<?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-5308378853018215919</id><updated>2011-07-31T11:33:35.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't have to ask for anything.</title><subtitle type='html'>Because with you I have everything.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-607650752245087886</id><published>2009-11-29T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T15:01:50.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You should've said no.</title><content type='html'>You should've said no.&lt;br /&gt;You should've gone home.&lt;br /&gt;You should've thought twice before you let it all go.&lt;br /&gt;You should've known the word, bout' what you did with her.&lt;br /&gt;Get back to me. (Get back to me)&lt;br /&gt;And I should've been there in the back of your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't be asking myself why.&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't begging for forgiveness in on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;You should've said no.&lt;br /&gt;Baby and you might still have me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairytale I'm not the one you sweep of her feet. Lead her up the stairwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So watch me strike a match on all my wasted time, as far as i'm concerened. You're just another picture to burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying, letting out my tears. I'll be fine. I know I will. Maybe all I need is to perform. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;No really. Hmmmmmmmmm. Maybe just one day, I'll bring Amanda and Siti down my block and play the guitar. :-) HEHE. I miss performing. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-607650752245087886?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/607650752245087886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-shouldve-said-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/607650752245087886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/607650752245087886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-shouldve-said-no.html' title='You should&apos;ve said no.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-7337241553295188171</id><published>2009-11-28T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T20:03:47.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you remember?</title><content type='html'>Hey there people, I'm done with taking my break from blogging. I'm sorry if you guys thought I abandoned my blog or something. Today I've just been laying around, thinking about what I'm suppose to do with my life. And I realised, I'm not afraid to camwhore again. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a photogenic now. Yay. How awesome. :-) Anywho.. I took a shower just now, ah, so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;My hair smells nice, heh. *Grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoah Whoah. I Miss Mrs David terribly. Haha. I wanna meet her up soon.&lt;br /&gt;And I miss Zhi Qi alot too. :'( Whoah. I need to meet up before my time runs out. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Holidays will fly soon, really. Aww. Oh yea, I miss coffee. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow is a big day. It's SITI's BIRTHDAY. HOW CAN I NOT REMEMBER THAT?!&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember that. Since I don't know if I want/can post tomorrow, this is the earliest post I can give ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Happy Thirteenth Birthday my Dearest Siti. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You've always been a great friend and I know you always will. You know how to make me smile, you know what I like, what I don't like and everything. We're like sisters because, I've known you since I was 11. Despite the fact, I've hurt yea a few times, you' re still willing to forgive and forget. Whatever I did, I'm real sorry, I apologise you for that, but I'm going to be here for you alright. :) I love you so much and you deserve the best thirteenth birthday sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything, and in a few more hours, you'll be thirteen. YAY. :-) Once again, happy birthday my sister, siti. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEH. I just got my bread with egg + sausages from mum and guess what. The conversation went like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Nah, here's your food.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yay. Thanks, wait. *walks to fridge, grab maple syrup.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Maple Syrup on bread with egg, sure?&lt;br /&gt;Me: YEA. Its AWESOME LAA.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: What?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Learn the word, Awesome! :)&lt;br /&gt;Mum: AWESOME!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yea! That's how you say it!! :D Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Kidss....&lt;br /&gt;Me: O.O! Hahah, okay thankss!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, that was cute. Anyway, I'm hungry, so I'm off to eat, weeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-7337241553295188171?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7337241553295188171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-you-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/7337241553295188171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/7337241553295188171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-you-remember.html' title='Do you remember?'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-7940823886804372670</id><published>2009-11-27T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T23:09:36.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change, change.</title><content type='html'>Dearest (insertname),&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I know you think I told everyone about it. But listen. I didn't. I only told the ones who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;actually cared for me,&lt;/span&gt; and have  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;been there for me all the time&lt;/span&gt;. I can't go to people and act like I and him is fine. When we're not. I can't just save his face all the time. This part, is between me and him. It's my mouth, I do what I want.&lt;br /&gt;Second, if you think I'm acting like I'm just happy and fine about it, haha, I'm not acting. Because I believe I'm a really strong girl. If he didn't know how to manage a fight and then, solve it, but instead he insisted on a breakup, am I the one in fault. I apologized, I did my part. It's his part, but he never apologized. You call this basic courtesy? I'm sure you guys learned more than that in church right. :) But, anyway I don't blame him nor you at all. He's sad and I know that, but I've been hurt so much by him. That this time, nothing really hurts. Its all numb, haha. (: I have friends who are gonna be there for me, through thick and thin. All I really need is them, and you too girl. Don't worry about me, I'm always happy. No matter what. But I can't talk to him, cuz he'll avoid me anyway, so I don't wanna do anything about it alright. If you think I'm really in fault, without listening to what I've been through, I don't wanna say anything.&lt;br /&gt;Its him thats gonna be immature if he told everyone about it, it's not me. My closest friends only knows about it yea. :)&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Those of you who just read that post, you think I've broken up with so and so. Truth is, maybe I have. But. Just don't come putting at my tagboard, 'WHY YOU BREAK?!' or 'WHAT HAPPEN?!?!' Cuz I'm not telling. I have no intentions of bringing up the past nor mentioning that guy's name anymore. So if you wanna know, come and find me and ask me, I'm not gonna tell you why it's over, I'll just say if we're over - or not. Thanks. :-) Those of you who know why, I trust that you'll keep quiet about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he's outta my life. I'm not happy about it. But if that's what he really wants, I'll give it. :-)&lt;br /&gt;Today I earned real money with playing cards with my relatives. MAN. THEY'RE BROKE :)&lt;br /&gt;And I've earned quite alot, hehe. I know I like to boss. But C'MON!! FIRST TIME. HAHAH :)&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, my luck just came, I dont know what/who is my lucky charm, but thanks.&lt;br /&gt;I'm smiling, and I promise to change to be for the better next year and to keep to my priorities straight and where it needs to be. I'm still a strong lil' girl. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-7940823886804372670?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7940823886804372670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/change-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/7940823886804372670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/7940823886804372670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/change-change.html' title='Change, change.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-2802614776684353254</id><published>2009-11-25T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T18:20:20.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see your face in my mind as I drive away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back with my emoself. I think i'm better off being alone and sad sometimes. It's just that whatever I'm feeling, I don't show it. I'm always having that big grin on my face no matter what I'm feeling deep in my heart. This simply proves how much I've been hurt before.&lt;br /&gt;Going back and forth in love is just - tiring. I dont mean to say that I'm done and over with it, but because it's the only thing I could ever rely on that this time, I can't seem to make up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I don't know what to say or do at this very point of time. Though I wanna thank Darius, Siti and Amanda for cheering me up. Appreciate it alot guys.&lt;br /&gt;But just that - everytime I go down, there's no one to pick me up. What the hell am I suppose to say right now, I miss you but nothing seem to go right. Why can't you make simple sacrifices for me? Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went out with Siti to JurongPoint. Before that, I didn't know there was no band, whoah.&lt;br /&gt;That was damn sad. :-( I woke up @ 7:30AM but it was a waste, sigh. But good news, saw LJ. Haha. It was damn fun lar. Heheh. We had loads of fun, even though we were just slacking at hawker. After that, went to mac with siti for breakfast. Thanks for comin' along girl. :) Then, I had happy meal, haha. So fun sticking the stickers on my bassguitar. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, then we left for my house, slacked there. We had fun. And I was on my bed, trying to figure out the flash on my camera-phone then the idiotic flash kept on flashing on my eyes/face. Grrr. After that, my eyes were blur, yeah, Siti is definitely right. Haha. Then went to Siti's house, she changed we left to JurongPoint. Ate at Burger King and left for walk-walk. I loved kiddy palace best. Hahahah. It was heck fun. There was this parrot candy thingy then I didn't know how to work it, so I was pressing it, then suddenly the parrot made a noise. That freaked me out so so bad. While Siti was laughing away, hahah. Oh well, then we went to arcade and guess what.&lt;br /&gt;There was a lady standing behind one of the machines. Then she was saying, 'catch .. la..y..'.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't catch what she was saying, so I said, 'Huh?'. I was abit back, because there was an aunty infront of me, and beside Siti. So Siti wanted to repeat her sentence, and she eventually repeated it to another random aunty. When I came out. I was laughing my freaking ass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti is just damn cute. HAHAHAH. SUCKER! You made me spit mc flurry at a poor kid, so here you go another humilliation for ya. Hahah. Okay, joking. It was fun though. Then yeah, bought nail polish then left Jurong Point cuz I was tired. Damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;Then reached bouna vista, took 92 home. Then home. The same ol' thing, more scolding from mum and dad somehow. Mum has changed, just cuz she has some stupid moodswing, she's picking it on me. Sigh. I can't believe everyone I love is changing, and turning me down, :'(&lt;br /&gt;It's sad to see things like this happen at this point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the 29th. Though my husband will leave, :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-2802614776684353254?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2802614776684353254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/breathe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/2802614776684353254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/2802614776684353254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/breathe.html' title='Breathe.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-7469217641438769032</id><published>2009-11-23T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T15:50:16.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The little things, Colbie Caillat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little things, you do to me are,&lt;br /&gt;Taking me over, I wanna show ya&lt;br /&gt;Everything inside of me oh,&lt;br /&gt;Like a nervous heart that, is crazy beating&lt;br /&gt;My feet are stuck here, against the pavement&lt;br /&gt;I wanna break free, I wanna make it&lt;br /&gt;Closer to your eyes, get your attention&lt;br /&gt;Before you pass me by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back up, back up,&lt;br /&gt;take another chance.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you mess up, mess up,&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna lose you.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, wake up,&lt;br /&gt;this aint just a thing that you&lt;br /&gt;give up, give up.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you say that I'd be,&lt;br /&gt;better off, better off,&lt;br /&gt;sleepin by myself and wonderin'.&lt;br /&gt;If I'm better off, better off,&lt;br /&gt;without you boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every time, you notice me by&lt;br /&gt;Holding me closely, and saying sweet things&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe, that it could be&lt;br /&gt;You speaking your mind and, saying the real thing&lt;br /&gt;My feet have broke free, and I am leaving&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna stand here, feeling lonely but&lt;br /&gt;I don't regret it, and I won't think this&lt;br /&gt;Was just a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back up back up take another chance&lt;br /&gt;Don't you mess up mess up I don't wanna lose you&lt;br /&gt;Wake up wake up this aint just a thing that you&lt;br /&gt;Give up give up don't you say that I'd be&lt;br /&gt;Better off better off, sleepin by myself and wonderin&lt;br /&gt;If I'm better off better off, with out you boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't just leave,&lt;br /&gt;Leave me hanging on.&lt;br /&gt;So don't just leave,&lt;br /&gt;Leave me hanging on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little things you do to me are&lt;br /&gt;Taking me over, I wanna show ya&lt;br /&gt;Everything inside of me oh,&lt;br /&gt;Like a nervous heart that, is crazy beating&lt;br /&gt;My feet are stuck here, against the pavement&lt;br /&gt;I wanna break free, I wanna make it&lt;br /&gt;Closer to your eyes, get your attention&lt;br /&gt;Before you pass me by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't just leave, leave me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back up back up take another chance&lt;br /&gt;Don't you mess up mess up I don't wanna lose you&lt;br /&gt;Wake up wake up this ain't just a thing that you&lt;br /&gt;Give up give up don't you say that I'd be&lt;br /&gt;Better off better off, sleepin by myself and wonderin (so don't just leave, leave me hanging on)&lt;br /&gt;Better off better off, without you boy(so don't just leave, leave me hanging on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't just leave, leave me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;Don't just leave,&lt;br /&gt;Leave me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;Leave me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;So don't just leave, leave me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s_6grQkh4kQ ) Adore this song, best for my rainy day. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-7469217641438769032?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7469217641438769032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/7469217641438769032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/7469217641438769032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-things.html' title='The Little Things'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-8456588560190062197</id><published>2009-11-22T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T01:38:51.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 facts.</title><content type='html'>1. My name is made up of all my nicknames.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm not a male.&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't like pickle.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm thirteen.&lt;br /&gt;5. I like music that make me go, 'whoa'.&lt;br /&gt;6. I don't own big house and eat at fancy restaurants everyday.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm a pianist, guitarist, clarinetist.&lt;br /&gt;8. I don't like being a girl at times.&lt;br /&gt;9. I like happy meals.&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm a fan of Macdonalds and KFC.&lt;br /&gt;11. I'm obsessed with the color green.&lt;br /&gt;12. What I wear goes by my mood, so if I'm wearing all black, something is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;13. I own a spongebob bag, spongebob keychain, spongebob handphone wallpaper, spongebob desktop wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;14. I like spongebob, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;15. I'm in love with my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;16. I crazy when it comes to wearing charm bracelets or anything that is on my hand. ;)&lt;br /&gt;17. I do not like moodswings.&lt;br /&gt;18. I get inspiration from just about everything I do or see everyday.&lt;br /&gt;19. I'm a very profound person.&lt;br /&gt;20. I don't like waking up early, especially for school.&lt;br /&gt;21. I'm a perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;22. It takes a long time for me to read a book.&lt;br /&gt;23. I get hungry so easily and I eat alot. But I'm not fat.&lt;br /&gt;24. I have many goodfriends but only a number or so bestfriends.&lt;br /&gt;25. I don't like horror movies.&lt;br /&gt;26. I don't like any chick flick movies either.&lt;br /&gt;27. I'm a huge fan of humor + sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;28. I'm in love with movies that is full of comedy, and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;29. I like Disney.&lt;br /&gt;30. But I hate Disney Cartoons sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;31. I never really did watch Cars no matter how much I attempted to.&lt;br /&gt;32. I've never like The Incredibles because I found it too weird.&lt;br /&gt;33. I find Archie Comics very fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;34. I tend to forget what I wanna say, most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;35. I'm clumsy.&lt;br /&gt;36. I'm very childish but I'm very mature. It all depends on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;37. The songs I love, like, adore, hate, all depends on each month of certain point of time.&lt;br /&gt;38. I like playing the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;39. I'm a huge fan of beautiful piano melodies.&lt;br /&gt;40. I love fashion.&lt;br /&gt;41. I like to look at things all from a different perspective.&lt;br /&gt;42. I enjoy studying.&lt;br /&gt;43. I love long walks.&lt;br /&gt;44. My dream is to walk in the sunset.&lt;br /&gt;45. I'm an organised freak I might say.&lt;br /&gt;46. I have a habit of constantly checking what I eat. (Which I think is weird)&lt;br /&gt;47. I love literature no matter how annoying the teacher can get.&lt;br /&gt;48. I'm a fan of texting.&lt;br /&gt;49. I think without technology I would die.&lt;br /&gt;50. I'm a very random freak.&lt;br /&gt;51. I don't like to be called a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;52. I get distracted very easily.&lt;br /&gt;53. I memorize things easily, especially if it's a song.&lt;br /&gt;54. I hate waking up from dreams.&lt;br /&gt;55. I don't nightmares at all.&lt;br /&gt;56. My imagination I must say, is very wild.&lt;br /&gt;57. Unlike other people, I like Maths.&lt;br /&gt;58. I love Science but I hate Physics.&lt;br /&gt;59. I find Biology fasicnating.&lt;br /&gt;60. I think the world would be better off without the Jonas Brothers and Miley Cyrus.&lt;br /&gt;61. I'm a current fan of using words not many might have heard or known.&lt;br /&gt;62. I don't own anything in my wadrobe that is over $100.&lt;br /&gt;63. I'm a huge fan of writing.&lt;br /&gt;64. I think poetry and literature is pure beauty.&lt;br /&gt;65. I find pretty and perfect things in anything that you might think is imperfect.&lt;br /&gt;66. I hate biased teachers.&lt;br /&gt;67. I like holidays only sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;68. I like being happy.&lt;br /&gt;69. I hate it when you stare at me.&lt;br /&gt;70. I love music that makes me laugh, no, there really is music that makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;71. I remember street directions very easily.&lt;br /&gt;72. I'm not in love with talking on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;73. I think Lady Gaga is shit.&lt;br /&gt;74. I'm a sarcastic girl.&lt;br /&gt;75. I'm not that much of a person who likes compliments at times.&lt;br /&gt;76. I love giving compliments.&lt;br /&gt;77. I get along with small and cute boys and girls.&lt;br /&gt;78. I like to play with small kids, because I find that awesome.&lt;br /&gt;79. I don't like it when mum nags.&lt;br /&gt;80. I hate it how people don't knock the door before they come in.&lt;br /&gt;81. I hate bitches.&lt;br /&gt;82. I love it how my boyfriend is perfect for me.&lt;br /&gt;83. I like the library.&lt;br /&gt;84. I hate disconnecting due to internet problems.&lt;br /&gt;85. I like cupcorns.&lt;br /&gt;86. I love coffee so bad, that I could drink it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;87. No matter how much mum says bubbletea is bad for me, I still drink it.&lt;br /&gt;88. I hate it when I'm broke.&lt;br /&gt;89. I hate paying for my own ticket at a cinema.&lt;br /&gt;90. I love it how the people around me get me.&lt;br /&gt;91. I just find it amuzing that I like to laugh at myself when I fall.&lt;br /&gt;92. I drop everything that I have because I'm clumsy.&lt;br /&gt;93. I hate dogs.&lt;br /&gt;94. I like cats.&lt;br /&gt;95. I love singing and acting and whatever I might love doing.&lt;br /&gt;96. I like ice-skating then falling on my butt.&lt;br /&gt;97. I love star gazing, but never really got to do it.&lt;br /&gt;98. I think love is one precious diamond god has given to me.&lt;br /&gt;99. I'm a girl who has big dreams.&lt;br /&gt;100. I am and I will always, be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-8456588560190062197?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8456588560190062197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/100-facts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/8456588560190062197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/8456588560190062197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/100-facts.html' title='100 facts.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-297879454141325352</id><published>2009-11-21T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T23:14:50.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chace Crawford</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3210/2747048750_36ee5bcd18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3136/2746212801_83871ea7f8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my holy. Why does Chace Crawford gotta be this hot. :-D Heh. He's making me high. Oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;ChaceCrawford, David Archuleta, Justin Bieber, Kim Hyun Joong, hot. Heh. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-297879454141325352?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/297879454141325352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/chace-crawford.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/297879454141325352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/297879454141325352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/chace-crawford.html' title='Chace Crawford'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3210/2747048750_36ee5bcd18_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-2053696164357288034</id><published>2009-11-20T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T15:49:49.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esther, I love you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esther, I love you too. My dearest husband, hehe. :-)&lt;br /&gt;one post dedicated just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-2053696164357288034?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2053696164357288034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/esther-i-love-you_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/2053696164357288034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/2053696164357288034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/esther-i-love-you_19.html' title='Esther, I love you.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-6809210031738642180</id><published>2009-11-20T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T15:48:29.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please remember.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hmp5_cayCIs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hmp5_cayCIs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This video is super awesome! Demi's music is just always rock, awesome awesome. :-) Love her, hahah. I've grown sick of doing nothing these few days, oh wait. It's just yesterday that I've been slacking, to be exact, today is the first day I'm slacking and I'm complaining that it's boring. But I'm not lying - it really is. Not being able to do anything but lay around and rot.&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly, I've been too busy trying to level up my Tower Block, Cafe World and Icy Towers.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. I'm gonna go off now. Bye people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-6809210031738642180?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6809210031738642180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/please-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/6809210031738642180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/6809210031738642180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/please-remember.html' title='Please remember.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-5959231187724928569</id><published>2009-11-19T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T15:41:03.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I must confess, I need you.</title><content type='html'>And I did it. I finished in the stars. Haha. Now I'm up for The Boys Next Door. ;) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;No more band - at least until next monday. Well. I'm pretty pissed off for the day, because last night, I realised Faizal was eliminated! :( THAT WAS SAD alright. REAL sad. :'/ sigh.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't deserve to go out, I mean serious. He is good what. But then the judges didn't bother using Judges Save. :'( Sigh. Singapore Idol sometimes just make feel like I'm wasting my time, money and life watching/voting them. That's why I never bothered voting. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I'm bored bored. So I'm gonna play the guitar now. Yay. Heheh. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I'm a person who have trust issues sometimes but on the contradictory, I'm trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, what's wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more sleep. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-5959231187724928569?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5959231187724928569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-must-confess-i-need-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/5959231187724928569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/5959231187724928569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-must-confess-i-need-you.html' title='I must confess, I need you.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-2878548523571936667</id><published>2009-11-17T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T23:18:50.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky.</title><content type='html'>I feel super guilty for not blogging lately. I know I know. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I just barely wanna blog here, because of public views, heh. Nothing really to talk about my life.&lt;br /&gt;These few days, freakin moody. Bad dreams, rainy days, band, restless nights.&lt;br /&gt;And more bad dreams. Sigh sigh. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read many people's blog and realised most watched My Sister's Keeper and they cried.&lt;br /&gt;And yet, they exaggerated with all those big big words, like, SO SAD. and MY SHIRT WAS WET and stuff. Hahah. I don't know, after all that comments. .. I realised I'm damn tempted to watch it but I realise, I didn't want to. So I'm gonna get the book. Anyone has it, lend me and I'll love you.&lt;br /&gt;Tryna' finish both Boys Next Door and In The Stars. &gt;:( No time. Sigh. I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;TONIGHT. IN THE STARS. FINISH. I DONT CARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried.lived.breathed. happy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-2878548523571936667?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2878548523571936667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/lucky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/2878548523571936667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/2878548523571936667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/lucky.html' title='Lucky.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-7066218446316355566</id><published>2009-11-15T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T21:09:56.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey, I like the way you're everything I ever wanted.</title><content type='html'>How am I suppose to say I hate or love this day, so I guess I'm in the mid of both. To be exact, I wasn't feeling well today. So, mum then woke me up in the morning to go to grandma house then to the hospital to visit aunt. But I didn't want to, because I wasn't feeling well, all I wanted was rest and more sleep. But guess what, I ain't getting any thanks to her. So anyway, I was screaming on my bed, that I didnt wanna go, so she left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I woke up, she called and told me to come down, and it was a must. So I was pissed that I had to go down. Well, then I did. I took the bus to Bukit Batok. Guess what, I took the newest SBS Bus if I'm not wrong, and there was this annoying lady talking asking us to hold on to the bar thing.&lt;br /&gt;Which was freaking annoying, the old buses were so much nicer because they didn't have any idiotic robot lady mumbling about crap saying thanks for taking the bus like the MRTs.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Singapore's Technology, speechless. Anywho, after I got out of the bus, went to Grandma's house. Then yeah, had lunch. I was still sniffing and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then left to St. Luke's Hospital. :-)  It's damn ghostly, I swear. Because of the environment and stuff, so anyway. My cute cousin and me, were playing soccer AT THE HOSPITAL, and no, not with a soccer ball, just his cute tennis ball. He wanted Milo, so I walked him, to buy it and bought Pepsi for myself, heh. Then, I was accompanying him talking about fishes. He's only eight years old, but cute. He held my hands and walked our way to the lift and off back to the wards.&lt;br /&gt;Then yea, we continued playing soccer. Hehe. People was staring at me and him. But he's very very energetic. Hahah. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, then uncle gave me 2 big big chocolate, cadburry, one fruits and nuts and another &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hazelnuts&lt;/span&gt;. Say ma ma mia to heaven man. Ah. I was bragging on how much I loved it. Hehe. Then it was 7pm+ and we left the hospital, and off back home. On the way home, I saw the ice-cream uncle that sold 1 dollar ice-cream. I told my mum I wanted to eat it. She said alright, then I bought Chocolate Chip while mum had Strawberry for herself. :-)&lt;br /&gt;She said, 'mak ngan anak makan ice-cream jalan malam, haha.' which means &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mum and daughter eating ice-cream, walking at night haha.&lt;/span&gt; Haha. Oh well, we had a nice conversation, but didn't bother popping in anything about boyfriend business, so guess I should just make her happy for now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back home, and left my chocolates in the refridgerator. Mama is comin' to eat ya Hazelnuts!&lt;br /&gt;I sound weird, talking to chocolates, but haven't got to eat them like since for a few weeks. :(&lt;br /&gt;It's sad sad sad. But yeah, I'm coming now. Now that I'm speaking of chocolates, I can't stop thinking about it. So I'm gonna stop talking and running off to get my chocolates. Hehe. GRAB IT BEFORE BROTHER DOES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson of the day: I adore kids, because I get along with them very well. :-) \m/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/5308378853018215919-7066218446316355566?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7066218446316355566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/honey-i-like-way-youre-everything-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/7066218446316355566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/7066218446316355566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/honey-i-like-way-youre-everything-i.html' title='Honey, I like the way you&apos;re everything I ever wanted.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-2653525286128281924</id><published>2009-11-15T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T00:21:29.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.morenewmath.com/img/equations/79.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been raining quite heavily these few days/week. And I'm totally sick of it. Sigh. To add on to that lil' pain, I'm broke + I have a bad flu + I'm sick. How awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 12:20AM and i'm in no mood to go online or to facebook, so bye people. I need rest. Sigh. Shall wake up at 12 tomorrow. (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heh, like you would.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-2653525286128281924?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2653525286128281924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/2653525286128281924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/2653525286128281924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/rain.html' title='Rain.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-1963493883640870154</id><published>2009-11-14T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T00:19:12.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate picking a title, sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2798/4100991964_4035ea3453_o.jpg" alt="missing you" height="334" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite sick of my old blogger skin hence I switched skins. I suppose this skin is more realistic and plain. This makes me wanna blog more, which I know I won't.&lt;br /&gt;Because I've got 2 other online ones going on, tumblr and livejournal. For tumblr, the url is given at my profile, but for livejournal - it's private. Only for me. So I've been updating with ultra long posts there, that makes me lazy to blog in here, that explains why my blog has been pretty dead these few days I might say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still - I don't wanna leave it dead. I have loads of readers that I'm sure wanting to read my super cool everyday life - journal. It's not fascinating or whatsoever, it's the words that I put them into that makes it interesting I guess. To be honest - my English only became better because of blogging. The proof shall be Mr Sarjune. Haha. He's still my best and favourite teacher because he's always reading my blog. Isn't that just awesome. A teacher reads your blog and says your English is improving. Heh. I like it. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I guess I'll have to talk about today. It's been boring and just so - weird. Because we went to Victoria School, today. And no award given - bullshit I say. But shortlisted, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Then had mac with girls. Walked in the rain. Played in the rain. Got back home. Shower. Bought Mashed Potato. Seventeen. Slack.&lt;br /&gt;How boring my day could get? The whole afternoon it was practically raining, which spoils my mood. The weather affects my mood, and I'm not kidding. (serious!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I guess that's it for now guys, I'll reply to tags through here, once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Siti: Love ya, thanks for the tag.&lt;br /&gt;@Amanda: You sure do love blushing girl. :-)&lt;br /&gt;@Chervy: It's Siti's not mine. :/&lt;br /&gt;@&lt;span class="pn_std"&gt;Bryan W: Cool, should have told Amanda what. Haha. We were roaming at Orchard man. ;)&lt;br /&gt;@Ethan: Oh, d-ancingdivas.blogspot.com (-:&lt;br /&gt;@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pn_std"&gt;Amanda: Yeap, yeap.&lt;br /&gt;@Siti: Obviously what! Can sure get in some random magazine. ;)&lt;br /&gt;@Eunice!: Haha, thanks. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time you look at my tagboard, all of their tags should be gone, due to the overload of tags.&lt;br /&gt;Decided to just fully delete em' all. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-1963493883640870154?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1963493883640870154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-hate-picking-title-sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/1963493883640870154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/1963493883640870154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-hate-picking-title-sigh.html' title='I hate picking a title, sigh.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-4449632571025255588</id><published>2009-11-11T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T18:56:51.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2531/4095248336_f67379ef7d.jpg" alt="IMG591" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2474/4094487607_2c563f7cb8.jpg" alt="IMG590" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Those are pictures of the day. Only 2. Yeah. Sure. But cute? :-)&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Today was a day out with my girls again. So went to Siti's crib for some girl-time.&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't figure out on WHAT to do. So we went to Siti's house first, then. We wanted to decide.&lt;br /&gt;We met at Queenstown, then off to Siti's house. :) After that, we sat. I on laptop, played some cool videos, that almost freaked Amanda out. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then we did some random thing on Facebook and lemme tell you. Facebook dudes are getting weirder and weirder.&lt;br /&gt;After that, planned to go to Ion. :-) Haha. It was an inside joke again. So yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went there, took 174. :) After thattt. We went inside, and then we saw Etude House. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;It was so cool. We were looking around. I was only bothered to see Lee Min Ho. Haha. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, then we walked walked walked walked and walked. Alot.&lt;br /&gt;We saw alot of cool clothes and we knew you couldn't afford, atleast me. Cuz, trust me. I need a job to get enough money, haha. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Wisma! :) HAHA. Well, we walked walked walked. Talked - walked.&lt;br /&gt;Well, after Wismaaaaa. We went to Taka. (-: Even cool. Haha. It was quite big la. I havent been to Orchard for awhile now, so yeah. It was nice. Then we talked talked. And how Siti was telling us she would go with her aunty to toilets at hotels to EXPLORE them. Haha. So cute. :)&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to Paragon. Cuz' Siti wanted to buy ice-cream at NewZealand. :) While Amanda wanted the 1dollar ice cream. So yeah. We were forced to get the NewZealand ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;Before that, I saw a handicap man, playing the trumpet. I was so touched, because he chose music even when he was disabled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's so - awww. So I gave him a handful of coins :) I didn't bother counting how much. That man really deserved that. Anyway, we went to eat the ice-cream. I had Cookies and Cream, Siti had Mango, Amanda, Strawberry! ^^ Haha.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice. After that, Amanda gave me 1dollar to donate to the guy again, then Siti gave me I don't know alot of coins just like me, a bunch. So yeah I gave him and he said thanks. :)&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, we bus-ed to Plaza Sing! :D HAHA. Then, we walked walked. Then Siti and Amanda went to look athe iPhone/iTouch covers, it was all nice, hah. :) But they found it expensive, so they didn't buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that - we headed to Times! To look for books. Hahah. The books are damn cool. Though I realise alot of vampire based story books now. After browsing them, Amanda and Siti were like whispering to each other, then they acted all weird. So I was like nagging at them, haha.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. They didn't wanna say anything. Then there was this 2 lady who was talking to us about getting free voucher or something. I was only cocentrating on her necklace, the same as the Boys Over Flower one, the one that Jun Pyo gave to Jan di. Hahah, so cool. Then we went to this shop. And I saw a SPONGEBOB BAG. OMFG. I was damn hyper hah. I couldn't take my eyes off it. But anyway, I know I ain't getting it. So oh well. Then after that we continued walking around. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Amanda told me, Siti had to leave to buy something for her mum at another shop, then we just walk around first. So I agreed la. :) Then we walked haha. Then Amanda and Siti were back. Then Siti said she went to the toilet only instead. So yeaa. Nevermind. Then we decided to go back. Then AGAIN, they were whispering talking I dont know what. I was like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Is everything okay. Or they need to go or something. What's going on?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered, while browsing, amanda told me she needed to tell me something important so I asked her, what was it. She said,' I love you :) '. WHILE BLUSHING?! She's obviously lying.&lt;br /&gt;Then I forced her to spill out what's going on. She asked me to count to 10. So I did so.&lt;br /&gt;10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. - 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti delibrately took out a plastic bag and handed over to me. then I was like, .... ? Huh?&lt;br /&gt;I took it. And I looked inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPONGEBOBG BAG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was freaking my lungs out on the inside. But I didn't know just what to say. AH.&lt;br /&gt;Then. I totally was just. - Speechless. Then yeaa.&lt;br /&gt;I talked talked to them, and thanked them.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. It still feels so funny. Really? Spongebob Bag I really wanted? Sigh. I'm so touched.&lt;br /&gt;Then we all went home. Called dear, and talked to him. :) I miss him lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2614/4095250152_4e321c4cf0.jpg" alt="IMG593" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2682/4094489449_7f6e303000.jpg" alt="IMG592" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply had an awesome day. So impossible la. I can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;I adore the bag so much. ;) Girls, thanks again. It's 30 bucks. :( Really? Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn touched la.&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I'm gonna go high. Today is dad's and Victoria birthday, so HAPPYBIRTHDAYYY! :D&lt;br /&gt;And mum bought Mango cake for dad. Eating it now. :-) Heh. It's yummy.&lt;br /&gt;I love spongebob. I love my boyfriend. Most importantly.&lt;br /&gt;I love my dearest, girls. :-) Thanks alot. You guys are so awesome, I feel so insane now - heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-4449632571025255588?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4449632571025255588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/surprise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/4449632571025255588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/4449632571025255588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/surprise.html' title='Surprise.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2531/4095248336_f67379ef7d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-4284018337052671145</id><published>2009-11-09T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:13:00.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor Swift.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="340" width="530"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i1decRVDV0U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i1decRVDV0U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="530"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift totally pwned it. :-) She owned it. I was laughing hysterically this morning because I was watching this. :) Sigh. I'm damn tired today. I'm no updating alot these few days, sorry ah. HAHA. :) Ill try post tmrw! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-4284018337052671145?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4284018337052671145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/taylor-swift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/4284018337052671145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/4284018337052671145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/taylor-swift.html' title='Taylor Swift.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-5239800068612077665</id><published>2009-11-09T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T01:30:59.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin Bieber Facebook.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2520/4085904895_84e73e5360.jpg" width="500" height="276" alt="JUSTINBIEBER" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Justin Bieber talked to me on Facebook. HAHA. I'm still shocked. I can't get over it man. This is so damn cool! :-) I rock. I rock.&lt;br /&gt;Today rocks la. 09 November. :) HAHAHAH. JustinBieber = HOTSTUFF. ♥&lt;br /&gt;Imma go sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-5239800068612077665?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5239800068612077665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/justin-bieber-facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/5239800068612077665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/5239800068612077665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/justin-bieber-facebook.html' title='Justin Bieber Facebook.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2520/4085904895_84e73e5360_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-1895317816948813771</id><published>2009-11-08T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T00:00:36.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm officially missing you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"All I hear is raindrops falling on the rooftop. I thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heartache, I could escape but I fronted long enough to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there ain't no way and today, I'm officially missing you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-1895317816948813771?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1895317816948813771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/1895317816948813771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/1895317816948813771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-miss-you.html' title='I&apos;m officially missing you.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-4001266810911721430</id><published>2009-11-07T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T19:31:27.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss your smile.</title><content type='html'>Today, has been slack. Slack. Slack.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy and mad about 2 things. Firstly, I finally got it. I could finally play Officially Missing You on the guitar. ^^ It's an accomplishment for me. Because it really took me long to play it. Like a month or so.&lt;br /&gt;Well, glad I got it. Real nice to play, but the skin at the top of my fingers are gonna peel off soon.&lt;br /&gt;Gah. This is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I'm really mad at my mum. Because she must be having her 'moodswings' right now. And guess what. I was talking to her and she just ignored me and walked off. Y'know, she has no basic manners?! I'm pissed. Really.&lt;br /&gt;If she has moodswings, learn to have some manners. Gah. I'm not happy when someone vents their anger on me just cuz' it's THEIR problem. Grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I miss him so much. So so so so so so so so so so so so, I bet you're wondering how long is the so gonna go. Well, to put it in a way, I miss him EXTREMELY. REALLY. ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;Words can't describe.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm down-down-down-down-down today. :'(&lt;br /&gt;Amanda is gone for camp, gah. So sad. Tsktsktsk. GAHHH. I miss AmandaSeek.&lt;br /&gt;I miss MYBOYFRIEND. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-4001266810911721430?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4001266810911721430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-miss-your-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/4001266810911721430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/4001266810911721430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-miss-your-smile.html' title='I miss your smile.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-1408276515463317156</id><published>2009-11-06T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T17:01:50.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I use to be infatuated.</title><content type='html'>Now I'm back. Back people. The whole of today I guess I have been slacking. Or should I simply use the term, resting. Because I was sick, :-( That's no good news trust me.&lt;div&gt;Cold, then cough then yea. Last night, fever. Now feeling kinda cold again. This simply sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I simply spent my day reading  and blogskin-ing and other stuff on the net. Not like I had another choice to do something else. I was bored, and I didn't attend band that made me pretty guilty. It's sectionals for god and heaven sake. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I can't think of anything currently. Because I'm having a headache now. Today is such a spoiler, I swear. I've lost appetite for I don't know what reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been drinking a lot of water. So this really isn't good. I shall rest, again and drink more water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really wanna go for the next band practice, really. I guess I'm off to read more books, more quizilla, facebook and more twitter! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss him so much, gosh. I'm going insane now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-1408276515463317156?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1408276515463317156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-use-to-be-infatuated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/1408276515463317156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/1408276515463317156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-use-to-be-infatuated.html' title='I use to be infatuated.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-2585387239740213160</id><published>2009-11-05T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T18:58:02.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranormal Activity.</title><content type='html'>Hmm, today went out with Amanda to Siti's house. Practically, we were - in for a movie. :-)&lt;br /&gt;Well, what movie - Paranormal Activity. A movie that was rated R, according to Siti. Well, I was a lil' late, then reached Queenstown, saw them, then we took the bus and I was fooling around, then off to Siti's crib. Before that, went to 7-11 to get chips/popcorn. :-) Well, Siti was about to buy that colorful sweet that gets you damn high and I said NO. LOL. I'm not evil, I'm just scared. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Well, then after that, bus-ed to Siti's house then at the lift, I freaked Amanda out. And yeah, it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; the movie. Haha. She's just so cute. Oh well, after that reached Siti house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we sat down, rest awhile, then did our random stuff. Well, yea. I was more of the random one. I brought my geeky-specs. So we could play around with it, hehe. Then, siti was searching for the sites to watch our movie and before that Amanda made Siti play the music video of Fifteen and gosh, it was embarrassing. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's an inside thing between the girls and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yea. We ordered Mac and we ate. :-) McChicken and loads of Fries. Awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;Then, off to start movie. We took popcorn and yes, I took like ALOT of SALT. Cuz I don't like&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sugar-ed&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;popcorn. So yeaa. Then I shared with Siti the popcorn. Movie started.&lt;br /&gt;We skipped the starting since it was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the it went on and on and yes, I was freaked out. For no bloody reasons, Amanda screamed la. What the heck. I was freaked out. Then fine. After that, we paused, then Siti was letting us take a break and let the movie load. Then she accidentally played Replay. Then Amanda was SHOCKED. HAHAHAHAH. I couldn't stop laughing ever since. She was damn scared. Boo yah!&lt;br /&gt;Revenge tooken. Alright, then continued - bleh.&lt;br /&gt;It was freaky aites. Not that much of a show though. It was just scary - haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yea. It was scary. Then I hide under Amanda's jacket when it was bloody scary. Then she was listening to her iTouch. Then came that idiotic part. I was hiding then she went, 'BABY ARE YOU DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN. DOWWWWWWWN. DOWWWWWWN. :D'&lt;br /&gt;I went, HAHAHAHAH. I was scared and it was funny. What was I suppose to do man. Really.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Then yea. I watched most of the movie, cuz the two girls were afraid, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I did random things. ALOT of random things, hehe. Then yea.&lt;br /&gt;:-) That's about it, too tired to explain anything but afterall, all I could say is I had an awesome day. Real - awesome. At the end of the day, when I was going back with Amanda she was so scared. When we got into the bus, Amanda purposely wanted to sit near some 'cute' angmoh guy.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, not cute for me. Well. Then he kept staring. After that I discussed with Amanda who used I got to - to guys staring at me or asking for my number, haha.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/5308378853018215919-2585387239740213160?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2585387239740213160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/paranormal-activity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/2585387239740213160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/2585387239740213160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/paranormal-activity.html' title='Paranormal Activity.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-2304219034325313631</id><published>2009-11-04T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:48:17.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAGS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I realised, 2 bags @ Anchor Point caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;So. Imma need $50. I'll have to dig till' I get it. I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;By hook or crook.&lt;br /&gt;My to-do-list. GET $50 ASAP. :-)&lt;br /&gt;SAVESAVESAVESAVE.&lt;br /&gt;\m/ Mummyyy. Gimme more money.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-2304219034325313631?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2304219034325313631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/bags.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/2304219034325313631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/2304219034325313631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/bags.html' title='BAGS.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-1176088895129166571</id><published>2009-11-04T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:28:12.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Like This.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 223px; height: 298px;" src="http://i649.photobucket.com/albums/uu214/ss501support/5fbc7c044b42e0_full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/32JuLNTRaxo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/32JuLNTRaxo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;OMG. I totally forgotten. It was Heo Young Saeng Oppa's birthday yesterdayy! AH. He has this bloody cute baby face. And Kim Hyun oppa, :( You cut your hair for the mv of Love Like This.&lt;br /&gt;Ah. I'm so damn sad about it. But. Still. He still. Will. Always. Be. As. Hot. As. Has. Always. Been!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. But I like it how Park Jung Min, sang in this song. Very strong and catchy lah the tune.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop humming that tune in my mind. Haha. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-Pop only rocks thanks to SS501 for me. I fantasize them, yes I do. I don't really like 2PM. But their songs are freaking good. FREAKING good. :-) Haziqah must be smiling by now, hehe *grins. Oh well. I can't stop hearing Love Like This now. The other day, when I went to Popular, I went to the cd-shop. And guess what. I saw like over 4/5 of SS501's album there. ^^v.&lt;br /&gt;So damn cute. The next voucher, I get. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trust me, I will sooner or later&lt;/span&gt;. I make sure I'll buy their CD :) HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to watch Love Happens later on with my 2 bestgirls. So yep. Can't wait. Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love.. love like this your love like this .. love..  &lt;/span&gt;OOPS. I got caught off. Sorry, hahaa. Seee!&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop singing it. I shall go download love like this + again &amp;amp; again now. :-)&lt;br /&gt;\m/ WEDNESDAYS ARE AWESOME TO ME. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KIMHYUNJOONG+PARKJUNGMIN+HEOYOUNGSAENG+KIMKYUJONG+KIMHYUNGJUN&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;SS501 :D&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;THE HOTTEST OPPA(S). \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. I've gone mad. Hah. I love k-pop. OOh. Sugar rush. EH. Where's my lollipop? :o                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica,Arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Saeng il chuk ha ham ni da Heo Young Saeng Oppa.  :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-1176088895129166571?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1176088895129166571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-like-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/1176088895129166571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/1176088895129166571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-like-this.html' title='Love Like This.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-4544881825223481951</id><published>2009-11-03T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:48:54.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I mean by love.</title><content type='html'>Oh boy. I'm getting bankrupt soon.&lt;br /&gt;Nisha officially needs a job, hahah. :-)&lt;br /&gt;Mum shouldn't be mad with my next upcoming bill, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i hope&lt;/span&gt;. I just now took a bath, then mum gave me breakfast for dinner. No the term, is right. Haha. It's meant to be breakfast for dinner man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was yummy I guess. Stomach cramp gone, :-) Hehe. Thanks dear, you're right.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I love you so bad can. And chervy, don't get mad. I have nothing to talk about now a days.&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT. YES!&lt;br /&gt;TODAYYY. I went out with my dearest Amanda after Band. Can't believe 2 places @ one go. :)&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Planning on buying that handphone strap tomorrow. + Me and her went to Anchor Point then Tiong Bahru plaza. Haha, she was sian and so was I. I wanted to go her house, than lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, yep. Then got back home, then plans for tomorrow shall be written in an equation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amanda + Siti + Nisha) x Jurong Point = Awesome Girls Outing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. I can't wait. Love Happens, hopefully shall be a nice nice movie. I miss going out with Amanda and Siti, haha. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm mm. I'm getting tired, a little, well. I wanna go read the dear book I bought just a few days ago. It's getting interesting. ;) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'll go off now peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't say I love you just to make a conversation or just as a habit, but I say it to remind you that you're the best thing that has ever happened to me, in my life. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-4544881825223481951?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4544881825223481951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-i-mean-by-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/4544881825223481951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/4544881825223481951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-i-mean-by-love.html' title='What I mean by love.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-3687531568732868806</id><published>2009-11-02T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:03:07.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe it's true, that I can't live without you.</title><content type='html'>Today is damn damn boring. I swear. Really.&lt;br /&gt;I need to go out. Who wanna come with me?&lt;br /&gt;I bet no one. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dragging the holidays this year. I need a job.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Maybe tutoring, I like anything that's gotta do with studying, hoho.&lt;br /&gt;Why not study now. :o !! NAHHH. :P&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah. I'm not a kiddo who likes studying after exams, really. I have this bad feeling to read a book. I wanna buy a book from popular so bad today. So I guess I'll leave to Jurong East in a few minutes. Because, I'm desperate for one book.&lt;br /&gt;Really - really. I should go to the library with dear, ask him borrow for me. :P&lt;br /&gt;My ez-link card can't borrow, so yep. :) I dig the color black and white. Anything simply goes with black. That explains why I like black now. HAHA. Black+Red+White+Green = Nisha's fave color.&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I wanna stop blogging and get going now, I wanna see what sorta book I wanna buy.&lt;br /&gt;+ I got a voucher from Ms Murni what. So yep. :P HEHEHE. + I have another voucher I think.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH. I rock. \m/ I love my boyfriend and I miss you so badly okay.&lt;br /&gt;Really, alot - ): sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-3687531568732868806?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3687531568732868806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/maybe-its-true-that-i-cant-live-without.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/3687531568732868806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/3687531568732868806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/maybe-its-true-that-i-cant-live-without.html' title='Maybe it&apos;s true, that I can&apos;t live without you.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-8573906553149269830</id><published>2009-11-01T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:34:58.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jump then fall into me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/Su2pPRHy0NI/AAAAAAAAAaA/mBLyNTSOYM0/s1600-h/20reasons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/Su2pPRHy0NI/AAAAAAAAAaA/mBLyNTSOYM0/s320/20reasons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399157608046317778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmm. 20 reasons, and yes. It's written by me on a foolscap. It wasn't easy. Not making any mistakes, but I succeeded. Dear, if you read it, hopefully it made you smile. Cuz I like seeing ya smile. Remember that will ya? :) And, if you can't read it from here, just click on the picture, it'll enlarge. :-) Changed blogskin. Woohoo. MiraMuhayat rocks. \m/ And oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Like This by SS501. AH. &gt;:) Hot. I tell you, they're like 5 songs I'm so addicted to now.&lt;br /&gt;1) Jump then Fall - Taylor Swift.&lt;br /&gt;2) Two is Better Than One - Boys Like Girls ft. Taylor Swift.&lt;br /&gt;3) Untouchable - Taylor Swift.&lt;br /&gt;4) Love Like This - SS501.&lt;br /&gt;5) Fireflies - Owl City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to get enough of those songs. They're like being played so many times on my ipod everywhere I go. Haha. I'm in luv with those songs to the max. I've learnt JumpThenFall, TwoIsBetterThanOne and Untouchable on the guitar already. So I guess I got nothing to do now.&lt;br /&gt;It's 11:33 PM. So, everyone in my family is asleep except for me. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;There isn't school tomorrow and I don't know what I wanna do tomorrow. Who knows. Popular?&lt;br /&gt;Lunch? I don't know. I don't know what to do. I want someone to tag along with me maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Or who knows. I might - just change my mind whenever I want. I'm like that.&lt;br /&gt;One minute I want this the other minute, I don't. I have no idea what's up with me, but yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go sleep now. Right now, I'm tired. Off to sleep. Nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-8573906553149269830?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8573906553149269830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/jump-then-fall-into-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/8573906553149269830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/8573906553149269830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/jump-then-fall-into-me.html' title='Jump then fall into me.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/Su2pPRHy0NI/AAAAAAAAAaA/mBLyNTSOYM0/s72-c/20reasons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-6060964203530573035</id><published>2009-11-01T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:28:41.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie Crisp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2623/4062885769_c3ecfa2886.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2524/4063635768_387795265a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2498/4062890667_1b7b1f32e9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2606/4063637496_9e8257de77.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3514/4063640956_06634fc527.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so in love with Nestle's Cookie Crisp! Yay. They gave away a free Spongebob. &gt;:) Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;I kept eating it. And yes, I'm in love with it. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I'll be fat. Yes, today was nice. I bought my black and white skinnies. :) Haha, it ain't that bad. But all the way to Marsiling, near Imigration, is. Oh my god. Real tired after that, and i still am right now. Currently, happilly sipping passionfruit iceblended. :) And I'm watching some comedy of Wongfu Productions. I guess imma leave now.&lt;br /&gt;Rock on people. I miss baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-6060964203530573035?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6060964203530573035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/hehe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/6060964203530573035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/6060964203530573035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/hehe.html' title='Cookie Crisp.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2623/4062885769_c3ecfa2886_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-2926587142080776223</id><published>2009-10-31T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:48:57.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm losing me.</title><content type='html'>I'm back peepos. Missed me? :)&lt;br /&gt;Haha, of course you do. I'm sorry, sorry. But I can't seem to blog about anything at this point of time. I mean, I've officially lost my mood thinking of that idiot.&lt;br /&gt;Gah. My private blog has it more in detail I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun. Afternoon, Meiko made me go down to the bbq pit there. Haha. Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;We had loads and loads of fun. I made friends leh.&lt;br /&gt;Terence(Apple), Amethyst, Irisa, Ezra, Mojojo, Drizzt, Rudee. :) Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;So cute people. AH. We had fun, then didn't really get to bbq, cuz it was raining heavily.&lt;br /&gt;Then decided to go home, go so I walked in the rain on purpose. And yes, there were alot of lightning appearing. :o&lt;br /&gt;Well, then yea. Got home, shower then computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about that bitch, made my mood go zzzzz. So yea. Lazy blog already, change layout again. I don't know la, I decided to change for no reason, so yep.&lt;br /&gt;Bye peepos. I'm damn pissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-2926587142080776223?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2926587142080776223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-losing-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/2926587142080776223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/2926587142080776223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-losing-me.html' title='I&apos;m losing me.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-2633827553166651152</id><published>2009-10-29T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:20:33.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC Quiz.</title><content type='html'>ABC about you questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-AVAILABLE: Not at all. :)&lt;br /&gt;B-BIRTHDAY: 18 September 1996.&lt;br /&gt;C-CRUSHING ON: My boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;D-DRINK YOU LAST HAD: Fruit Punch.&lt;br /&gt;E-EASIEST PERSON TO TALK WITH: My boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;F-FAVOURITE SONG: My Everything - Lee Min Ho (Ah. Adore it.)&lt;br /&gt;G-GUMMY BEARS OR GUMMY WORMS: GUMMY BEARS!&lt;br /&gt;H-HOMETOWN: Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;I-IN LOVE WITH: My boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;J-JUGGLE: A little.&lt;br /&gt;K-KISS SOMEONE: My boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;L-LONGEST CAR RIDE: Forgot.&lt;br /&gt;M-MILKSHAKE FLAVOR: Vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;N-NUMBERS OF SIBLINGS: 1 older brother/monkey.&lt;br /&gt;O-ONE WISH: To meet boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;P-PERSON YOU CALLED LAST: My boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;R-REASON TO SMILE: My boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;S-SONG LAST HEARD: Officially Missing You.&lt;br /&gt;T-TIME YOU WOKE UP TODAY: 6 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;U-UNDERWEAR PATTERN/COLOUR: Not giving it out man. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;V-VEGETABLES: Only tomatoes. Are they veges? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;W-WORST HABITS: Can't seem to put my fingers away from fiddling my phone.&lt;br /&gt;X-XRAY YOU HAD: When I was young.&lt;br /&gt;Y-YOYOS ARE: Getting popular, somehow, weirdly.&lt;br /&gt;Z-ZODIAC SIGNS: Rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done. ;) Sorry if there were too much 'my boyfriend'. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-2633827553166651152?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2633827553166651152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/abc-quiz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/2633827553166651152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/2633827553166651152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/abc-quiz.html' title='ABC Quiz.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-5740156386633970747</id><published>2009-10-28T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T16:19:50.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prefects. Emo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yep. I'm officially having moodswings.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have mood for barely anything.&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong. I don't know, I haven't been myself lately.&lt;br /&gt;Crying -&gt; Emo -&gt; Emo -&gt; Emo -&gt; Screaming in class.&lt;br /&gt;How pathetic my life can ever get.&lt;br /&gt;Today prefects nominations, . ... gah. I'm speechless about that. I don't know what's gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;It's scary. Really, not because I get to be a prefect. I'm perfectly fine being a prefect, not the bryantan included part. Sigh. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him like crazy, I'm tired. I'm having moodswings.&lt;br /&gt;I barely have any appetite for anything. All I could think of is what am I to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, I'm cursing moodswings!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-5740156386633970747?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5740156386633970747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/prefects-emo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/5740156386633970747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/5740156386633970747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/prefects-emo.html' title='Prefects. Emo.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-3299645269334581488</id><published>2009-10-27T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T15:07:12.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2502/4048676729_3aab8ecdbd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2573/4049423236_84c143a047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2466/4049463732_711b30d7b3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2515/4048677869_c050307b78.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took the pictures with my LG Phone and I'm amused I had such photography talent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Self praise much?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never thought nor imagined how pretty things like these would look like from a different way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm. I didn't go school today, due to the bad pain in my foot. Real, bad pain. Plus, I had this bad headache. So yea, I just hope everything is going to be okay. Nothing more than bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, since I didn't go school today, morning was super hectic. Why? Oh well, because of the amount of smses I received early morning. And surprisingly, the sun was shining brighter than any usual Tuesday morning. It was definitely, different. So, I woke up at 9AM. Then, I had to make myself pancakes. I was so dang hungry. Well, then yea, I slacked throughout the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Received information from Siti that Boon Siang is moving on to Express. Yay. I'm just so happy for that boy. He deserves that more than any other kid does. I know that - for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm. She told me, Ms Murni would wanna nominate me as prefect. Uhm. I don't know about that. I don't really think I'm up to any responsibilities. But who knows. I'll let things go the way they're meant to. And speaking of that, I'm going to go out soon, today. To Jurong Point - again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's damn tiring, and sickening if you keep going to somewhere you're always going to. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, then yea. Mum wants to bring me out for I don't know what reason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good news too. I'm officially a girl now! Because I got my unlimited sms plan. iOne Youth Plus I suppose. :) It'll start after three days. So I just can't wait to bomb off my smses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No - really. Haha. Speaking of three days, three days will lead to our second month. I hope &lt;i&gt;you're&lt;/i&gt; as excited as I am, dear. And the same goes for Amanda too. Really, glad my bestfriend and I are having great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for everything Amanda. On a lighter note, I think things are going smooth - for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh. Things are moving forward so fast and I'll be fourteen in no time. Streaming will start just soon and I don't know if I'm ready for all of these. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time simply flies in a blink of an eye, doesn't it? This year and last year - to be exact, was so fast. Hah. Speaking of that, I miss last year batch of kids. We had so much of fun. Sigh. Waiting for an outing with my crazy girls. &gt;:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my boyfriend. Deal with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-3299645269334581488?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3299645269334581488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/photography.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/3299645269334581488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/3299645269334581488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/photography.html' title='Photography'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2502/4048676729_3aab8ecdbd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-1134722261863217076</id><published>2009-10-26T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:09:29.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIRED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm tired and (I promise to blog tomorrow), I switched to my old skin for I don't know what reason. I'll change again tomorrow, so this is temporary only. (:&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, don't get weirded out. And Noelle, if I see you in school. GAH. You're so dead.&lt;br /&gt;SPAM MY BLOG ): Poor little fella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-1134722261863217076?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1134722261863217076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/1134722261863217076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/1134722261863217076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/tired.html' title='TIRED.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-5771625602248428599</id><published>2009-10-24T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T11:26:28.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOMZZ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOOMZ BOOMZ! &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, today was so damn exhausting. Really. I'm back from band camp and I have alot to talk about. I was actually on the verge of skipping to blog about the camp and just knock off. But couldn't stay away from my blog nor from my readers. So let's get all set for the 2 day band camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 at band camp, wasn't that bad. Actually, it's the best day. Haha, why? Well, first we had to actually play our normal playing for like 2 hours. It was not so draggy, but yeah, it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we ate lunch which was the mc chicken meal thing, for everyone. Wouldn't say that bad, but was nice as usual. Enjoyed my lunch. Then the fun part came. We had to get into our groups and we had to discuss a name and deco our flag and make a cheer. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;I was damn high at that time. Cuz, out group name ended up to be BOOMZ. HAHA. Eunice got that name and ever since, I was laughing like a mad pig, no literally, I was. Hahaha. We went all, leapord prings, zebraaa prings. I'm studying ... STEEEL. Hahaha. We definitely bonded at that particular moment of time. We decorated our flag and stuff, it looked damn .. colorful, haha.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we started our games and there were like 5 stations or so. Then others had to tie the balloon at your leg then the opponent will come and step la. I wanted to be the one with the balloon, ended up, after I tied, my balloon was the first to burst on it's own even before the game even started. I was damn scared since then about balloons la. ): Well, the game went on, and I was the last survivor. Everyone attacked me. Then we played the bamboo stick game thing, and I was the lightest, so I had to stand. I HAVE SUCH BAD FEAR FOR HEIGHTS now. REALLY!&lt;br /&gt;After that, we played some other random games, then we had ... WATER BOMB. AHH.&lt;br /&gt;It was the most freakin fun one la. Well, I was trying to aim at Raiyan, but he kept running away. ): HAHA. Then came the worst part for me. Samantha threw a whole bucket of water on me. Just the whole bucket. Gah. I was so wet. Everyone stared at me for a few seconds. Oh god.&lt;br /&gt;Then yea, we were damn wet, Faris got wet at the end, woohoo. :) It was all fun. Till' we had to combine with the NPCC. There was so much we were complaining about them, how they looked so 'sian' when we were teaching them  the instrument, how 'sissy' they were, haha. No offence tho whoever reading this post is in NPCC. :) Haha. Well, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;We had to eat dinner after that. EEE. BOOMZ!!! IT ROCKED (: We cooked our own instant noodles, then yeah.. it was fun. Definitely a whole load of fun. But really tiring.&lt;br /&gt;So yea. Then we ate lasted long, then we had fun shouting BOOMZ to our bandmates.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we rested and such, then Mdm Tan said we had nightwalk to GREATWORLD.&lt;br /&gt;It freaked the heck out of me. -.- But I wanted to go so bad. But we didn't we only walked 3 quater of the distance. And trust me, 3 quater isn't little. Add both going to and coming back.&lt;br /&gt;It's ALOT. Well, yea. Darius gave me 2 bucks when I was at dawson, thanks buddy. :)&lt;br /&gt;So sweet la. Then, yea. We walked - talked. Walked - talked. Walked - talked. Walked - talked.&lt;br /&gt;It was getting really tiring, but we had loads and loads and loads and loads and loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Enough bragging about the night walk. We got back, and then we went back to our dorms(classroom, lol) and then went to shower. I was quite fast I guess. I just wanted to go back fast. HAHA (: Then yea. Talked to dear for sometime, and i was missing him so bad.&lt;br /&gt;SO. BAD. DEAR, read THIS. I missed you so bad, haha. But thanks for making me smile at the end.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeap. Then slept at about 12+? :) Then yea. Was tired, really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, day 2. We had nothing much. We woke up at like 6.30AM. T_T" I was so damn annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;Because I didn't get enough sleep. Then yea, we did this and that this and that, then we went to eat at the canteen, milo and some plain pandan bread. -.-" oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Yea yea. We then went back to class we talked and talked and I slept for awhile on the table.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we left for foot drills. ): EE. So bad. Haha. Then, we had foot drills that sucked sucked.&lt;br /&gt;My leg was aching for awhile. Then it was getting better, then we had a longer foot drill with Mr Leong. AH. It was funny but not for me at all. I felt this bad burning pain inside my leg. It felt so bad that I wanted to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. Nevermind, then yea, we were done, and we were suppose to play captains ball. But I just refused to and sat and drank coke and ate the seaweed calbee potato chips. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was so tired. Then I took my stuff and denise parent's brought me back.&lt;br /&gt;So nice of them. :) oh well, yeah. Then I got back and change and stuff, then back on laptop.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired. I should sleep now. Bye people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my dearest dear so terribly, ): awww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-5771625602248428599?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5771625602248428599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/boomzz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/5771625602248428599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/5771625602248428599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/boomzz.html' title='BOOMZZ!'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-3675479922563569235</id><published>2009-10-22T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:05:43.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Band Camp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SuBX7qXDoBI/AAAAAAAAAZs/h3ZX62WgcRs/s320/IMG120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395409036084748306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;When the word love enters life, you'll see the miracles and beauty of life and find your true - self. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired today.&lt;br /&gt;Really tired.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I haven't blogged enough these few days, well, been busy.&lt;br /&gt;Just here to update and say, I'll be away to band camp till' the 24th of October. No computer is like death to me. But I'll try see if I can get wifi in school, hehe. (sneaky much?)&lt;br /&gt;So keep my tagboard alive and not dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOELLE, you're in the WANTED LIST of my blog. What a spammer. - gosh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-3675479922563569235?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3675479922563569235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/band-c.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/3675479922563569235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/3675479922563569235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/band-c.html' title='Band Camp.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SuBX7qXDoBI/AAAAAAAAAZs/h3ZX62WgcRs/s72-c/IMG120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-7246850423450731967</id><published>2009-10-20T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T18:33:24.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God bless the broken road.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uuJebKFFzrY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uuJebKFFzrY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This video, for dearest love. Read this.&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much that I don't know what to say now. Haha. Though, my point was to say, that you're the one whom I love and trust so much. Without you, I would have died right now.&lt;br /&gt;The song above this little message is all for you. No matter how many people broke my heart, I didn't know that it only led to you. Now, I know that it has been a blessing in disguise beneath all that pain and hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me if I've hurt you so much, but right now, I just have to say, thanks for every little love and words you've told me. I never did forget how you hold my hands, so tight, hoping that I would never leave you. How you kept me safe and warm when I was in the cold.&lt;br /&gt;How you made me smile entirely, with those little words. So much love in one boy, and I'm lucky to have you. I see love in you, and I never would have wanna lose you. For those sweet 51 days of me and you, are really precious to me. And so are you, &gt;:) Hehe.&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/5308378853018215919-7246850423450731967?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7246850423450731967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/god-bless-broken-road.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/7246850423450731967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/7246850423450731967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/god-bless-broken-road.html' title='God bless the broken road.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-4104108198749936308</id><published>2009-10-20T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T11:17:02.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine That.</title><content type='html'>I wanna thank daddy first of all for the phone. :) Means alot to me, and it's cute.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Facebook Facebook! \m/ Well, then I wanna thank (insert name) for an awesome day yesterday. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Really awesome&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, got my phone and though I hate to ruin the surprise, I don't like touchscreens that much. I just like Itouch cuz you get to play tap tap revenge. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I only find that application out of the whole iTouch, amazing. Well, the phone I got wasn't really what I expected, but more or less, it's cool. Haha. :) I think i'm growing a fond of fiddling with this LG phone. Haha, too fun to touch. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday watched Imagine That, a cute movie indeed. Olivia is such a sweet little thing man.&lt;br /&gt;:) Heehee. Watch Ian and David play arcade. HAHA. David, Eunice and Mel wanted to take neoprint, but I didnt want to. So unlike me right. :) Haha. Prolly cuz I was just tired. Oh, and thanks for the hugs dear. I needed warmth so bad in the theatre, hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Ting Hui, Xue Yi, Yu Chuan and Shuting, unexpectedly. :/ Oooookayyy. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I wanted to get him a band. ;) The uncle at the shop is damn cute la. He was like telling Eunice to call him brother, not uncle. Haha. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wanna go off now, a day ahead me and I haven't had breakfast I don't think I'm getting lunch either, or I'll prolly go to Clementi to get! :P I'm lovin' food there.&lt;br /&gt;Off now I go people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby, every little thing you make me smile because i'm glad, that you're only mine. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-4104108198749936308?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4104108198749936308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/imagine-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/4104108198749936308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/4104108198749936308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/imagine-that.html' title='Imagine That.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-7282698556529192304</id><published>2009-10-18T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:16:17.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Plans.</title><content type='html'>All I need is a job. Really. :(&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I'm going to be broke soon and I need cash so badly.&lt;br /&gt;So what I need is a job, but guess what I'm doing?&lt;br /&gt;Going out! Out! To buy stuff, and such, how stupid. Really. I know. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna brag about the amount of money I'm gonna lose. But glad I recieved money today.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Anywho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've been playing the guitar alot.&lt;br /&gt;- I've been waking up quite early these few days.&lt;br /&gt;- I've been texting too much.&lt;br /&gt;- I've been coughing alot.&lt;br /&gt;- I've settled things with Bryan and looks like he still doesn't get the meaning of, lets be friends.&lt;br /&gt;- I've been using the word, shut up, lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we go. I can't wait for tomorrow, meeting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. :) Heeeheeee. I'm all hypered up now.&lt;br /&gt;Mum brought me cut apples, hahah. So sweet! I mean the apple, hah. (Okay, and her - too.) :)&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Im gonna go now. Nights everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-7282698556529192304?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7282698556529192304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/holiday-plans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/7282698556529192304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/7282698556529192304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/holiday-plans.html' title='Holiday Plans.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-3546276906222355118</id><published>2009-10-18T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T10:45:45.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Reasons why I love you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/Stp9jH0U6SI/AAAAAAAAAZk/rHa75prxeR0/s320/090926-180153.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30 reasons, why I simply love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. You always make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;2. You always make me smile when I'm really down.&lt;br /&gt;3. You know just how to cheer me up when I'm emo.&lt;br /&gt;4. Only you know if I'm alright, when I start to talk differently.&lt;br /&gt;5. You always have encouraged me to play more guitar, haha.&lt;br /&gt;6. You were always there for me just like how I've been there for you.&lt;br /&gt;7. You have never failed to help me with my problems.&lt;br /&gt;8. You're the only one I know, who has always been willing enough to treat me food. (Really!)&lt;br /&gt;9. You never have left me out of your plans, when you wanna go out.&lt;br /&gt;10. You have always called me to check if I'm alright.&lt;br /&gt;11. You always listened to me, when I gave you advice. (So sweet right? :) Hah.)&lt;br /&gt;12. You and I always listened to Fifteen by Taylor and we start to smile.&lt;br /&gt;13. We can always talk about anything and not feel weird.&lt;br /&gt;14. You're the funniest friend I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;15. You always make me hyper when I'm with you.&lt;br /&gt;16. We always talk on the phone with each other at night, not bothering how much my dad annoys us.&lt;br /&gt;17. You have one of the cutest smile in class. :D&lt;br /&gt;18. You always have so much of allowance. HAHA. :)&lt;br /&gt;19. Your brother and you are too adorable, that's why you guys make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;20. You got the habit of drinking coffee thanks to me, heh.&lt;br /&gt;21. We always say crazy things in school, and laugh like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;22. You always go within the extra mile just to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;23. You always get corrected by me for your English errors. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;24. You always know that I'm here for you.&lt;br /&gt;25. I always loved saying, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; is jealous. Hehe. :)&lt;br /&gt;26. You always shared everything to me, your problems your joy and everything.&lt;br /&gt;27. You've never made me cry for any bad reasons.&lt;br /&gt;28. You always know what to say when I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;29. You always told my mum to cook Nasi Lemak when you came to my house, haha.&lt;br /&gt;30. Lastly, you always have been my best sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Right now, you owe me like 2 post. HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-3546276906222355118?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3546276906222355118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/30-reasons-why-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/3546276906222355118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/3546276906222355118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/30-reasons-why-i-love-you.html' title='30 Reasons why I love you.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/Stp9jH0U6SI/AAAAAAAAAZk/rHa75prxeR0/s72-c/090926-180153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-3181687580060691087</id><published>2009-10-17T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T13:15:30.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Afraid Of The Dark?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jitg-3xbmKU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jitg-3xbmKU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching this show the whole afternoon. I can't believe I found this intro quite scary when I was like 9! Haha. I've been watching this old school show since just now, pretty much reminds me of the Mr.Midnight story books except they're in shows and it's old.&lt;br /&gt;I so miss the 90s! Oh well. I think, I wanna go on watching more scary shows. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting more sleepy today. I'm not going out at all today. How awesome could that be? :)&lt;br /&gt;Yay. I wanna eat something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go on facebook, but now it's time for are you afraid of the dark! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-3181687580060691087?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3181687580060691087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/are-you-afraid-of-dark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/3181687580060691087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/3181687580060691087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/are-you-afraid-of-dark.html' title='Are You Afraid Of The Dark?'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-8983690925880945228</id><published>2009-10-16T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T19:42:31.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly, Madly, Deeply.</title><content type='html'>For once, exams are over. For once! I swear, I miss blogging but I'm back now.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say, I'm no more hiatus. Haha, oh boy. I guess I missed out on a lot of fun. How I never got to stay up late and write songs on my guitar or watch a movie with my buddies.&lt;br /&gt;Well guess what? I can do it now! :) Well, with the help of my piggy bank of course. Still, I think I should definitely switch to prepaid now. I don't feel comfortable using this dang student plan that doesn't keep it's money constant. Trust me, the fun lasts now. But wait till' my bill arrives - so dead. Probably, phone would have been confiscated by then. So, I should really appreciate the phone memories I'm gonna have now. I think I've lost my trust towards saving money. I really have. I'll make a promise with my mum if my next bill comes, I'll pay it. Like I have a choice not to though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's gonna be real disappointed with the amount of calls and smses I've been sending, really.&lt;br /&gt;So, it's for a good reason anyway. Self-disciplinary is what I need right now. Anyway, let's skip to fun now. Today, had Maths Paper 2 and seriously, it wasn't that hard. I mean I thought it would be like real hard and such, but really - the teachers just freak us out, and make us study for things even when they're not coming out or when they're just gonna be really easy.&lt;br /&gt;Gah. That just makes me so mad. But nothing cheers me up like how a chocolate cookie does! ^^&lt;br /&gt;I so dig the color black and red now. Really. I mean, the colors I use, are usually like black and black. But currently I like using a contrast of black and red. Looks like I've gone wild/goth I should say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho. I guess it's time that I chill out and take a break. I seriously, miss blogging, no really.&lt;br /&gt;It felt weird without blogging, but oh well. I'm back and I can't believe it. I can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally recieving more breaks, more holidays, more sleeping time and more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;private time with him and me&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;So tonight, imma jam on the guitar and eat alot of chocolate. YAY to FUN NIGHT. :)&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats a friday night with a movie. So I guess I'm gonna go online and search for some random scary movie or some horror show. Hehe. &gt;:) I'm really getting random. Really, really random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to many people knowing I'm attached, I dont wanna hide it, but at the same time, I don't wanna give it all out here. I don't. Because, it's really weird to type out about it in here for me.&lt;br /&gt;So yeap. I'm gonna give out my tumblr today. So I call it your lucky day, haha.&lt;br /&gt;www.beyondlove.tumblr.com&lt;br /&gt;That's my tumblr, so do what you wanna/gotta do. And no, I don't have a livejournal, Wordpress, OnSugar and etc. Only blogger and tumblr. If I'm switching I'll say it here.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm running out of time and words tonight. So, I'm off to get my cookies and start eating them. Yum! Chocolate. Looks like I haven't been on twitter too. Haha, oh boy. Let me write out what I'm gonna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to: Twitter, Facebook, MSN, Bloghop, Tumblr, Itunes, Movie, Guitar, SMS.  (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eee. I'm multi-tasking. I feel happy not having to do this like I did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to: Study, Study, Study, 10 minutes guitar, Study, Study, Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's like really boring and not to mention tiring. So Imma go off now readers. Keep tagging and I'll read em' if I wanna reply, I will, if not. - Don't complain. :) I read each and every tag I just don't reply to ALL of them. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Nisha, Nisha. Self-disciplinary please. Learn how to fast from the phone. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dont think I can also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-8983690925880945228?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8983690925880945228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/truly-madly-deeply.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/8983690925880945228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/8983690925880945228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/truly-madly-deeply.html' title='Truly, Madly, Deeply.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-5652418930727061729</id><published>2009-10-15T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T20:38:20.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I should say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I really do.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-5652418930727061729?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5652418930727061729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-should-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/5652418930727061729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/5652418930727061729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-should-say.html' title='I should say.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-6291111214333887567</id><published>2009-10-14T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T21:40:20.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Papers.</title><content type='html'>History Maths History Maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 2 more paper till I get my break. How awesome does it feel like knowing you dont have to step into the public library receiving nags and nags from the librarians? Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Just 2 more papers. C'mon, I need 48 hours to go off in a snap. Yes, snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that, I have a new handshake with my favourite girl Esther THANGZ. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Heheh. I'm happy that we bonded more today, I like Esther. (Y) Mira too! :)&lt;br /&gt;Haha, alright. Imma go do more History now. Maths on Friday. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;A good way to end my exam actually, that's what I feel. What should I do after Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go straight to  - home. HAHA. NO WAY. We'll see about it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;But I'll confirm blog more after the papers, alot to talk to about. Alot I swear.&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially lovin' annoying and bothering David Chew. Heh. But Joel is an awesome pal la :)&lt;br /&gt;I miss my baby. Hold me tight, dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-6291111214333887567?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6291111214333887567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/papers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/6291111214333887567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/6291111214333887567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/papers.html' title='Papers.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-5731493454765883598</id><published>2009-10-12T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:14:59.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be the one waiting when its cold.</title><content type='html'>10th and 12th of october. Hadn't gotten enough of it.&lt;br /&gt;Memories oh memories. They pour in so sweet into my head. I've never forgotten anything that&lt;br /&gt;he has told me, nor have i forgotten the times he said i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply can't make up to (insert name) because, it's just so - precious to me. What you've given to me is what I've waited for my whole life. He is my love.&lt;br /&gt;My only love.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had geography today, with maths along with it.  Geog was one killer paper, but thanks to him, I guess I might get a just pass. Section A, for geog was chicken feet.&lt;br /&gt;Section B/C, definitely horrible. :( I don't know if I could make it, but those simple simple ones that I give answers to might all add up to a just pass. I'm not wanting for a full marks or anything, just a pass will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I was feeling sleepy, so I just had to get coffee for the day. Which I did. Then after doing so, my cash went low - low - low. Haha, then, had Maths paper. Boy that 1 hour was like a waste of time. I mean c'mon. It's so damn easy! Hahaha. It took me exactly, 25 minutes just to complete it. Glad. Some mistakes here and there, corrected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After exam, off to go lib with (insert name), Amanda, Crystal, David Chew and Chervy. :-)&lt;br /&gt;Had loads and loads and loads of fun. David was just being funny and cute. Hahaha. Awesome time. I just love your hands my dear. The way you said I love you. The way you hug me and say you always will love me. The way you put your head above mine.&lt;br /&gt;Every little things make my life seem to worth a while. I love the 12th of October lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-5731493454765883598?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5731493454765883598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/ill-be-one-waiting-when-its-cold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/5731493454765883598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/5731493454765883598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/ill-be-one-waiting-when-its-cold.html' title='I&apos;ll be the one waiting when its cold.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-3998644186811813342</id><published>2009-10-09T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T20:45:33.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe in this simple thing called, love.</title><content type='html'>I'm abandoning my blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just can't help it. Every single day, it's tuition till' six then back to home and then revise and then, barely having any time to do other things. I've realised that I've practically lived my whole week just studying - teaching - studying - teaching.&lt;br /&gt;A friday night and I do know how I would wanna spend it. Staying up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; late, then waking up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; late again the next day. I just wanna take a break from everything and get a good, long sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm desperate. I've been really tired, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I'm having a tumblr too. So, text me/msn me/tag me, whatever, just tell me if you want the link aites. :-)&lt;br /&gt;Will be glad to tell ya, not really private but yeah. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I'll get going. I miss you - my dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-3998644186811813342?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3998644186811813342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-believe-in-this-simple-thing-called.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/3998644186811813342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/3998644186811813342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-believe-in-this-simple-thing-called.html' title='I believe in this simple thing called, love.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-5501192915909337820</id><published>2009-10-08T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:27:17.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>History.</title><content type='html'>Today I'm really pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Had a bad stomach cramp in the morning all the way till I got to school, and it was really bad.&lt;br /&gt;- I couldn't concentrate a lot in lessons.&lt;br /&gt;- The chairperson got changed to me and - bryantan. My ex-boyfriend whom I try to avoid all the time. But now, it's not easy now is it.&lt;br /&gt;- I was emo all the way at canteen till' I got back home.&lt;br /&gt;- Somehow, after that, I had bad cramps again, sad.&lt;br /&gt;- Well, after that I went with Crystal and Amanda to library to study.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I then lost my mood. Tired.&lt;br /&gt;- Then called (insert name here), haha. No names mentioned! Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;- Then, I got all strict, taught them, made them memorize it by hard. :) And they got it.&lt;br /&gt;- Finished at 6:00PM. Went to NTUC then, bought drinks, then left to Queenstown MRT. :-)&lt;br /&gt;They waited for me, then I took the bus and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been tiring, really it has. But, hopefully tomorrow is gonna be a better day. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-5501192915909337820?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5501192915909337820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/history.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/5501192915909337820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/5501192915909337820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/history.html' title='History.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-2877285409442301785</id><published>2009-10-04T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:04:56.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One love, that I'm sure of.</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I'm a total sucker for guys with awesome hair. No - really.&lt;br /&gt;HAH. I realised that everytime I see a hot guy, the reason why I found him hawt, was because of his hair. &gt;:) Aren't I weird? No I mean c'mon.&lt;br /&gt;Really, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright. I'm back to blogging, hohoho. Feels happy that I can blog again.&lt;br /&gt;Today, had a rough rough day. :( Well. I had to walk in heels, wake up in the morning at 11 and had to travel all the way to Pasir Ris.&lt;br /&gt;It's really tiring, really. Well, atleast had Brandon to entertain me when I was down - down - down - down - down! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-) Then thought I had enough energy to go to the library @ 5pm and guess what, I didnt.&lt;br /&gt;I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to go there to see it for myself. Oh well, I'm exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to (insert name here), I'm feeling really hyped up. (No, not brandon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, anyway. I'm getting tired again, but oh well. I wanna get my stuff ready then go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; tired. Hoping for volleyball tomorrow, for PE with Chervy. (-:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-2877285409442301785?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2877285409442301785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-love-that-im-sure-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/2877285409442301785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/2877285409442301785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-love-that-im-sure-of.html' title='One love, that I&apos;m sure of.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-6283874990347798490</id><published>2009-10-01T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:23:24.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorry peeps, been like really busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But will update after finals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is gonna be hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. But, continue tagging, I'll try to reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or better, I'll try blog short posts starting from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv my readers. ^^v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-6283874990347798490?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6283874990347798490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/6283874990347798490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/6283874990347798490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/busy.html' title='Busy.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-5337808901076186017</id><published>2009-09-28T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:55:49.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29th.</title><content type='html'>Drama, Drama and Drama is just made up of my life this year. First year in Queensway Secondary and I don't think it's really what I wanted on the 31st of December, 2008. - Tell me why.&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's useless just reminiscing on the past right now, when I should, just move on. I know I should. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes for Amanda. :-)&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, the 29th, I won't prolly blogging by tomorrow or something, so I'll write it in here right now. So, tomorrow, the 29th, will be your first month with your guy. You don't know how happy I am for you. You make me smile, everytime I see you smile. So stay happy with him, and if there's anything you need help with, tell me and I'm here for ya. He's a great brother to me and he'll always be a good boyfriend to you, I can assure you that. So, dontcha ever think you guys will end up heartbroken again, alright? :) Smile, and last long, I hope you do anyway, heh.&lt;br /&gt;That's it, bestf. Love you, xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes for my ex-boyfriend. :)&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, will be the 29th and, it'll be our first month. And though we're not together, somehow, you've been the only one who I've shared my smiles, laughters, tears and joy with. But looks like I can't right now, at this exact point of time. You've really proved to me this time, that not only you're someone who can make me laugh but you're someone who can break my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Tears fall without any notice, when my heart thinks of you.&lt;br /&gt;You're just not worth my tears. I remembered there was once when you said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;" I needed you in my life. ", "I really will love you forever baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;None of these words now mean anything, because you've proven to me, that you're willing to live without me. Somehow, I actually thought we could have lasted, somehow. Looks like my expectations are wrong. You choose to leave and I didn't. So I don't wanna beg for you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;There's just no way, no - way you can ever get into my heart again, because every single little things you've told me, I've seem to have burnt them away in my heart. I'm putting on a smile for who I love and I'm crying on the inside for you. I play two roles as an ordinary girl. What am I forced to do.&lt;br /&gt;The past is the past, and the 21 days I've spend with you, seem to have been the most bittersweet times. But I know you would have forgotten everything and right now, you would prolly be hitting on some other girl. It hurts when you say you understand me, when you really - just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't.&lt;/span&gt; I've lost my trust, faith, love and everything for you. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done. Sorry if it was too cheesy or something. I just want him to know that, and I want Amanda to know that. :-)/:-(&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I gtg now. Somehow, times and days have past and I gotta stop thinking of the past.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who told me to cheerup and such, - thanks alot. I suppose I just need some time alone. Really. (-: I'll be fine alone, just once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really trusted you. I really did, dear, you've made me hate you how much I loved you.&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/5308378853018215919-5337808901076186017?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5337808901076186017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/29th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/5337808901076186017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/5337808901076186017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/29th.html' title='29th.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-2400046041530772256</id><published>2009-09-27T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T22:33:31.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You said the way my blue eyes shined.</title><content type='html'>Today woke up at 11 in the morning and mum told me she wanted to go visit grandma with me, so I thought nevermind, it's okay. But until she told me, at - Novena, Tan Tock Seng Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;I almost freaked out when I got out of my bed. Oh well. Then I told her, I wanted to mug at the library, which she kinda did, disapprove because she said, she wanted me to visit my grandma with her. Oh well. Fine, I had to agree. So I went to Novena with mum and when I was going to visit, I saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;starbucks&lt;/span&gt; as I walked pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god. I so had to go in to study there. I couldn't say no. But mum said yes.&lt;br /&gt;So I stayed in the ward with my mum for like 15 minutes and then I left down to the starbucks, ordered an iced coffee and sat down to work. It was silent and peaceful. For once, history was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to leave the place at about 4PM. Took a cab with mum and aunt home. So I stayed home till 5, then left to library. And I swear, I hated it because it was so damn full! :( Then found some random seat, and sat. Then, beside me was a couple kissing and holding hands, hugging.&lt;br /&gt;Doing shit that I didn't really wanted to see. Eww. Oh well. Then I bear with it and they finally left. Oh boy, some peace finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I moved to another table, then continued all the way till 7PM. Oh yeah, baby, 5 - 7 PM.&lt;br /&gt;It was tiring. Then I started to reminisce on the past and I started to emo.&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, it wasn't a good sign at all, so I left the library and got back home. It was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dark&lt;/span&gt;, really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dark.&lt;/span&gt; Okay, anyway. Then I got back home and I slacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, and Finals are coming in 1 day. :( It's scary, pray I do well. Gonna mug more.&lt;br /&gt;Jia you. And for everyone who's taking their finals, do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be sec 2 next year, looks like time has flew and somehow, next year, I'm hoping to have brand new, new year resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;Mum starts to nag, I better go now.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-2400046041530772256?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2400046041530772256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-said-way-my-blue-eyes-shined.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/2400046041530772256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/2400046041530772256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-said-way-my-blue-eyes-shined.html' title='You said the way my blue eyes shined.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-516762159740896237</id><published>2009-09-26T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T22:44:08.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the geek in the pink.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Girls-Day-In was definitely awesome. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                             &lt;img src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn39/Nisha29_photo/CombinedPictures.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had loads of fun with my dearest Amanda. Well to be honest, I was really bored and down today. I didn't think that I would laugh that much like I did with Amanda just now ya know!&lt;br /&gt;She told me she was coming down at 1PM, so I said okay, then she took cab to my house and then I brought her to my room. Oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun began. At 1PM, where mum gave us fried bee hoon, we ate and talked and talked.&lt;br /&gt;I played the guitar for her and it felt so nice. :-) Other than that, we messed around with her boyfriend, then we were looking at our yearbook, dishin' out things about my ex boyfriend and her boyfriend. I guess that's what bestfriends do. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;So, we did such stuff and other than that, we started taking pictures with my webcam. And trust me. It wasn't just fun. It was awesomely fun. For some reason, we were watching videos of Single Ladies! Well, I showed her Joe Jonas dancing to Single Ladies and then we took more and more and more and more and more and more and more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It amounted up to 45 - 50 I think. (-: Whoah. It was and achievement. Not only that, but we definitely had an awesome-awesome-hyper-time. We did the most geekiest things and I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;Currently, updating status on facebook and getting ready to sleep pretty early today cuz I'll be going down to the library to study - alone. Oh dear. It's time for fye revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then anyway, Siti's family came after that, and we had a friendly conversation I suppose. It was nice. :-) So yeah. It was tiring yet fun, throughout the whole day. Somehow, I realised that I could smile, I just needed you to be with me to smile with me. Thanks Amanda for the day with me today. Hoping for a sleepover after finals, - oh yeah baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-516762159740896237?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/516762159740896237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-geek-in-pink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/516762159740896237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/516762159740896237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-geek-in-pink.html' title='I&apos;m the geek in the pink.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-427951884968213714</id><published>2009-09-22T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:59:51.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh heartbreaks, heartbreaks, heartbreaks.</title><content type='html'>I'm sick and tired of everything that's going on in my life. In-and-out people walk.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm done with what, I've been doing lately.&lt;br /&gt;You happily walk in and out of my life, and you expect me to clean up your mess.&lt;br /&gt;I've shed tears for ya, and that's that. :) I'm done, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;But, for now - I'm still not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear. I hate it how people walk out of my life without this thing called a good - reason.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, you expect me to give my trust to you. Well take it from me, I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going on a hiatus mood of blogger. I've been so fucking sick of what has been happening lately.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Chervy for my birthday present. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye. FYE is coming and, i've gotten my mood spoiled. I need to fix it back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-427951884968213714?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/427951884968213714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/cause-even-when-i-miss-you-youre-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/427951884968213714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/427951884968213714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/cause-even-when-i-miss-you-youre-still.html' title='Oh heartbreaks, heartbreaks, heartbreaks.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-1789345032547094792</id><published>2009-09-20T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T14:23:27.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya, Holidays.</title><content type='html'>Oh my god. I can't believe I'm a survivor, no really.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know I could survive upon 6 hours of sleep, and trust me, it wasn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; nice either.&lt;br /&gt;6 Hours. Ah, from 3AM to 9AM in the morning. It felt goooooood.&lt;br /&gt;Been starting to go back to twittering and this time, I'll follow my fellow friends who're on twitter.&lt;br /&gt;So, just twit me, tag me, or whatever way you can contact and tell me, you got a Twitter! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just click right &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/caughtlove"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to go to my profile, twitter. Well. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go off right now, it's 2PM and I wanna go off now, because we're going out for Hari Raya as a family, and I ain't excited. I wanted to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, who cares. Nevermind. Hope something good to look for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss dear so bad. Oh gosh, just dont make me cry again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbyeeeeee. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-1789345032547094792?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1789345032547094792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/hari-raya-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/1789345032547094792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/1789345032547094792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/hari-raya-holidays.html' title='Hari Raya, Holidays.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-2998675008935217797</id><published>2009-09-19T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T23:19:34.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the best damn thing.</title><content type='html'>Oh my. My fashion has gone wild. Haha I don't know why, I've been so-so-so into wearing bands. Those very colourful awesome looking jelly bands. Hehe. I got about 15 on my hand now, Orange, Red, Purple, White, Black okay, I'm too lazy to count them, but anyway. So yeah, I've been into wearing clothes I don't really wear, changing it, and just standing out. I don't know what has gotten into me, reallyyy! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough fashion talk. Today has been a pretty hetic day to be exact. Well, afternoon, I went out alone, to Mac at Clementi to buy lunch, I feel like a pathetic kid. Oh well. I dont know, I felt like so out of place being the girl who wore purple all of a sudden. I dont know la. Anywho. I got back home at about 3 and then left down at 4 with Zhi Qi to buy bubbletea. Zhi Qi! Can you believe it? She came to Ghim Moh today and I just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to see her today. If I didn't I think I might have died in missing-ness. (I know there ain't any word like that, but who cares.) So yeah. Saw her, we talked about our last memories we haven't thrown away and how much we missed each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, we took pictures and Serene tagged along. I told Serene to take the picture and as a girl who adores taking photos, I always make sure my pictures are close to perfect. So I spend my time saying, 'Take again!' to Serene, trying to get a good shot. Oh well. They're all picture lane you know. Haha, anyway, back. So yeap, spent about an hour or so talking to her, then left, then got back home, and at about 7,  I started clearing the whole mess in my room and trust me, it ain't easy. Because of Hari Raya, the hustle and bustle will start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. I cleaned my whole room, till now, 10:57 PM. It's smells nice and is clean, hehe. :) Me likey! Thumbs up for my awesome work, which was dead tiring. I could sleep soon, but too bad I got some homework and revision to do. Isn't life as a 13 year old tiring? Nah, it's only 13 and plus I just turned 13 yesterday. Hasn't been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm tired and I should be doing work now, instead of blogging. On facebook and I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;Any updates/status to check on? :) Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Nah, nothing. So I'll go do my other revision, notes. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;PS: I like colors! &gt;:) Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Gooodddbyeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply to tags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="pn_std"&gt;@Sherry: Thanks Sherry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Chervy: Yes, I love it. And thanks alot then. :)&lt;br /&gt;@Bryan W: Haha, thanks alot. :) It's okay, I'm doing it because I'm your buddy k!&lt;br /&gt;@Mira: Thanks thanks. :D Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;@Tasya: Hey, I didnt recieve. But thanks alot. :)&lt;br /&gt;@&lt;span class="pn_std"&gt;[♥] JANICE ; TWT&lt;/span&gt;: Hehe, thankss alot mei. Love you! :D&lt;br /&gt;@Haziqah: Yeap, I suppose I did. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;@Joan: Hehe, okay, later then. :)&lt;br /&gt;@&lt;span class="pn_std"&gt;- YC , x&lt;/span&gt;: Thank you, thank you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-2998675008935217797?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2998675008935217797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-best-damn-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/2998675008935217797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/2998675008935217797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-best-damn-thing.html' title='I&apos;m the best damn thing.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-2550150295793660131</id><published>2009-09-18T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T21:26:42.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday girl turns thirteen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SrN8otqgygI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-AlBrRXnoa4/s1600-h/Photo+1787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SrN8otqgygI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-AlBrRXnoa4/s320/Photo+1787.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382783018532391426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SrN8YnKI8vI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ND6D3c36WS8/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SrN8YnKI8vI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ND6D3c36WS8/s320/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382782741908091634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Pictures of the day, I adore my presents and at the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just thirteen now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Rose+Bear = XueYi + Amanda. (:&lt;br /&gt;Musical Card, small bag with stuff in it = Amanda + Ting Hui. (:&lt;br /&gt;Peace T-Shirt = Siti. (:&lt;br /&gt;Apple Chocolate = Ms Murni. (:&lt;br /&gt;Black Card with Happy Birthday = Crystal. (:&lt;br /&gt;Another, card. = Crystal. (:&lt;br /&gt;KimHyunJoong Birthday Card = ChanJiaHui. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the presents guys.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Birthday. Hmm. What am I to say about it? It was definitely, one blast. Though, it was really, very very unexpected. The reason was because, no one really knew it was my birthday like real, early in the morning, and so ... I just shut up and acted like it an average awesome day. Then.&lt;br /&gt;Chervy came, and wished me Happy Birthday. Oh wait, Chervy wasn't the first to wish, but Emmeline was. :-) Early in the morning la. But Emm, timing wrong abit, haha. It was 12:58 when you smsed. Hehe. So anyway, I liked my birthday because it was surprisingly, just different. I don't know, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jia Hui came, and gave me my birthday card. Omg. I just drooled right there. Right there, at that spot and at that point of time, I was utterly very, uhm .. speechless. Hotness k. Hotness. After that, Amanda gave me my present. :)&lt;br /&gt;Her present was. More than speechless, haha. Okay, anyway. Then, Xue Yi gave me a bear. Omg, haha. So damn cute. (-:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - so - so. Let's skip. School was fine, DnT was fun. After that, it was all boring. Because I was too busy doing other stuff and homeworks have been piling in thanks to the holidays, wait, long-weekend. I still dont get it, long weekend? It's only 1 extra day, thanks to Hari Raya. That's it! 1 extra day, and teachers take the reason as, Finals coming, so must study. Oh gosh. I'm pissed. And not only that, I mis-places my file I suppose. I did. I'm so toast. Toast-toast-toast bread! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fine. I'll try recall it. Hopefully, I dont lost it. Gah. I have my homeworks, and they're chucked into my bag, because I dont seem to have a file. Which I will get like till' I save enough money. Though mum only gave 10 bucks for my birthday, :( I'll survive on it, I think, I can.&lt;br /&gt;I got too many things I want, haha. And, mum got me heels? LOL. They're for Hari Raya. I look taller than mum and supposedly, I look taller than brother. Hahah. That odd to be a satisfaction I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I'm done. I think I'm happy and done with blogging. To keep count/track, I think I got 23 wishes on facebook, 10 smses, 6 presents. Haha. I'm not surprised nor am I sad that I didnt get enough. I'm just really happy to know, that I actually did have people who loved me. :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I better stop getting emotional right now, haha. So yeah, the day is gonna be over, and now I'm 13. Hopefully I'll be more mature, and things to be just like how it certainly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;used&lt;/span&gt; to be last time. For once, I'm replying to the wishes on tagboards so here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Hilda: Thanks alot girl. :-) You don't sad okay, I sayang you tau. Haha. God bless you. Smilee!&lt;br /&gt;@ZhiQi: ZhiQi! I miss you must bestfriend. I use to laugh so much with you. Meet ya tmrw? &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;@ian: Hehe, thanks for the tag! :D&lt;br /&gt;@&lt;span class="pn_std"&gt;CHANJIAHUI: Hehe, thanks alot sweetie. Really appreciate everything you said and did. Love you so ttmax k. :)&lt;br /&gt;@Haziqah: Thank unni. :) And, I really actually, did enjoyed my birthday thanks to all of you! :)&lt;br /&gt;@Siyi: Hehe, thanksthanks. I love you! :)&lt;br /&gt;@Seri: Hey, thanksss. Sms/Tag, thanks for all. :-) My cute bandmate, haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;@Amanda: Hey, thanks bestfriend. I aunty? I go cry, :'( Boohoo. Gah. Hehe, joking. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done. So many replies to my friends and dearest buddies. :) Oh well, okay, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the earings I'm wearing, that says, I. :)&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that I'm not as tired as I was yesterday. :)&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that I have homework to do over the weekends. :(&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that I have to actually, clear my room, and clean it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hate/love my current life for now, but hopefully I could subtract the hates and do more addition on the love.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go off, thanks for everything again guys, love you.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-2550150295793660131?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2550150295793660131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday-girl-turns-thirteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/2550150295793660131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/2550150295793660131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday-girl-turns-thirteen.html' title='Birthday girl turns thirteen.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SrN8otqgygI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-AlBrRXnoa4/s72-c/Photo+1787.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-8738301742834028441</id><published>2009-09-17T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:56:06.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We both know that.</title><content type='html'>Alright, before my brother comes back, I wanna make it short-and-sweet today. I dont know what's up with the whole birthday-drag about. But I must admit, I've been pretty happy about it too. I can't believe I'm like, looking forward to my birthday! Hahaha. It's unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I didnt reallyyyy expect my birthday to be amazing, but all my friends made it. And I could &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; forget them. So anyway, back to the topic. Birthday-presents coming and I'm still - lost. I do know, Siti/Amanda/Jia Hui/Xue Yi and Ting Hui is getting me something, so thanks in advance. Let's stop birthday-ranting for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, today, class was amazingly, different. I've never been this, uhm, pretty much okay - with school, but for once, I think I might be. Today, ino science was cool yet tiring. we had to see the DNA in an Onion and boy, it sure do take a long long long long long long long time just to see some small little white stuff dangling in the water. Oh well, anyway, it kinda woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;+ I had to do my DNA Structure all over, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. I swear, I'm pissed with it, but this time, it'll work. So I gotta get my stuff ready and get ready for school tomorrow, and no, it's not cuz I'm excited for my birthday tomorrow, it's just that I have pretty much alot of stuff going on too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, mum's birthday is tomorrow too. (-: Been happy for her, hah. I thought I wanted to change the blogskin for today, but I couldn't decide nor pick a perfect skin. I think I should just stick to my domokun skin for now, haha, who knows how long imma use it. So anyway, I'll try to fast from the computer till exams, but I dont know, I feel like ranting about exams but at the same time, I want a NO distractions. Oh well, maybe just 1 hour of computer a day that day.&lt;br /&gt;(That's like pure agony, hell, misery. Aww, but nevermind.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday outing is over, and I'm not sad. Really am not.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am, a little. I wanted to see him, but too bad. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go off now, hopefully birthday tomorrow will be alright, and so I dont really wanna actually even talk about it, but since they were talking about it, I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall get going now, I love dear. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Goodbyee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-8738301742834028441?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8738301742834028441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-both-know-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/8738301742834028441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/8738301742834028441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-both-know-that.html' title='We both know that.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-592961048722007755</id><published>2009-09-16T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:37:15.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I said, before.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SrDYGc5oiUI/AAAAAAAAAXw/EctGz5_8dJo/s1600-h/Photo+1773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SrDYGc5oiUI/AAAAAAAAAXw/EctGz5_8dJo/s320/Photo+1773.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382039160056482114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I so, had nothing to do for English, I think.&lt;br /&gt;I was bored! So what the heck. (-:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank Crystal so much for the card, though, I know, I just love the last part of the card.&lt;br /&gt;TEEHEE!&lt;br /&gt;I like saying, 'You got pwned' ever since. Hahah. Gibson kept on laughing about it, haha.&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, school was undescribable, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things happened and I dont wanna talk about it, I prefer naming the good things that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson number 1 I learnt, was, that, I was lucky to get a boyfriend whom I know was just perfect only for me.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson number 2, Fadzly, has sooo gotta buy a book '100 Tips on how to impress a girl' book for dummies. If there was one, I'd so get that for him for his birthday! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson number 3, ... Uhm, wait. There's no more! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so, anyway, I'm tired, and I'm really, scared there's PE tomorrow. Well, not scared, just pissed there's PE tomorrow. First of all, I hate it, thanks to BryanTan.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Oh well, I'm tired and so I wanna go off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday bash. Dang it. - 18 September 09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get going, now.&lt;br /&gt;goodbyeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-592961048722007755?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/592961048722007755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-i-said-before.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/592961048722007755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/592961048722007755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-i-said-before.html' title='What I said, before.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SrDYGc5oiUI/AAAAAAAAAXw/EctGz5_8dJo/s72-c/Photo+1773.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-8817380951611573718</id><published>2009-09-15T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:48:45.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final year coming and I dont know if I can make it.</title><content type='html'>Yeap, finals are comin and I don't know if I'm really ready. I mean, hello. It's like 10 topics, with all the subjects, so it's basically questioning you a whole textbook, of 10 topics. It's major stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose for a thirteen year old kid, that shouldn't be stressing but, moving from Normal Acad to Express sure is, tiring and stressing. It's a feeling where your parents and teachers are 'motivating' you to move on to a better level, but it's all stress. :( I know, I can actually.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't be forced. Anywho. I'm bankrupt. Spend 10 bucks, simply at Long John with my girls.&lt;br /&gt;FML.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fine. Anyway, school was, alright, I suppose. But ever since George moved infront of Gibson, my life, hasn't gotten any more worse than that. But, that all got paid off when my sarcasm towards Bryan started to show up today afternoon, in class, during a so called - free period. But it was just IT actually. We didn't know we had class still, so anyway. The conversation simply went like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ryuta: Nisha! You know just now ... uhm, Bryan Tan, was trying to say that Geography was fun and then ... etc, bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uhm, yeah, okay? -.- (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm over that fool, and I don't really wanted to know what he wanted to tell me, so I just shut up and listened like a normal kid would do, I think.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan: Ryuta.. Don't gossip! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryuta: Tsk .. (..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: -Cough-. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walk off and shouts&lt;/span&gt;, 'I don't need &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anyone's&lt;/span&gt; opinion on anything.') &lt;/blockquote&gt;Hehe, that's one fun I havent had in a pretty long time, basic sarcasm. Burn baby. Hehe, so that kinda did made my day. IT, we had to do the Pen-tool thingy, and I did all nicely, then I exited after the teacher said I could just surf the net. At the end, the teacher said, 'Save your work'.&lt;br /&gt;When I basically just pressed X. Damn her, I swear, shouldn't she give her instructions a little more, clearer?! So fine, I wanted to redo, but too damn lazy, since I wasnt in that mood after that for no reason, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after school, went to Long John with ma' girls. Haha, okay, uhm, Xue Yi, Ting Hui &amp;amp; Amanda came with me. We wanted to go to the Long John at Tiong Bahru, but I suggested, commenwealth since, I was one lazy pig who wasn't willing to go to Tiong, but anyway, so many, Green-Skirt-filled, kids. Yes, I'm speaking of Gan Eng Sec students. Didnt expect them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, then we had fun, talked like we havent for our whole life. Took pictures, talked on the phone, while I wasn't that in the mood, due to baby's thing. ):&lt;br /&gt;GAH. Sorry, for venting part of my love-life, but I couldnt help it.&lt;br /&gt;So anywho, yeah, then took 100, and saw that Jonathan kid, + he was talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;He asked me, 'EH, PSLE hard anot ah. Tell me leh, later I scared hard sia.' I was pretty pissed, so with conclusion sarcasm made my day.&lt;br /&gt;I just replied, Damn easy. Don't worry, you'll even make it to RI. :) Look at your face I know already. He was continuing the whole thing, when I heard his handphone singing ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zig-zag, cross the floor, shuffle in diagonal when the drum hits hand on your hips .. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I laughed out so loud. So so so loud.&lt;br /&gt;At the end I went back, he said, 'Bye nerd!' I told him, 'look at the mirror and see who has pimples first.'  Heh.&lt;br /&gt;He called me a nerd, too bad, he hasn't been a friend of mine. He would have died, died I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anywho, bye peeps. I should say, life isn't that bad afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss you and get well soon, I can't wait for 19/09. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye people. I'm off to revise - I think. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-8817380951611573718?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8817380951611573718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/final-year-coming-and-i-dont-know-if-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/8817380951611573718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/8817380951611573718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/final-year-coming-and-i-dont-know-if-i.html' title='Final year coming and I dont know if I can make it.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-4294489205492980828</id><published>2009-09-14T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:09:46.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I never wanted to say goodbye.</title><content type='html'>Hey, I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;It's been really a long day, and it would kill me not to sleep early tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Though I know, its pretty impossible, I'll try sleep at 9:45PM.&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I'm so so so so so tired now, that I could fall asleep right on my keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;But that would be just so, weird. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Today, had my dental appointment and I dont really like it.&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute, I dont just, 'dont-like-it', I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First day of school, and detention was being requested. Damn you, school, H1N1, you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gah, I'm getting into a lazy pig now a days, but oh well. Anyway, first day of uhm, school after the holiday, was too, unexplainable. For the first time in my damn life, I was gonna get detention.&lt;br /&gt;DETENTION! I'm not a perfectionist, but I aim not to get any detention in the first year of my secondary school, atleast, first 2 years. :'( Anyway, that was the first bad news. Second.&lt;br /&gt;My so called, 'results' were being announced right to the whole class by Ms Murni. Thanks alot.&lt;br /&gt;Well, though she was trying to nag and ask me to do better, I wasnt that furious.&lt;br /&gt;When she mentioned Bryan's name, and worst of all, said, 'he did better than you for maths and science,'. I almost, just. Wanted to blow up. But it's a first day of school, I dont wanna you know, just have this bad rep or something, I promised myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed b, ever since. :( Okay, anyway. Then, 3rd, I had to skip, band and go for dental appointment. Damn you. I swear, damn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was only like the first part of the story, I like the periods aftermath. It was damn fun.&lt;br /&gt;I sang guixing his song,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;'Can't scratch my, can't scratch my, no you can't scratch my, turtle shell. You scratch it like nobody!'&lt;/blockquote&gt;HAHAHA. It was fun, and so was asking, 'You know Lady Gaga?!' to Guixing, when the class was silent. Oh well, it's all gonna be part of memory lane. Anywho, I'm happy on how it started.&lt;br /&gt;And sure, at the end, it wasn't that bad. I went to dental appointment, changed braces to blue, wasted 8 bucks, damn you. Then, left to Tiong Bahru for Math Assesment, Popular.&lt;br /&gt;I swear, it's filled with Gan Eng Seng kids, that I can't even see green for once. Hahah. But anyway, it was cool. Haven't really been to Tiong. But okay, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, been really, tired. Till' I slept at the bus-mrt-bus. It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss (insert name here) and I cant wait for the day to come. (-:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4 days to birthday, seems like hell to me. I don't know why either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye people, nitez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-4294489205492980828?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4294489205492980828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-never-wanted-to-say-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/4294489205492980828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/4294489205492980828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-never-wanted-to-say-goodbye.html' title='I never wanted to say goodbye.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-4294410864727034202</id><published>2009-09-13T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T14:32:54.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You appear, just like a dream to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yfWxoK9K5eo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yfWxoK9K5eo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Today has been quite slow, the time, isn't ticking fast enough. I thought it would have been&lt;br /&gt;4 now, but noo. It's only 2:02 PM. He needs to know, that time doesnt move on faster, when I'm not with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it! A song. Hahah. I dont know, anyway, uhm. I made my own guitar pick today. Home-made! Too satisfying and, plus, I got to learn how to make my own iced coffee. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I drank like 2wice, this morning, at 1 AM, and at about 3AM. But I realised, it made me sleepier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I quickly went to sleep, and woke up. As usual.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I've fell in love with the song When I Look At You by Miley? :) It's a beautiful song.&lt;br /&gt;Just once, she's written, something not so, diva-ish. It's more to, soul and love.&lt;br /&gt;I like it. &gt;:) Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently on facebook, should I go on twitter? Okay, I will then. I'll try check on plurk later, I bet my karma is like below 10 or somethin, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday is coming soon, and somehow, I know I've repeated it so many times, but I just, feel like this time, it's something different. I miss last year. So much.&lt;br /&gt;Kabilan, I still keep your $20 in a note man. Too much memories that's being hold in it.&lt;br /&gt;:'/ I'm gonna get going, before I get too emotional.&lt;br /&gt;Gooddbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-4294410864727034202?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4294410864727034202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-appear-just-like-dream-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/4294410864727034202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/4294410864727034202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-appear-just-like-dream-to-me.html' title='You appear, just like a dream to me.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-6256264920713555865</id><published>2009-09-12T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T20:45:02.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm officially missing you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SquXk6XR2NI/AAAAAAAAAXo/XljeOc0JgsY/s1600-h/missing+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SquXk6XR2NI/AAAAAAAAAXo/XljeOc0JgsY/s320/missing+you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380560840222169298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna blog at this moment. I hope this picture shows more than what a thousand words could, :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm officially missing you, and I'm begging to see you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-6256264920713555865?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6256264920713555865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-officially-missing-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/6256264920713555865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/6256264920713555865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-officially-missing-you.html' title='I&apos;m officially missing you.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SquXk6XR2NI/AAAAAAAAAXo/XljeOc0JgsY/s72-c/missing+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-7596187852774273277</id><published>2009-09-11T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T14:40:24.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songwriting, what I love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn39/Nisha29_photo/guitar2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Song writing has been what I wanted to do for so long.&lt;br /&gt;PS: I love the band I'm wearing, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Friday afternoon, that's rainy. Nice day, but I really wanna go to the library to complete my unfinished homework. :(&lt;br /&gt;Should I go, before the rain gets heavy or something, or should I just stay home and do my work?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should stay at home, since I've got my Iced Coffee right beside me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm happy today I think. I've been smiling alot lately and havent shed a single tear at all. I find that just so fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I think I got nothing to blog about, so, I'll get going now, and I'm still counting on the days, my birthday is coming up. I don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; expect presents, atleast a wish from you means alot to me already anyway. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbyee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-7596187852774273277?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7596187852774273277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/songwriting-what-i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/7596187852774273277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/7596187852774273277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/songwriting-what-i-love.html' title='Songwriting, what I love.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-2013458599261467365</id><published>2009-09-10T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T16:20:23.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Song.</title><content type='html'>I'm back and as usual, I'm tired. Well, that's probably because I've been studying alot these few days, but dont worry, I slack while I study. I multi-task, haha. Anyway, woke up at 7 in the morning today, and then, left to school pretty early, I think. Bought orange juice, in a tiny bottle, for 1.20, if i'm not wrong. It wasn't that bad, the point was to keep me awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached school, wondered if we're suppose to have class at our own class, but then I wondered for so long, then I called Yan Rong and she told me we were suppose to go to 3rd floor. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;That made me so mad, I almost blow off. But nevermind, I was tired.&lt;br /&gt;So, I just silently went to look for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths, was alright, Gibson &amp;amp; Xing Ann were funny. Skipskip.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, really am.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we left and I went back, took 111.&lt;br /&gt;Realising, I wanted to eat something, so took 147 to Clementi to buy lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Bought it, then took 105 again, home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it. I can't get into Facebook. I'm getting real pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I feel like fainting. No facebook, Anyway .. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate, and then was tired, smsed b.&lt;br /&gt;I miss b alot k. :'(&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I'll go out for my bday, with b.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Birthday is coming in like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;week&lt;/span&gt; i think. And something tells me, it's gonna be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-2013458599261467365?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2013458599261467365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/2013458599261467365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/2013458599261467365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-song.html' title='Our Song.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-1269881420951958922</id><published>2009-09-09T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T17:34:54.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't read my mind, can ya?</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm tired but happy at the same time. Today's been a tiring day, I can say. (maybe, maybe not.) Oh well, woke up at 8 in the morning, took a bath and left to Band.&lt;br /&gt;I was late. Because I missed 1 bus, and I reached school at like 9:10AM! The time said that I  was suppose to be at Band room like at 9. 10 minutes delay, big whop! Anyway, then played &amp;amp; played, blow and blow, and I must say, Pirates of the Caribbean is now my favorite, thanks to the easy notes I've been given to play. Oh well, what can I say.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I didn't know band was till' 1PM. I thought 11. :( That crushed my hopes and dreams, aww.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, we had breaks here and there, slacked .. and the next minute we knew, it was 1PM. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;In your face! Okay, I think i've been talking rubbish lately, oh well, I think it's due to my hyper-ness. Or sugar rush. Whatever you call it. Then, after that, Me, Emmeline, Vanessa and Seri went off to Mac. No, I didnt fast, dont ask why. Though, I'm gonna fast tomorrow or something.&lt;br /&gt;So, yes. :-) Saw teekaiyang. Kai-yang! Then, bought my stuff, then sat, oh gosh. He's damn irritating. Calling me a noob? Gah. You die man. Hahaha. Bad senior. I don't know which part of him that (insert name here) found interesting about him. Attractive/Handsome/Cute, what nonsense that he isn't.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hummiliate me, you die. Hehehe. Anyway, after that, left to library with twinny. I love her. :-) Thanks alot ah. Anyway, then we walked to library, talked to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dear&lt;/span&gt; and ah, felt happier after that. Emmeline, thanks for the Chinese tuition, haha. Technically - I think.&lt;br /&gt;But had fun, heart2heart talk, and you told me a secret, that made me cry. And no, it wasn't sad.&lt;br /&gt;It was more of - disgusted. She should know how exactly I felt. Anywho.&lt;br /&gt;Then went home, with my clarinet, bulky thing that I didn't want to carry home, but Sabrina forced.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I think I did have some fun. :-) Tiring but, what the heck. This is life.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of life, tomorrow, there's Maths remedial, and it starts at 8 in the morning. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go, but it's final year revision. I can't help it. :'( So fast, the holidays are coming to a stop. I can't believe, my hopes and dreams are going to be crushed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go out with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dear&lt;/span&gt; so bad. So so so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, stop whining, I have yet to complete work. Let's list em out.&lt;br /&gt;- Maths, Review Paper 3. 2 Pages, ah.&lt;br /&gt;- Maths, Algebra worksheet, complete all. (Done)&lt;br /&gt;- Maths, Volume and Area worksheet. (Half-way)&lt;br /&gt;- English Comprehension worksheet.&lt;br /&gt;- English worksheet, complete whole unit.&lt;br /&gt;- InoScience DNA sculpture. (DNA done, not yet put label.)&lt;br /&gt;- Malay online assignment.&lt;br /&gt;- Malay Hari Raya Card thing, - due later, so not gonna do it yet, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self Revision:-&lt;br /&gt;- History.&lt;br /&gt;- Geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, see that. Not alone done, and it's already Wednesday. I think I'm gonna die soon.&lt;br /&gt;No, I shouldn't. I don't wannna anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of emphasizing on all the work, I should try lift my load off. Okay, I'll do it. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, thanks for the compliments on my banner. Wasn't that difficult, but took me hours. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I seem to be addicted to Zero Gravity by David Archuleta now. Eeek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-1269881420951958922?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1269881420951958922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/cant-read-my-mind-can-ya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/1269881420951958922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/1269881420951958922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/cant-read-my-mind-can-ya.html' title='Can&apos;t read my mind, can ya?'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-8137635071574676026</id><published>2009-09-08T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T19:05:41.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you.</title><content type='html'>Yay. Went to the library today with Haziqah.&lt;br /&gt;This was how it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00 AM: Tried to wake up, but too tired.&lt;br /&gt;11:00 AM: I woke up and sms-ed iqah, sms-ed boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;12:00 PM: Left the house, and took the bus.&lt;br /&gt;12:45 PM: Reached library, studied with Iqah.&lt;br /&gt;1:45 PM: I was hungry, so forced Iqah to go mac with me.&lt;br /&gt;3:15 PM: Finished eating, saw Ryu! :-) Then off to library again.&lt;br /&gt;4:30 PM: We finished revising, then go off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I reached home.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I'm tired actually.&lt;br /&gt;Really tired. Alright, I wanna go off now.&lt;br /&gt;Goooddddbyeeeeeeeee. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-8137635071574676026?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8137635071574676026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/8137635071574676026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/8137635071574676026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-1596718573210278998</id><published>2009-09-07T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:53:05.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I crave for ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs43/300W/i/2009/090/9/8/Iced_Coffee_ll_by_ohsix25ohfive.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 326px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3202/2950983142_44830b38d6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iced Coffee is what I've been craving and having these few days.&lt;br /&gt;The Red, LG K360 is the phone I've been wanting my whole life, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! The thing, is really cool. I meant the phone, but so is Iced Coffee. It gives me that sugar-rush. And flu too. Haha, but who cares, I'm better now I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;I dont even know why, I'm posting again, today, because I'm bored, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must really tell my friends I've switched blogs, haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-1596718573210278998?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1596718573210278998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-i-crave-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/1596718573210278998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/1596718573210278998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-i-crave-for.html' title='What I crave for ..'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3202/2950983142_44830b38d6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-8933287354310056512</id><published>2009-09-07T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T15:24:59.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What life teaches us.</title><content type='html'>It's 3:10 in the afternoon, phew.&lt;div&gt;Didn't expect time to fly &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; fast. Although, I admit. I really want holidays to be over asap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I've learnt that staying up till midnight, before going to band the next day, at like 8 in the morning, is wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I dont blame myself. I had a tough night, actually. I didn't manage to sleep at all, till about 2 in the morning. Due to complicated thinking, and having a boyfriend is hardwork. I swear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What else can I do. Don't wanna let it all out here, because it's just too dangerous. Anyway, I was trying to fall asleep, when tears started to fall off. For the first time! I mean, I've never did it before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what to say. Then, I slowly managed to sleep, then about 7:45 AM, my running nose got worst, cough started coming in. Took a panadol and slept. I knew I couldn't go for band. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hate having these stuff now. Plus, looking forward for my study date with Haziqah tomorrow. Time for me to vent my feelings to her, per usual, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what I'm forced to do anyway. Oh yeah, I changed it to caughtlove and I dont know how on earth, that came up to my mind and to be exact, I was surprised to caughtlove was still an available website. Really, does anyone use these exquisite words, anymore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not surprised that Singaporeans are turning to be, such, &lt;i&gt;kiasu,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;ah lians, ah beng, &lt;/i&gt;and whatever else you have. They all go with the latest trends. DSLRs are now even held by ah lians! Haha, I don't wish to actually accuse nor say bad things about them, but, really? Is this how Singaporeans are made of? Oh well. It's not feasible for them to change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life is really intricate. I've noticed that for the past few, weeks in fact. Really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there's nothing I can do. But I've something to intercept. That's for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna go now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye readers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-8933287354310056512?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8933287354310056512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-life-teaches-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/8933287354310056512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/8933287354310056512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-life-teaches-us.html' title='What life teaches us.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308378853018215919.post-736685362113717163</id><published>2009-09-06T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:53:37.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make love, not war.</title><content type='html'>Okay, made this blog, because decided to hop off from startafres-h.&lt;br /&gt;I still want startafres-h, just wanna delete everything, then start again.&lt;br /&gt;Something just tells me, I should, so I should follow my heart ..... .... right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god. It's 11:49 now. No, it's not in the morning, but it's at night, PM. Plus, I have band tomorrow. At 9 in the morning. I'm pretty sure mum can wake me up at about 8 I suppose. I'm a long-to-get-ready kinda girl. I like to waste time, especially in the morning, and I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the one thing I hate about that, is that once I start wasting it. I lose track. Then, I'm late.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that just sooo, horrible? Yeah, that's me. I can't help it. But I try not to lose track of time most of the time, so I'm good. Love my banner? Wait, I dont really wanna know your comments, but oh well. I love it. Took me about 1 hour or so to do it. Though it doesn't seem so, proffesional art-work. But hey, I only used Photoscape and Paint. Not easy, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's gonna be 12AM, and I'm doing Algebra! Isn't that just cool?&lt;br /&gt;Oh who am I kidding. That's nonsense right. I don't know just felt like doing maths this time.&lt;br /&gt;But I should stop right now, I suppose. Since mum is off to sleep and dad is watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;Brother, is out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always is. He's either doing that, or sleeping. Gosh! I can't live like that.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess imma go now.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308378853018215919-736685362113717163?l=caughtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/736685362113717163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/make-love-not-war.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/736685362113717163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308378853018215919/posts/default/736685362113717163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caughtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/make-love-not-war.html' title='Make love, not war.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
