-14T00:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T00:40:56.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SeNq0xqw0_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/yI6snkX0Jek/s1600-h/cdna+bacon.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324216639400498162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SeNq0xqw0_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/yI6snkX0Jek/s320/cdna+bacon.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it just me or do the cDNAs look like bacons?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and omggg. this diag does NOT help explain microarrays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-452632984653751185?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/452632984653751185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=452632984653751185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/452632984653751185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/452632984653751185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-it-just-me-or-do-cdnas-look-like.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SeNq0xqw0_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/yI6snkX0Jek/s72-c/cdna+bacon.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-2100678951723342617</id><published>2009-04-12T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:24:38.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QALBU</title><content type='html'>before i forget i shall mention snippets of yesterday and today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesterday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAFA Lee foundation isnt far from bugis mrt, reallly.&lt;br /&gt;if you happen to be walking with me, ohho, it's like, i know&lt;br /&gt;the way but i'm not sure so we trial &amp;amp; error.&lt;br /&gt;the theatre, the dressing rooms were friggin cold.&lt;br /&gt;i pee-ed so many times.&lt;br /&gt;i used a LOT if tissues.&lt;br /&gt;i got cranky halfway.&lt;br /&gt;what a suprise.&lt;br /&gt;mat tore the pantyhose. TU LAH TAK TAU DIAM.&lt;br /&gt;nisa got sandals and a pinkish PEARL.&lt;br /&gt;i got shiny nails.&lt;br /&gt;i washed my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;just now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached early. i was clad in dri-fit tee and leggings and carrying&lt;br /&gt;like, so many things. but hu cares? we went by car.&lt;br /&gt;but i totally forgot that i have to leave the building to find food.&lt;br /&gt;so yaaa. totally TAK GLAM.&lt;br /&gt;nasi lemak at fong seng was gooooooooooooooood.&lt;br /&gt;azmil was being annoying. cheetah...leopard okay.&lt;br /&gt;show went well.&lt;br /&gt;tix were confusing but we survived.&lt;br /&gt;i was chocolate deprived, please.&lt;br /&gt;i got cranky.&lt;br /&gt;washed eyes. woohoohoo.&lt;br /&gt;hugged and screamed.&lt;br /&gt;watched play. like, FINALLY get to do it.&lt;br /&gt;ijc peeps. ahhh. missed them.&lt;br /&gt;went on stage..and nisa and i suddenly became play directors.&lt;br /&gt;heart stutterred.&lt;br /&gt;debrief.&lt;br /&gt;washed eyes.&lt;br /&gt;fad got cranky AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;but basically i was just so very upset. not cranky. and i wished&lt;br /&gt;ppl could let me be..but..noo. haha.&lt;br /&gt;azmil was being annoying. cat...LEOPARD LAAA.&lt;br /&gt;i was still upset.&lt;br /&gt;dad reached the mo i walked to the streets.&lt;br /&gt;got strawberries from hakimah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and babe, sorry if i dirtied your top with my mascara.&lt;br /&gt;sorry that i cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-2100678951723342617?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/2100678951723342617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=2100678951723342617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/2100678951723342617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/2100678951723342617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/04/qalbu.html' title='QALBU'/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-4796168703226888121</id><published>2009-04-08T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:38:42.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smile like you mean it.</title><content type='html'>Last tuesday, this happened while i was waiting for my pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chi guy&gt;&gt;uasjgduashduah?&lt;br /&gt;me&gt;&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;chi guy&gt;&gt;kjahsdahlailalkw?&lt;br /&gt;me&gt;&gt;. . . .&lt;br /&gt;chi guy&gt;&gt;why are you looking at me????&lt;br /&gt;me&gt;&gt;huh? oh! haha! sorry, couldnt hear what you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;chi guy&gt;&gt; (rolls eyes) chilli. and. cheese.?&lt;br /&gt;me&gt;&gt;haha..can. sorry sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what happened just now while i was waiting for my fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same chi guy&gt;&gt;here's your fries.&lt;br /&gt;but before he handed me my fries.........&lt;br /&gt;same chi guy&gt;&gt;TODAY IS ALREADY WED! SMILE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;me&gt;&gt; (eyes popped in shock, seriously) haha! (smiles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he sounded so exasperated. haha. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-4796168703226888121?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/4796168703226888121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=4796168703226888121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/4796168703226888121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/4796168703226888121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/04/smile-like-you-mean-it.html' title='smile like you mean it.'/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-2271094079123087927</id><published>2009-04-05T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:24:05.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calc lab done.&lt;br /&gt;MS essay done.&lt;br /&gt;Genes assignment done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And handed in. On friday. Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's been...woah.&lt;br /&gt;Super beat...and there's the whole emotional roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;ONE MORE WEEK AND I AM DONE WITH THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I planned to visit candy empire.&lt;br /&gt;I ended up visitting ClubMarc and CottonOn too.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I'll admit. I shopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. and i had a maple syrup stain on my top. tskkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i HAD things to mention the past few days...BUT i was too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;by now, i forgotten what i wanted to say. like, hurrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. May next week be a good one.&lt;br /&gt;God willing, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OMG. STOP SPENDING ALREADY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-2271094079123087927?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/2271094079123087927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=2271094079123087927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/2271094079123087927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/2271094079123087927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/04/ahhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-1837529125221521138</id><published>2009-04-03T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:01:50.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS</title><content type='html'>The verdict?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round One.&lt;br /&gt;We won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round Two.&lt;br /&gt;We won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't "bitch" talk with the bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Cos the bitch'll BITE BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-1837529125221521138?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-8585053239961886290</id><published>2009-03-25T12:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T12:35:38.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the wonders of a good breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;i feel...good..?&lt;br /&gt;well, how could i not.&lt;br /&gt;i had waffles and fruit juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing MS today.&lt;br /&gt;did linear yesterday...nothing much was accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;hurrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh. making lasagna today too.&lt;br /&gt;and OH. i owe faris a waffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people think differently, react to situations differently too.&lt;br /&gt;but i never fathomed myself reacting and&lt;br /&gt;thinking THIS differently.&lt;br /&gt;what scares me the most is that, i dont know what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;i cant foresee the likelihood of something even happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-8585053239961886290?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/8585053239961886290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=8585053239961886290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/8585053239961886290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/8585053239961886290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/03/wonders-of-good-breakfast.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-4694548488646991084</id><published>2009-03-24T12:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T12:34:44.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so tired to even cry.&lt;br /&gt;then again, i dont see a reason for me to weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some people are really...fucking tactless.&lt;br /&gt;you need help, you jolly well ask for it nicely.&lt;br /&gt;don't add insults here and there, thinking it's subltle enough&lt;br /&gt;for me not to comprehend. because HELLO, i am not spastic.&lt;br /&gt;i can perfectly decipher your words, sublty mentioned or&lt;br /&gt;BLATANTLY spoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fuck, right now, i dont believe _____ exists anymore.&lt;br /&gt;stupid crap.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, really. i do NOT need this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're underaged, and you've read this entry, wash your brain with chlorine.&lt;br /&gt;no, seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-4694548488646991084?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/4694548488646991084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=4694548488646991084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/4694548488646991084'/><link rel='self' 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contrary.. i passed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i thought the highest i could get was a mid fail. lollll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if my eyes aren't fooling me, someone's acting like a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am shopping-deprived.&lt;br /&gt;huhhh. rrrright.&lt;br /&gt;actually, ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i just purchased sth online..TOTALLY ON IMPULSE.&lt;br /&gt;like, half an hour ago...thanks to fit. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna eat lasagne. and boneto flakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-3707082509363307669?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/3707082509363307669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-3758210429906708496</id><published>2009-03-13T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:17:12.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i managed to shop within my budget!! (applause)&lt;br /&gt;and someone bought a printer! ginormous!!!&lt;br /&gt;but damn worth it i must say. 99 BUCKS. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;but the stress. har har har. but really, WORTH the PAIN.&lt;br /&gt;physically (cos it was uber heavy) and emotionally (cos PPL ARE SO TACTLESS. STOP STARING, HELLO???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clearly, i had a good time. only that i'm famished and a bit stressed cos of the whole soci essay test. but woohoohoo. i feel good, despite still being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hoho! i've been drinking a LOT these few days.&lt;br /&gt;like, really, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A LOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-3758210429906708496?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/3758210429906708496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=3758210429906708496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/3758210429906708496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/3758210429906708496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-managed-to-shop-within-my-budget.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-7393637316206745218</id><published>2009-03-12T12:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:49:27.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my body's aching all over.&lt;br /&gt;stiff almost everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;wow. guess there's a first time for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;to have a flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was scavenging for pain killers and i found..&lt;br /&gt;normal panadol, muscle &amp;amp; joints panadol, panadol xtra, lensip.&lt;br /&gt;there's simply no way i am drinking lensip.&lt;br /&gt;i'd gladly swallow a caplet or 2. which i've already done.&lt;br /&gt;and i took my runny nose medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;already made plans for tmr. and i shall study diligently today&lt;br /&gt;so that i'd feel good tmr. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing multivar calc and linear alg today.&lt;br /&gt;sociology tmr at ain's.&lt;br /&gt;shopping before that at suntec. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;again, i am an almost accurate depiction of the phrase&lt;br /&gt;"bubbling with excitement".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the medicine's kicking in. haa. time for a nap...soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-7393637316206745218?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/7393637316206745218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=7393637316206745218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/7393637316206745218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/7393637316206745218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-bodys-aching-all-over.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-2151544210358935959</id><published>2009-03-10T12:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:11:32.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>snippets of saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ah. no lighter.&lt;br /&gt;- ooh pretty pink lighter.&lt;br /&gt;- why does it seem like we're back at the interchange?&lt;br /&gt;- let's cab.&lt;br /&gt;- shoot. which floor? guess and check then.&lt;br /&gt;- happy birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;- study your place? can uh. lunch too? anything uh.&lt;br /&gt;- ddr at cwp?&lt;br /&gt;- so many ppl. azi, you no need change top.&lt;br /&gt;- ddr at sunplaza?&lt;br /&gt;- to those who havent ddr-ed or new, they'll be freaked out by the 2 of you elephants.&lt;br /&gt;- desserts at pastamania?&lt;br /&gt;- tiramisu, raspberry mascarpone, banana pizza, spinach tortellini&lt;br /&gt;- oh. strawberries, pineapples, coconuts. THANKS AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snippets of friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ssc.&lt;br /&gt;- breaking dawn.&lt;br /&gt;- esprit top.&lt;br /&gt;- daiso!&lt;br /&gt;- splash park (or whatever it's called)&lt;br /&gt;- cherry blossom body purree. (swoons~)&lt;br /&gt;- cab home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm done with the twilight series on sunday. finally.&lt;br /&gt;my head's throbbing today. hurrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;think i'll go burn cranberry? or green tea?&lt;br /&gt;bbf's ep 18 still isnt out. dammit.&lt;br /&gt;and omg. i love katy perry's thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;and i need to watch tonnes of webcasts.&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-2151544210358935959?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/2151544210358935959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=2151544210358935959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/2151544210358935959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/2151544210358935959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/03/snippets-of-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-1749402409300129553</id><published>2009-03-02T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:41:50.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>linear algebra tomorrow. and i've only managed to fill up one page of cheat sheet.&lt;br /&gt;dunno what else to write. AHAHAHA. rrrrrrrrrrrright.&lt;br /&gt;as long as that paper's not filled, i'd feel insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my back is aching.&lt;br /&gt;i ate alot today.&lt;br /&gt;i skived genes and soc for good today.&lt;br /&gt;i also skived linear algebra. omg. i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eyecandy held the door open for me.&lt;br /&gt;i totally forgot bout the facebook crap. hurrr.&lt;br /&gt;now that i remember it...tskkk. wth seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god for just now's paper tho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-1749402409300129553?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/1749402409300129553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=1749402409300129553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/1749402409300129553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/1749402409300129553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/03/linear-algebra-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-7963686547495925595</id><published>2009-02-26T16:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:47:25.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>y'know, robert pattinson had this new SUPPOSEDLY manly haircut.&lt;br /&gt;and some people're like upset cos his mane's gone. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;wait. the funniest things are the online comments i read while browsing the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;omg what happened to his hair?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;WHERE HAS HIS HAIR GONE TO??&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;"where has his hair gone to??" his hair's gone to his FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. i enjoy reading comments made online. damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;altho some can be damn vulgar and annoying.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of comments made online.............&lt;br /&gt;i made one on youtube. sth about miley cyrus's voice in this particular&lt;br /&gt;live performance. stand up to cancer.&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, i was MEAN. haha. but i meant it as a joke okayyy.&lt;br /&gt;and someone gave me a thumbs-up even. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. back to mugging. tangent planes and linear approximation.&lt;br /&gt;yes, HUH???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-7963686547495925595?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/7963686547495925595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=7963686547495925595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/7963686547495925595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/7963686547495925595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/02/yknow-robert-pattinson-had-this-new.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-2619328340700775974</id><published>2009-02-24T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:11:32.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm midway thru my sociology webcast. and i dozed off every now and then as i lay on my bed, closed my eyes and listened to the lecturer droning. and i realised lying down and closing my eyes really isnt working. so now i'm seated and watching webcast (ha. ditto the fact that i'm now blogging la and that someone is starting a conversation with me on msn).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang. so sleepy...but just a few more min of lecture to go..&lt;br /&gt;hurrr. perserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOH. nisa put on eyeliner today. in the LIBRARY. thanks to meeeeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-2619328340700775974?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/2619328340700775974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=2619328340700775974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/2619328340700775974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/2619328340700775974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-midway-thru-my-sociology-webcast.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-3830836313484403500</id><published>2009-02-19T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:56:41.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got a rose on monday.&lt;br /&gt;((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy please. and touched to a point of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been eating megabites breakfast meals.&lt;br /&gt;for 3 DAYS. yes. THREE DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;but hello, it's like TWO NINETY ONLY and keeps me full till afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;or at least keeps me from being hungry. like, i'm not full but i'm not hungry either.&lt;br /&gt;geddit? no? then never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;so much inertia.&lt;br /&gt;and i am so uncomfortable when i'm around them these days.&lt;br /&gt;to a point it's annoying. or rather, i'm annoyed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;but it's like...you look at things and you'll go&lt;br /&gt;"hmm. sth's not right with this picture. whass going on?"&lt;br /&gt;and it is really really really pissing me off sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;like, HELLO? &lt;waves&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-3830836313484403500?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/3830836313484403500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=3830836313484403500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/3830836313484403500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/3830836313484403500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-got-rose-on-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-3737160664892332412</id><published>2009-02-15T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:57:26.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>remorse.&lt;br /&gt;guilt.&lt;br /&gt;worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont need anyone to remind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i could really just bang my head against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;or simply hide in my blanket, bite myself and wallow in self-hatred.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sounding melodramatic. but really.&lt;br /&gt;i feel horrible. cos it was my bad.&lt;br /&gt;all mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there's no better time to scream, now is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-3737160664892332412?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/3737160664892332412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=3737160664892332412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/3737160664892332412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/3737160664892332412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/02/remorse.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-5033597657878198823</id><published>2009-02-13T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:30:54.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>felt groggy today that i left work an hour earlier.&lt;br /&gt;with permission of course.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to just now morning.&lt;br /&gt;ya. i got drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha. no reason to panic people. i do NOT drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was groggy merely due to the fact that i went on this crazy thing TWICE.&lt;br /&gt;first was this car racing thing that left me with a hoarse voice having screamed like a lunatic. second ride was a roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went on the ddr!!! whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exchanged gifts before that. and omg, our photo is damn DECEIVING.&lt;br /&gt;we looked tall and thin. much to my delight. haha! how delusional.&lt;br /&gt;but really. a girl can dream, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love yall. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-5033597657878198823?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/5033597657878198823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=5033597657878198823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/5033597657878198823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/5033597657878198823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/02/felt-groggy-today-that-i-left-work-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-1013830140740996512</id><published>2009-02-13T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:30:59.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am currently in love with the song unbeautiful by lesley roys.&lt;br /&gt;yes, yes..yesteryear song. but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still not sick of love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am still not done with half of gift thingys for the girls.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like .75 done. haha. EH. wait. make that .60 cos i just remembered&lt;br /&gt;i havent packed the you-know-whats also. gahhh.&lt;br /&gt;which means, i have to wake up super early lest i'll be late.&lt;br /&gt;and ain'll strangle me.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh ooh! i finally got my hands on eclipse. credit goes to man. haha.&lt;br /&gt;tho there're like a few scratches, it being at the bottom of the pile and all..&lt;br /&gt;i'm just thankful. so no complains.  haha. really. i was. . .elated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant seem to comprehend certain things. including some of the things i'm doing. like my ms mod for instance. gawd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-1013830140740996512?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/1013830140740996512/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-8633691648930125647</id><published>2009-02-09T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:44:12.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i totally skived genes and soc just now. sort of.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i sat for the 1st half only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've yet to decide what to give the girls. but i have an idea...&lt;br /&gt;but that only makes half of it. i need materials to get started too.&lt;br /&gt;and i need to start with my readings...SCHOOL readings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired to type.&lt;br /&gt;let alone think of what to type. gahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh wait.&lt;br /&gt;had coffee beans cakes just now. wheee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-6844096279643789089</id><published>2009-02-01T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:55:26.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have a crazy impulse to hiss at someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breathe fad, breathe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-6844096279643789089?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/6844096279643789089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=6844096279643789089' title='0 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nisa.&lt;br /&gt;now that's a first. haha.&lt;br /&gt;we both ended up spending more than what we intended.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. whaddya expect missus?&lt;br /&gt;put 2 shopping-deprived girls in a shopping mall that has&lt;br /&gt;tenants like dorothy, esprit and whatnots. even build-a-bear was appealing.&lt;br /&gt;and i managed not to spend a single cent at mns cos apparently we&lt;br /&gt;still have one pack of biscuits left unopened and i highly doubt it'll perish&lt;br /&gt;within this coming week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;my patience (or what little patience i already have) is wearing off.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;fellow commuters are soooo GAHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;remarkably a pain in the ass and never fail to piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;you frigging take out ur frigging ez-link before you reach the barrier&lt;br /&gt;not when you are right in front of it and you start groping around.&lt;br /&gt;and form a frigging queue of tired, fuming people.&lt;br /&gt;i understand that some of you might be under stress and are distracted&lt;br /&gt;but hello?? other people are also under stress and distracted. but we do&lt;br /&gt;not exhibit weird, seething-anger-stimulating behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;and oh god, STOP flipping your handbags up, down, right, left, rotate&lt;br /&gt;clockwise and anticlockwise. it's annoying and looks awfully stupid.&lt;br /&gt;and GET OUT OF MY WAY. i am an ALIGHTING passenger.&lt;br /&gt;you are a BOARDING passenger; so you WAIT and KEEP CLEAR.&lt;br /&gt;you dun push your way thru. or wait. you do NOT push me.&lt;br /&gt;as little as i am i have feelings and i'll just push you back.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. no, serious. i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh sorry ah. my blog alignment is horrid. lol.&lt;br /&gt;and how tragic. my entry jumped from the joy and satisfaction of having shopped&lt;br /&gt;to the angst and fury of me-a fellow commuter who does not, i think, piss others.&lt;div 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too.'/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-5798726811167581654</id><published>2009-01-25T21:27:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:24:35.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm here as a result of being tagged by fit so she has sth to gossip about (or sth like that. haha!)&lt;br /&gt;and now fellow readers, the moment some of you are waiting for...&lt;br /&gt;behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten things you may not (or some of you already may) know about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i have NEVER ever played with play-doh when i was young (not that i'm playing with it now, either) because my mother didnt want me to dirty the floor. the frigging floor. talk about a deprived childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i used to bully my primary school friend when i was in primary ONE. hahaha! i pinched her when she refused to do sth i told her to. and if i'm not mistaken, she got teary. primary one only okay? when we were in pri3, she changed school and before you get any ideas, i was NOT the reason for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) i was a freak in primary school. and in lower sec. the hair, the way i was clad in my uniform and the way i behaved spelt FUR-REAK. the hair...gives me the shiver even thinking bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) crankiness in inherent in me since i was BORN. i'll get cranky when i'm hungry, when i havent eaten a good chocolate for days and the weather's too humid (wow. that's like almost everyday in singapore haha!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) BARF was my middle name until i was err...pri6? i would barf over the stupidest thing. anything that made me nervous, anxious, worried and other unbalanced state of emotion. enough said. bloody embarrasing this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) i was underweight. SUPERBLY underweight till i was pri3. and had to go for checkups for 3 years cos the nurses thot i was malnourished or diseased. and then they introduced me to those PILLS. and viola, i became AMAZINGLY round. stupid shit. i'll never forgive those doctors and nurses. i looked so pretty when i was 5 years old, with long flowy hair. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) i was known in my kindegarten cos i was one of the smartest heehee. and OH. i was known also because i was the "girl-who-pukes-almost-everyday-in-school".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) i blush easily. pespire easily too. gross but i cant help it, the pespiring part i mean. overly active sweat glands and easily dilated blood vessels under the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) i love running. i was in track and field when i was in primary school. then i got fatter when i was in pri5 and i became lazier and slower. altho my 1.6km timing was still an A. there's this thrill i feel when running (provided nobody is pressurising me to speed up or catch up or keep up and if there's no a timewatch involved). the feeling of having completed dunno-how-many kms is simply...woaaah. and regarding motivation to run and whatnots, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;motivate myself most of the time and running with a group of people is just too pressurising for me. oh. excpet this one time at the stadium..this angmoh motivated me. haha. he ran well. it's not all about the looks okayy. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and 10) i love my family and friends. and my zara jumpers. shoes and make-up. and floorball. and chocolates. and shopping. and fast cars. like that black lamborghini i saw just now. drools.&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/5296293306896680332-5798726811167581654?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/5798726811167581654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=5798726811167581654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/5798726811167581654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/5798726811167581654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-here-as-result-of-being-tagged-by.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-3873859894653181686</id><published>2009-01-21T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:49:31.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life's confusing.&lt;br /&gt;if yours isnt, your life must be boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i'm implying it's worse off.&lt;br /&gt;but still. . . the boredom. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to HALT my shopping sprees for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;haha. my pay isnt in yet and i'm spending alomst every day.&lt;br /&gt;tsk, tskkk. god forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;budden, i'm spending on necessities. like clothes. and earrings.&lt;br /&gt;and mns biscuits and other junk...does that count? hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-3873859894653181686?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/3873859894653181686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=3873859894653181686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/3873859894653181686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/3873859894653181686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/01/lifes-confusing.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-6757444685855462995</id><published>2009-01-16T14:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:26:33.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went all the way to bugis jxn's kinokuniya just to purchase new moon.&lt;br /&gt;the things i do...haha. and of course, to meet ain.&lt;br /&gt;and to make me feel like it was worth it to travel all the way&lt;br /&gt;(altho i was using concession. HA.) i bought myself a pair of socks from esprit.&lt;br /&gt;and i am soooo getting that bag next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my display of excitement was delayed due to certain circumstances&lt;br /&gt;or rather certain people but once i got home i was shrieking away.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS. i'm done reading it. nyehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am totally grateful of the weather these days.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. so windy and sunny. especially on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. you're still around the vicinty. hmm. how's that possible?&lt;br /&gt;i dont wish to see you again, really, though.&lt;br /&gt;because it's beyond ridiculous how things are. or seem to be.&lt;br /&gt;or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-6757444685855462995?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-6684431506316950955</id><published>2009-01-11T15:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:17:46.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i failed to -----. or maybe it didnt seem like -----ing, which was why he stepped out. in my mind, i was picturing him, running out, screaming like a lunatic. haaa. the wildness of my imagination. but he didnt have to drop by twice, did he? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going azi's place later.&lt;br /&gt;school tomorrow. yaaaaay...(hurrr)&lt;br /&gt;got all 5 mods.&lt;br /&gt;left to ballot for tuts.&lt;br /&gt;HA. yet another pain in the backside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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for this just now morn when i was in the loo. it works wonders..and i thought nettle was already good.&lt;br /&gt;2) the arcade.&lt;br /&gt;3) twilight series.&lt;br /&gt;4) my liquid eyeliner. i mean, i've always adored it but now that i've changed to my old eyeliner, i miss the intensity and the whole smudge-free or smudged-but- easy-to-clean part. and i didnt have to worry bout waking up looking like a monster.&lt;br /&gt;5) deep sleep pillow mist. sighhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to get my shopping list for this month done soon. and i've decided set myself a budget.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. but i can still hear my mother groaning if she knows how much. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt; she knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work later. closed on cny!!! gereks.&lt;br /&gt;and i really cant help it if the blonde in me surfaces once in a while. and i dont like it either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-4543847514139157310</id><published>2009-01-05T10:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T10:37:33.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's a monday morning and someone has to piss me off&lt;br /&gt;shaking in fury. and it took a large part of me from banging&lt;br /&gt;my fists on the keyboard as i am typing.&lt;br /&gt;so tactless of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're still in my prayers, honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and someone, distract me.&lt;br /&gt;even shitty module bidding cant calm me down.&lt;br /&gt;the anger's gone. but ugh. maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-4543847514139157310?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/4543847514139157310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=4543847514139157310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/4543847514139157310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/4543847514139157310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-monday-morning-and-someone-has-to.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' 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(raise eyebrows)&lt;br /&gt;ain: can ah.&lt;br /&gt;azi: nyeheheh!!!&lt;br /&gt;me: ooh! okay uh. eh. before you get excited, need i remind you? you're in IJC PE shirt.&lt;br /&gt;azi: GASP. omg! aghhh! go buy clothes from this fashion. very cheap. (the rest of us were laughing like mad on the escalator)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai. trust my friends to make us all laugh like we've gone bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;then that day marked the 1st day i stepped on a ddr machine. and held japanese drum's drumsticks. sounds grammatically wrong...hmm.&lt;br /&gt;had a great time. 4 rounds on ddr okayyy!&lt;br /&gt;laughed, talked and did rubbish. ahhh. what nostalgia. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day of 2009 was spent in johor. where i had one of the WORST tummy cramps ever.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt give a shit that the immigration office had to look at my face. i just curled up in the car and slept. for all i knew, i actually passed out. haha. utter exxageration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS. i finally got myself a pair of everlast. the plan was to get JUST that. but again, plans are merely plans. and i got myself a pair of gisele sth-sth slippers. ahahaaa. anddddddddddd all that're not from my own pocket. double ahahaa. ANDDDDD i almost bought a pair of wedge just now from this shop at...hurrr of all places...funan. almost. but very nice and comfy eyyyy. and my mother was soooooooooooooooooooooooo not helping. kept going "nak? nak tak? tak nak? nak?" i feel guilty for spending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's safe to say that the whole world knows my fetish for shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-2562704339512690137?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/2562704339512690137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=2562704339512690137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/2562704339512690137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/2562704339512690137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2009/01/mmm-hmmmmmmmmm.html' title='mmm hmmmmmmmmm.'/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-1223456149621043142</id><published>2008-12-31T13:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:37:07.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and so.....2008 draws to a close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i must say, this year's been filled with loads of happenings.&lt;br /&gt;what with my alvl results, the jobs i did, the things i do and the people i meet.&lt;br /&gt;need i even say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i should. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THINGS I'VE ACHIEVED THIS YEAR (may or may not be in chronological order)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i'm first-aid certified&lt;br /&gt;- i was a language trainer for those little devs&lt;br /&gt;- i worked. 3 jobs. and i have NEVER EVER worked before. and i'm currently sticking to my sales job. and let us not dwell on that one particular job which i liked but too bad the employer was such an ASS bcos then this wudnt be a 'what i've achieved' list any longer.&lt;br /&gt;- did well for my a-levels econs&lt;br /&gt;- got accepted to nus, sci&lt;br /&gt;- got thru a whole semester in uni and i'm still in one piece physically&lt;br /&gt;- met new friends. a lot. in campus and outside campus.&lt;br /&gt;- went to places that i've never been to before in singapore. and i dun wish to specify. heh.&lt;br /&gt;- learnt to play the gamelan and i actually enjoyed myself&lt;br /&gt;- played thai music and music of the minangkabau people&lt;br /&gt;- one day, i reached home at almost 1am. this has GOT to be an achievement. bcos i wasnt told off.&lt;br /&gt;- in may (or some other month this year) i went to the cinnie thrice. never happened before, okaaay.&lt;br /&gt;- drank a large ultimate and blackforest in less than 2 hours. and i was knocked out after that. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;- i have people asking for my name card. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;- this year marks the year i sat in a fast food restaurant and ate alone. ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;- did well for cz problem solving and computation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those are a handful of achievements they sound as good as bragging. haha. but then again, it's not like some things are worth bragging..like the part i got knocked out. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and goodness. i wanna see my eyecandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fb "marathon". will only be able to make it tmr. d-uh. o well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-1223456149621043142?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/1223456149621043142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=1223456149621043142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/1223456149621043142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/1223456149621043142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-so.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-5730409066265708655</id><published>2008-12-29T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:50:40.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there're things i intended to jot down...but they seem redundant and of no importance. or i'm simply lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been going hospital for a few days. and they've been in my prayers. i hope i can stay strong myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i disike my new uniform. i look like i'm working in a frigging chinese restaurant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-5730409066265708655?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/5730409066265708655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=5730409066265708655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/5730409066265708655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/5730409066265708655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2008/12/therere-things-i-intended-to-jot-down.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-8315612639585679453</id><published>2008-12-25T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:38:56.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got home at 0045. nyehhh. everyone else got home later. i was the first. WOW WHAT A SUPRISE. haaaaa. not that i'm complaining...much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i wish i could choose the dreams i'd like to come true.&lt;br /&gt;aahaahaa. that was ultimate bullcrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had log cake today!&lt;br /&gt;oh. i think we made a racket midnight with all the exxagerated shoutings and laughing. and kissing. HAHAHA. (okaaay. kissing can't be THAT noisy, can it? lolllll)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god for many things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-8315612639585679453?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/8315612639585679453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=8315612639585679453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/8315612639585679453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/8315612639585679453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2008/12/got-home-at-0045.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-5077641696068310802</id><published>2008-12-23T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:29:43.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up to this...&lt;br /&gt;o allah ya rahim, please bestow to all my loved oned pleasant suprises on this beautiful day. keep loving them and keep their heart close to you. amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passed all my mods. and i have to mention this..&lt;br /&gt;i passed my CZ mod with a B-!!! omgggg. coolness.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU WU LEI. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and of course, thank god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-5077641696068310802?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/5077641696068310802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=5077641696068310802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/5077641696068310802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/5077641696068310802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2008/12/woke-up-to-this.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-8730759470554976694</id><published>2008-12-22T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T23:37:15.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY WEEKEND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went terminal 3 then vivo&lt;br /&gt;bought 16 pairs of ear studs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY DAY TODAY&lt;br /&gt;waiting..for 9am tmr while i try hard not to think bout it&lt;br /&gt;budden, the fact that i'm waiting for it means i'm thinking of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my feet are aching like nobody's biz&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may tomorrow be good. insyallah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-8730759470554976694?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/8730759470554976694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=8730759470554976694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/8730759470554976694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/8730759470554976694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-weekend-went-terminal-3-then-vivo.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-4971025833818275011</id><published>2008-12-18T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:55:37.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first and foremost, i would like to thank the Alimighty for today.&lt;br /&gt;hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think it must've sth to do with yesterday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ran&lt;/span&gt; with azi in the mornnn. and i upped from 3 to 4km!!!&lt;br /&gt;((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i watched &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TWILIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; with ain at jp today. first show. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanchiong liao.&lt;br /&gt;lunch- i had&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; TAKOYAKI&lt;/span&gt; (almost typed konayuki. lolll) and nisa joined us.&lt;br /&gt;then ain went off to school (boooo!!!!) and the 2 of us went SHOPPING.&lt;br /&gt;well, i did most of the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt; uhh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and OHHO, just now was one of the most fulfilling shopping sprees.&lt;br /&gt;but i din get anything for myself. LOLLL.&lt;br /&gt;i ran yesterday. i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lifted weights&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;serious shit. the gifts were super heavy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hehhhh. i just managed to psycho my parents bout the aussino sale. haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was funnn. too bad azi couldnt make it.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of azi...&lt;br /&gt;WHO WOULD SMS ANYONE THINGS LIKE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have a BERAK, have a kit-kat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT 2AM IN THE MORN???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-4971025833818275011?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/4971025833818275011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=4971025833818275011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/4971025833818275011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/4971025833818275011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-and-foremost-i-would-like-to.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-6678518678670759000</id><published>2008-12-14T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:37:23.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank god for nani's wedding cos it distracted me from walloping in self-pity and bingit-ness. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i didnt fancy what i saw and heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. screw you people.&lt;br /&gt;harsh, but really. if you had more brain cells or conscience, you would've been wiser. at least you would've known how to behave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. this entry's not going to be all about my expressing how disturbed i was (or still am) about the above. OF COURSE there were funny snippets of what happened. haha. and knowing us..well, go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a video call while the bride was being made-up and haha, that was my first time angling the phone camera on another person's face who's in front of me. so i couldnt gauge if the caller (my other cuzzie) could see the bride's face and my cuzzie ended up looking at my nostrils every time i adjusted the phone. HAHAHA! also, the bride earlier requested us not to make her laugh during her wedding cos she'd look damn unglam. and knowing me, i just HAD to make her laugh. but was okay, she could suppress SOME of her laughter. aahaahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched this kepang thing at the playground area. (NOT my cuzzie's.) and i was...no other word for it...captivated. i mean, i've seen this before but not the part where there're trances and whatnots (hehh). the whole thing started at 1. and i heard it'll last all the way till night. woah. and and, i heard the gamelan playing! lolll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best part???&lt;br /&gt;or rather the best line for the day???&lt;br /&gt;was when the bride came up to us before the whole thing and went&lt;br /&gt;ALAMAK. HAUS AH, NAK PEGI MANDI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-6678518678670759000?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/6678518678670759000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=6678518678670759000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/6678518678670759000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/6678518678670759000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2008/12/thank-god-for-nanis-wedding-cos-it.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-7505494400898018162</id><published>2008-12-12T12:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:33:58.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That fire you ignited&lt;br /&gt;Good, bad and undecided&lt;br /&gt;Burns when I stand beside it&lt;br /&gt;Your light is ultraviolet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bridge to the song ultraviolet. or is that part of the chorus itself? haha. ain told me to watch ungus thongs and sth-sth last night and i heard this one, and it was not baddd. i mean, the lyrics make sense..unlike some songs.. haha. off to work later. updates later this weekend. cuzzie's wedding and all.&lt;br /&gt;(((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot wait for 18 dec. i am an almost accurate depiction of the saying "bubbling with excitement".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-7505494400898018162?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/7505494400898018162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=7505494400898018162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/7505494400898018162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/7505494400898018162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2008/12/that-fire-you-ignited-good-bad-and.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-2084483361296980164</id><published>2008-12-09T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:01:03.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i bought not one, not 2 but &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;4 &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bottles of hand wash.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; CANT HELP IT LA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my shopping needs and my shop-on-impulse needs are 2 ENTIRELY DISTINGUISHABLE things. (so yes, ain, we both need ___ ____ hahaha! future planning, luhhh. and the fact that we are aware that we need ___ ____ shows that we are THOUGHTFUL and we ANTICIPATE the FUTURE. double hahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the john little sale was over and i was like "thank gawd". then they started arranging stuffs for the other 'sale'. And i swear i took back my words. cos the thing that replaced john little was BEE CHENG HIANG. and people, do NOT feed your toddlers bakwa please!!! they do not need to ingest that fattening piece of meat at such a young age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and OH MY GOD. i cannot wait to start stick-n-ball-ing! FRIDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;and then i have to head off to work. full day. hA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and OH MY GOD. i cannot wait to watch you-know-whuttt! and i will spread my excitedness to you and you and you. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anddddd. i am feeling GOOOOOOOOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that, i thank the Almighty for today.&lt;br /&gt;may tmr be better, insyallah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-2084483361296980164?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/2084483361296980164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=2084483361296980164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/2084483361296980164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/2084483361296980164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-bought-not-one-not-2-but-4-bottles-of.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-429601032727517700</id><published>2008-12-08T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:48:26.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cinderella ran DOWN the stairs in her glass heels to rush home by midnight, before the spell's broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fad, on the other hand, ran UP the stairs in her heels (not glass, thank god) to get home before her BLADDER BURST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why, you may wonder? especialy when her aunt's place has &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; loos and she had all the time in the world to pee before going home? cause, fad thought she could hold on during the way home, completely forgetting the part that she had to send her other aunty home first. i am unbelievable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raya was fun-ish. at least today nani's around. so it was kinda complete. hahaha! if you get my drift. the 3 of us cuzzies. LOL. if not it's just wanie and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i din trip or lose my heels. HAHA. serious shit. i ran up the stairs in my HEELS. the things you do when you need the loo...hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-429601032727517700?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/429601032727517700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=429601032727517700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/429601032727517700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/429601032727517700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2008/12/cinderella-ran-down-stairs-in-her-glass.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-9161163675233726612</id><published>2008-12-07T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T00:56:23.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh. puh-leeeeeze.</title><content type='html'>work's been great. except for that one part i got HARRASSED by this guy, who came in and touched my HALO violently and told me to follow him advertise the pillows and bedsheets. my boss was like"eh, dont steal my girl!!!" Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my feets and calves are aching and i feel tired. so am sleeping in tomorrow. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh. saw him. and again, i was too shocked to even smile. i was like "gasp. wth." haaaaa. and i sooooo hope my blood vessels on my face didnt dilate just now. and sheesh. someone thought i was flirting with his friend. my god, PUH-LEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need new running shoes. WITH ARCH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-9161163675233726612?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/9161163675233726612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=9161163675233726612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/9161163675233726612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/9161163675233726612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-puh-leeeeeze.html' title='oh. puh-leeeeeze.'/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-6175584364772070508</id><published>2008-12-06T10:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T10:12:23.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i jogged just now!!! with my dad. as in, i jogged, my dad walked.&lt;br /&gt;and i feel OH-SO-GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm catching  up on ugly betty episodes that i've missed and i am sooo watching season3. altho i find betty rather foolish and the drama's getting draggy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working later. i have to wear the halo thingy cos the sant/elf hat doesnt do justice to my hair. my bangs get all flattened and just wrong. not that i wanna look cute. HAHA. no, really. i dont fancy being bugged by passer-bys and what-nots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may today be a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are looking up. and i am so sorry bout yesterday. hehh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-6175584364772070508?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/6175584364772070508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=6175584364772070508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/6175584364772070508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/6175584364772070508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-jogged-just-now-with-my-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-3253390098139988441</id><published>2008-12-04T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:14:42.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i didnt intend to blog tonight. but what the hell, here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much happening in such a short span of time.&lt;br /&gt;i got this news saturday or was it monday? ha. who cares.&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm worried for my friend and my friend's family.&lt;br /&gt;i kept telling my friend to stay strong. and i think i should take my own advice. HAAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, today at work (honestly, at WORK. worked full day even.) i thought&lt;br /&gt;"ah, forget it. this is going the wrong way. for me."&lt;br /&gt;so yes. i have decided to forget about THAT bullcrap of a pang.&lt;br /&gt;there wasnt even a pnag to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS. work's been fun. even if there're people who POINT AT ME and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;hello? i am cute and you are so effing jealous that you cant pull off that feathery halo.&lt;br /&gt;and i do appreciate all the flattery but please, it's kinda scary when you do it for TWO CONSECUTIVE DAYS. and you call me adik??? for all you know i'm as old as you are or maybe the age gap us just a year or 2. BUT all in all, it's been great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thank god for keeping me strong so far. altho i did blub sometimes (eventually i have to release my tears. cant keep them deprived of rolling down my cheeks. whatever sey, fad). and i thank god for the nice and warm ppl i work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OH MY GAWD. I WANT MY OWN EDWARD CULLEN, PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-3253390098139988441?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/3253390098139988441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=3253390098139988441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/3253390098139988441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/3253390098139988441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-didnt-intend-to-blog-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-8996484238905250075</id><published>2008-11-27T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:58:09.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some things are best left alone. DAMMIT. why am i even involved? indirectly, but, yes, involved. crrrrrrap. i do NOT need this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. here's how my day went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 9.30. and was like, "eyyy. no more mugging for meee."&lt;br /&gt;and i rolled out of bed at 9.45 to bathe. then sat and thought for a VERY long time what i shud wear. finally decided but by then, i knew i was gonna be late. my tummy was rumbling like a harley davidsons, so i had breakfast at 11. painted my pinkie and ring finger, put on makeup, then painted 2nd coat of nail polish, continue applying makeup, combed my hair, ACCIDENTALLY DESTROYED MY NOT TOTALLY DRIED NAILS, cursed, got rid of it, touched up, left house. see? what a well planned morning. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met fit and hida. and from then, the madness began.&lt;br /&gt;the crazy laughing-at-each-others-mrepekness and squeling like mice when we saw cute pretty things and just straight out plain silliness. and lunch was a laugh. from the black killer chillies to the mushroom masala to the naan. and hida. HAHAHA. oh. and why do i always find myself cam whoring in the loo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, ooh. i bought that twilight book. not the one according to the movie tho. i've yet to read it. my eyelids are screaming "sleep!". but hello? exams just ended. i wanna have fun and stay up late and sleep during the day. HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-8996484238905250075?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/8996484238905250075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=8996484238905250075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/8996484238905250075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/8996484238905250075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-things-are-best-left-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-5728164144990832525</id><published>2008-11-24T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:36:30.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm left with one core paper and one elective. and then, say hello to hours and days of enjoyment. budden, i'll be busy working. and let's not forget the upcoming trainings. ho-hum. PHYSICAL, babe. but still, work and training beats mugging at home or school or mac (having sat for hours a day, i think i burnt the seats at mac) and trying to sleep but cannot sleep cos i'm stressed cos i think (i know, actually) i havent done enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA. enough of my rantings. gotta get my cheat sheet done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and currently, i'm in love with beyonce's if i were a boy.&lt;br /&gt;watched the mv and ppl're like confused. hello ppl? isnt it like obvious?&lt;br /&gt;here i am feeling sad watching the video and they you guys are trying to decipher what the mv's about. haiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-5728164144990832525?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/5728164144990832525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=5728164144990832525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/5728164144990832525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/5728164144990832525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-left-with-one-core-paper-and-one.html' title=''/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296293306896680332.post-5568943478361467857</id><published>2008-11-19T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:16:15.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you and you, you and you. i?</title><content type='html'>cz consultation was a blast. really. no sarcasm intended. wu lei (my tutor, i finally know his name) was super helpful. he even made a joke! HAHAHA. WAIT. sidetrack a bit. i placed my earpiece in my ears for almost ten minutes and i only realised i havent turned on any music. LOL. the slengeness. ok. back. Yaaa. cz consultation was fruitful and it sure did make someone happy. haha. yes, yes, we secured ourselves 15-20 marks. my brain is officially packed. and i need my sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost missed you.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296293306896680332-5568943478361467857?l=cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/feeds/5568943478361467857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296293306896680332&amp;postID=5568943478361467857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/5568943478361467857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296293306896680332/posts/default/5568943478361467857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamon-loves.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-and-you-you-and-you-i.html' title='you and you, you and you. i?'/><author><name>fad.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bcF0ogvVB1w/SbxpZ85gG4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/01B3ac1CBBQ/S220/zaraheelsonly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
