<?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-21659033</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:07:27.400+08:00</updated><category term='Dcp onebeetoofive'/><category term='school'/><category term='D'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>i love nazreen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>505</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-5973798597901445869</id><published>2011-01-02T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:00:23.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/TSBok8ib8FI/AAAAAAAAAmU/_lxhqmdbB-M/s1600/Untitled.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 549px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/TSBok8ib8FI/AAAAAAAAAmU/_lxhqmdbB-M/s400/Untitled.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557556924110336082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;battling with time, still have the courage to talk about soccer. damn nazreen.&lt;br /&gt;you are screwed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/RUNNER%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-5973798597901445869?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/5973798597901445869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=5973798597901445869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/5973798597901445869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/5973798597901445869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2011/01/battling-with-time-still-have-courage.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/TSBok8ib8FI/AAAAAAAAAmU/_lxhqmdbB-M/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-6912342551353242191</id><published>2010-12-14T10:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T10:33:59.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquarius</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol style="text-align: left;" id="timeline" class="statuses"&gt;&lt;li class="hentry u-ZodiacFacts status" id="status_14492042130366465"&gt;     &lt;span class="status-body"&gt;     &lt;span class="status-content"&gt;                   &lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/search?q=%23ZodiacFacts" title="#ZodiacFacts" class="tweet-url hashtag" rel="nofollow"&gt;#ZodiacFacts&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/search?q=%23Aquarius" title="#Aquarius" class="tweet-url hashtag" rel="nofollow"&gt;#Aquarius&lt;/a&gt; are good thinkers, and are very successful when it comes to debate and argument, and difficult to convince.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="hentry u-ZodiacFacts status" id="status_14491901554069504"&gt;     &lt;span class="status-body"&gt;     &lt;span class="status-content"&gt;                   &lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/search?q=%23ZodiacFacts" title="#ZodiacFacts" class="tweet-url hashtag" rel="nofollow"&gt;#ZodiacFacts&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/search?q=%23Aquarius" title="#Aquarius" class="tweet-url hashtag" rel="nofollow"&gt;#Aquarius&lt;/a&gt; can read people instinctively, and for this reason they "see through" people too easily to be really happy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/ZodiacFacts/status/14491901554069504"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;             &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="hentry u-ZodiacFacts status" id="status_14491733115019264"&gt;     &lt;span class="status-body"&gt;     &lt;span class="status-content"&gt;                   &lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/search?q=%23ZodiacFacts" title="#ZodiacFacts" class="tweet-url hashtag" rel="nofollow"&gt;#ZodiacFacts&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/search?q=%23Aquarius" title="#Aquarius" class="tweet-url hashtag" rel="nofollow"&gt;#Aquarius&lt;/a&gt; are tireless workers and are willing to work for what they want, and do not demand more than their fair share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="hentry u-ZodiacFacts status" id="status_14491733115019264"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/search?q=%23ZodiacFacts" title="#ZodiacFacts" class="tweet-url hashtag" rel="nofollow"&gt;#ZodiacFacts&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/search?q=%23Aquarius" title="#Aquarius" class="tweet-url hashtag" rel="nofollow"&gt;#Aquarius&lt;/a&gt; dislike giving pressure or forcing themselves onto others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-6912342551353242191?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/6912342551353242191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=6912342551353242191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/6912342551353242191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/6912342551353242191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/12/aquarius.html' title='Aquarius'/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-5840907361073169221</id><published>2010-11-21T13:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T13:51:34.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>www.formspring.me/nazreen0202&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-5840907361073169221?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/5840907361073169221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=5840907361073169221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/5840907361073169221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/5840907361073169221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/11/www.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-2241705024686095778</id><published>2010-11-11T21:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T21:26:18.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everybody!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what i like my routine:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school... Gym/Run... Homework.&lt;br /&gt;It has been like that for past 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;i would like to keep this going and really hit that 50kg:) hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignoring the fact that is till eat like a giant. oh well, i need energy right?? haha&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna include badminton and swimming!! :):) alright peeps. wish me good luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-2241705024686095778?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/2241705024686095778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=2241705024686095778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/2241705024686095778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/2241705024686095778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/11/hello-everybody-guess-what-i-like-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-6176125334872285479</id><published>2010-11-05T09:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T09:41:26.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3rd week of school ended.&lt;br /&gt;with deepavali and weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel nice to run and gym. i cant wait to hit back my 50kg. :) So in case you read this and if you want  to gym/run you can always call for out for me. lol. &lt;br /&gt;After gym, i went to the badminton court to recollect my memories. and again i saw Fuhua's coach who was super friendly to me. and i am glad he still remembers me and my school:)&lt;br /&gt;coaches should have both EQ and IQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The next time i probably blog it will be when i am 50kg:) alright&lt;br /&gt;adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-6176125334872285479?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/6176125334872285479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=6176125334872285479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/6176125334872285479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/6176125334872285479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/11/3rd-week-of-school-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-3371763437178418254</id><published>2010-10-23T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T13:32:51.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;First week of school.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its good to have Melancholic friends around you. Tell me about it; i got 2 and all they aim for is perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the conclusion for this week.&lt;br /&gt;adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: bastards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-3371763437178418254?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/3371763437178418254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=3371763437178418254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/3371763437178418254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/3371763437178418254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-week-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-6065851413543180603</id><published>2010-10-03T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T00:07:15.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Smiles can be given to anyone,&lt;br /&gt;tears are only meant for loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/TKikXWBDBNI/AAAAAAAAAmI/PC5tIEhaFcs/s1600/crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/TKikXWBDBNI/AAAAAAAAAmI/PC5tIEhaFcs/s400/crying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523845663923832018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have very incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;even though i have everything i need/want in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it alright to sacrifice your own happiness for the happiness of your family?&lt;br /&gt;My answer, i think its perfectly alright to sacrifice this Small amount of happiness for our parents/family who had sacrifice too much for the sake of their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has only 3 words right now, Final Year Project.&lt;br /&gt;There are still quite a number of experiment to be done and results to be tabulated, reports to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqilah's family came over to my house on tuesday, we went over on sunday:) Our parents met. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as for results, i jus hope i dun forward any module, thats my scariest nightmare. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/TKii4PLs9GI/AAAAAAAAAmA/ZMt7c2nOfzI/s1600/crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/21659033-6065851413543180603?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/6065851413543180603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=6065851413543180603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/6065851413543180603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/6065851413543180603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/10/smiles-can-be-given-to-anyone-tears-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/TKikXWBDBNI/AAAAAAAAAmI/PC5tIEhaFcs/s72-c/crying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-4586431714575787546</id><published>2010-09-25T01:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T01:22:57.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCK MY LIFE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-4586431714575787546?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/4586431714575787546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=4586431714575787546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/4586431714575787546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/4586431714575787546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/09/fuck-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-4153296094126891963</id><published>2010-09-05T23:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T01:56:08.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXAMS MOOD NOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HARI RAYA MOOD. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is this good or bad?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 tasks by monday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;memorise Dr Chengs notes and revise Dr Lims notes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;do papers. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i am totally into Hari Raya mood. I cant wait for friday:) i have been burnig midnight oil not to study but to help my mum to do the cookies. untill 5am, to eat and thats when i hit the sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Saved post-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today... september 9 2010 1.53am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coward, I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chemistry is definitely one of my favourite subject, after maths obviously.&lt;br /&gt;I am burning midnight oil/kerosene/diesel whatever you want to to call, to revise Advance Organic Chemistry, the worst out of my 5 Core modules :( .&lt;br /&gt;"Okay nazreen stop repeating this line everytime end of sem exams, only with different modules"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time i definitely do not blame the teachers, Ms Ng Su Ling and Dr Soh Chai Hoon. Because they are definitely good teachers, they care about  weak students( yes, yes. its me), despite the fact that they dun give me good grades. You teachers are the best!!&lt;br /&gt;hopefully after reading this, they will push up my grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop nightdreaming nazreen"&lt;br /&gt;On a serious note, i always specially and especially study real hard with 100% for this module even for that test which contributes, 3% to the overall grade, but to no avail did my effort was retrieved with good results. Now i am afraid, what if the same situation rises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what aqilah always say " i dun want to seat for this teacher's lectures again"&lt;br /&gt;In case you dun understand, it means she doesnt wants to repeat the module, which SP named it more respectedly as forward module, which basically means YOU DID DAMN BADLY FOR THIS MODULE THE PREVIOUS SEM, SO I AM GIVING A SECOND CHANCE FOR YOU TO DO YOU BEST AND ALSO SPENT AN ADDTIONAL 6 MONTHS IN SCHOOL. this is what it means.&lt;br /&gt;Neither do i!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For All my  modules, even though i have 5 core modules, ive got 9 lectures, 4 which has 2 sets of notes with respective lecturers. how cool and simple. NOT. For industrial chemicals and processes, Dr cheng's notes is basically memorising and i did a perfect job:) But for Dr lim???? OMGOD he must be the most irritating lecturer on earth. i am sorry. But i seriously dun even find the need of going for his lecturers because i really dun understand what the hell is he talking about. As a typical Poly student, i go to his lesson for attendance. I aint a saint not to complain about lecturers alright. i am a teenager. well please allow me to address me as a teenager for the next 5 months because i wunt be a teen anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how i conquer ICP Exam? I memorise Dr chengs notes which will give me approximately about 50% of the marks and i studied arrhenius equation another 10 marks. this is how i gambled ICP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT FOR AOCHEM, How the hell to conquer which/whose part when both seems so disgusting and...and... see i cant even find words to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side track.. i always wonder why people say&lt;br /&gt;1) if its a bad deed/ugly/anything related to being mean- i cant find words to describe&lt;br /&gt;2) if its a good deed- There are too many words to describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back on track.. Right now i am memorising chapter 3-carboncarbon bond formation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i am sure i will not be able to do tomorrow's paper.  i dunnoe why.&lt;br /&gt;STUPID DUMB BRAIN. i am so stupid :(&lt;br /&gt;well i am not totally stupid because i still got As and Bs for some modules. But i am completely stupid for AOCHEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if i really decide to give up, why the hell am i up at 2 to study and sacrifice my beautiful and peaceful sleep. because i am not willing to give up. i will jus do my part.i will study. but there is a small part in me thats say "no point studying, you are gonna fail, ms ng will fail you, then they will pity you and give you a D-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya allah, please give me the strength to conquer this module.&lt;br /&gt;alright people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note ,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the last day of fasting!! actually i will miss fasting month. and and tomorrow is Hari raya night! CANT WAIT!!&lt;br /&gt;We have got our clothes.&lt;br /&gt;We baked cooking&lt;br /&gt;We decorated the house&lt;br /&gt;We have got alot of new things for the house, EVERYTHING NEW.&lt;br /&gt;new this new that, new bedsheets, new paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye everybody. All the best.&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/21659033-4153296094126891963?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/4153296094126891963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=4153296094126891963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/4153296094126891963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/4153296094126891963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/09/exams-mood-not-hari-raya-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-3588568399081894397</id><published>2010-09-03T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T21:42:22.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Twice again, i skipped training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is unfair, it is so difficult to satisfy everyone at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;if one can do that,he ought to be a genius:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the last few days of fasting month and needless to say Hari raya is just days away.&lt;br /&gt;The house needs some serious cleaning to do. My mum cant be the only soul doing all this right :( And my elder sister works her days away :( i dun want my mum to tire herself doing all this alone and i definitely want to help her before hari raya. Even though she gave live to 5 souls, 2 of which are normal human beings( My elder sister and me , duhhh, of course) and the other 3 are MONSTERS FROM ANOTHER UNIVERSE. serious, They dun even put back their plate in the sink after they finish their meal. can you imagine, Ive to keep shouting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" FOR GOD SAKE, take your plate to the kitchen NOW"&lt;br /&gt;" huh.. wait, wait"&lt;br /&gt;"I CANNOT WAIT, NOW MEANS NOW"&lt;br /&gt;" aiyoh, i very tired" sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WHAT THE HELL SPOILT MONSTERS I HAVE AS SIBLINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only odd one out among the 5 of us, is my brother and he is suffering from asthma every since he was born. and... he is for goooooodddd sake, 7 YEARS OLD when my mum says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" mohammad , use the inhaler"&lt;br /&gt;" aiyo, mama, take for me, puff for me"&lt;br /&gt;" cannot, i am very busy here, you do it yourself"&lt;br /&gt;" you dun want to do for me, i dun want to do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argggggg!!!! SO SPOILT , Then i ask my mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" was i this irritating when i was young?"&lt;br /&gt;" you were worst, you never went anywhere without me. you dun allow me to go to the toilet"&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;See what i meant, MONSTERS??its in the genes i guess. okay enough of humors, time for some seriousness, the purpose of me posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the house-cleaning, my mum needs help to do hari raya cookies:)&lt;br /&gt;sount tempting dunt they, but its not only the fragrance, the taste or how beautiful it looks, its about how my mum add the flour,egg, sugar,flavouring and mix everything and how we shape the dough by shape cutters. and putting it in over and keeping an eye on it, so that it doesnt comes out like the dough or like alitte burnt but just nice to eat :)&lt;br /&gt;and it takes a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got exams:( 4 core modules, 3 of them 60% and the other one is  50% .&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go all out. i got some polishing up to do. i need to study, memorise. i need time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still want to go training. :( its just 2 hours on Monday Wednesday and Friday. feel so guilty for missing so many because of test/exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i lack of time management skills, but where is time to manage.&lt;br /&gt;I promise myself i would not skip anymore training:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dun want to disappoint myself. Life is full of sacrifices:(. I want it all. i dun want to sacrifice anything. because there is no meaning of give up in my dictionary. i jus need time to balance everything and get back life on track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so difficult to explain and understand. i only can do what i think is right.&lt;br /&gt;i cant possibly abandon my mum with all the household chores and I need time to study and also, i wanna run. and i NEED TO SLEEP!!!! hello!! i am tired/ exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOD, can you hear that?? it was super loud, i think my  neighbours heard that too.&lt;br /&gt;Dr Cheng's ICP notes just shouted my name.  and i did something to motivate myself so that i would study instead of using my laptop.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/TID5ypEq2bI/AAAAAAAAAl4/wYkRw4ohTso/s1600/Untitled.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/TID5ypEq2bI/AAAAAAAAAl4/wYkRw4ohTso/s400/Untitled.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512680592315701682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt it AWESOME? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;The other time when i was in school studying with Raviin Kumar, i think he was seriously sick in his mind. He is ALWAYS SICK IN THE MIND anyway. We were guessing each others favourite colour. and he must be the first on earth not to guess it right! hahaha. He guess red and green and blue. Lousiest guesser. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;omgod heard that again??&lt;br /&gt;i am just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;adios.&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/21659033-3588568399081894397?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/3588568399081894397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=3588568399081894397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/3588568399081894397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/3588568399081894397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/09/twice-again-i-skipped-training.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/TID5ypEq2bI/AAAAAAAAAl4/wYkRw4ohTso/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-6350229681725705115</id><published>2010-09-02T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T22:02:20.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No One Can Judge Me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unless You got freaking huge ass problem with your own mental self.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do whatever you want,&lt;br /&gt;can't you see, i am not even bothered to even entertain you.&lt;br /&gt;i must be total complete idoit to even go up to you and say/CRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for good sake, i am not a total complete idoit.&lt;br /&gt;you can spread rumors or bitch about me.&lt;br /&gt;i believe in retribution strongly, get what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you are too stupid to even know what is the meaning of one of the most simplest principle in life : retribution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet you dun even have money to pay for your internet bills, therefore you dun have mio/Starhub at home.  so thats my worry, you cant read this :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you manage to get internet from some cheapskate way, and you read this, let me tell you. retribution means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) if you are nice, life will shower you with blessing love and care.&lt;br /&gt;2) if you are born to eff-you-see-kay up someone's life, life will EFF-YOU-SEE-KAY back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE THIS INTO HEART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are still reading, (sure got enough money to pay for the internet you are using, nowadays everything  is getting more expensive, don't you want to save up for your lunch/dinner later?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is already packed with superduber exciting stuffs like exams and trainings and my family. I am taking my expensive time to tell you that you are like a piece of rubbish that i cant wait to throw it away. :) get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you furious? want to take revenge? do you need ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this is up to life and you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to study. adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-6350229681725705115?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/6350229681725705115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=6350229681725705115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/6350229681725705115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/6350229681725705115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-one-can-judge-me-unless-you-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-4605600990530042605</id><published>2010-09-01T03:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T03:49:14.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;AQUARIUS&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Aquarians are great with groups of people, it takes a bit  when it comes to making close friends. Deeply sensitive and cautious,  closeness means vulnerability to an Aquarius, and this is not something  to be taken lightly. Aquarians' direct, no-nonsense approach in  combination with their strong values can make it challenging to get to  know the inner person. Yet those who are able to do so will discover a  friendship that lasts through the years. An Aquarius will go the  distance for a loved one to the point of self-sacrifice if necessary.  They look for creativity, intellect, and honesty in their friends. When  it comes to family, the expectations are no less. Although dedicated to a  sense of duty to relatives, the Aquarius isn’t one for developing close  bonds unless the same qualities they expect in their friendships are  there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-4605600990530042605?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/4605600990530042605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=4605600990530042605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/4605600990530042605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/4605600990530042605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/09/aquarius3-even-though-aquarians-are_01.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-7426491125193122688</id><published>2010-09-01T03:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T03:48:46.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AQUARIUS&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Aquarians are great with groups of people, it takes a bit  when it comes to making close friends. Deeply sensitive and cautious,  closeness means vulnerability to an Aquarius, and this is not something  to be taken lightly. Aquarians' direct, no-nonsense approach in  combination with their strong values can make it challenging to get to  know the inner person. Yet those who are able to do so will discover a  friendship that lasts through the years. An Aquarius will go the  distance for a loved one to the point of self-sacrifice if necessary.  They look for creativity, intellect, and honesty in their friends. When  it comes to family, the expectations are no less. Although dedicated to a  sense of duty to relatives, the Aquarius isn’t one for developing close  bonds unless the same qualities they expect in their friendships are  there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-7426491125193122688?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/7426491125193122688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=7426491125193122688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/7426491125193122688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/7426491125193122688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/09/aquarius3-even-though-aquarians-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-2392416765623635133</id><published>2010-08-29T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T21:00:19.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;TIME TRIAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna revise retrosynthesis till 11, then back to chapter 2. and hitting the sack at 12.&lt;br /&gt;Allah, please give me strength :)&lt;br /&gt;there is time trial tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;and i hope i can do sub 12. because i really want to do sub 12.&lt;br /&gt;ITS JUS 6 ROUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;please please please!!!&lt;br /&gt;jus 6 rounds!!! first 3 rounds at 2 minutes pace&lt;br /&gt;and at the 4th and 5th rounds i really hope to stay constant, and give all out for last round.&lt;br /&gt;JUS GONNA GIVE ALL OUT!!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO DO SUB 12!!&lt;br /&gt;ITS ALL IN THE MIND!!&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE LET ME FOCUS AND CONCENTRATE&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE GIVE ME THE STRENGTH.&lt;br /&gt;once after training,&lt;br /&gt;give me the strength to study CGMP!!&lt;br /&gt;ALLAH, I BEG OF YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BISMILLAHIRAHMANIRAHIM.&lt;br /&gt;i pray that i would get at least 11'55 and also everybody else to get their pb.&lt;br /&gt;i hope tomorrow AOCHEM test wun demotivate me when i am gonna study for exams.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i can study cgmp on time!!&lt;br /&gt;AMEEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not a coward and i am feeling excited for tomorrow's time trial!!&lt;br /&gt;:):) because i believe i can do it. i am not aiming for sub 11, ITS SUB 12!! OH PLEASE.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah :)&lt;br /&gt;nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-2392416765623635133?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/2392416765623635133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=2392416765623635133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/2392416765623635133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/2392416765623635133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-gonna-revise-retrosynthesis-till.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-7664728772332258792</id><published>2010-08-29T18:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T20:18:05.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Man bets S$100,000 life savings online — and loses.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OMGOD, such people still exist despite the unfaithful economic recession last year?&lt;br /&gt;LIKE FREAKING 100 000 BUCKS IS WORTH A WHOLE LIFE OF SAVINGS. AND FOR A FACT HE IS FREAKING UNEMPLOYED!! DOESNT HE HAS BRAINS. initially i did feel " ouch" for him, but now i feel that a 28 year old should have brains and discipline.  humans...this guy has the freaking nerve to say he isnt a compulsive gambler?? HAHAHAHAAHHA . that was super hilarious. omgod. i think the world shook of laughter. WELL FOR HELL SAKE, this idoit gave up a full time job to gamble online and yet not a compulsive gambler. HE SERIOUSLY should screw himself up. i think this is GREED. YOU HAVE ALOT, AND YOU DEFINITELY WANT SOMEMORE. and its reported you dint seem so affected. if i were your parents, i would murder you alive. and i think its in the genes because your brother lost 50 000 in casino.&lt;br /&gt;why the hell am i worrying for?&lt;br /&gt;jus pissed off with this kind of people.&lt;br /&gt;if you had given me 100 000,&lt;br /&gt;i would probably take 1000 for myself , to buy so many things for me and my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;and the rest of money...&lt;br /&gt;no, definitely not going to donate all, i would give the rest to my&lt;br /&gt;dad, because i believe he knows how to handle that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop dreaming nazreen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about the previous idoit who lost $2.6million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the inch when i LOST as small as 10 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;these idoitic fools PURPOSELY let their money get swindled by gambling.&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay there is advance organic chemistry test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;buena suerte  everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME TRIAL!!&lt;br /&gt;PB INSHA ALLAH!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-7664728772332258792?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/7664728772332258792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=7664728772332258792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/7664728772332258792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/7664728772332258792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/08/man-bets-s100000-life-savings-online.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-4983939118471734390</id><published>2010-08-26T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T23:44:06.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;some people change once they are in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;for the better, its alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but for the worst?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like they got a leash,&lt;br /&gt;like they dun have a life&lt;br /&gt;like they dun have other friends&lt;br /&gt;like they own the world( when they dont)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this are the effects of a relationship&lt;br /&gt;then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/21659033-4983939118471734390?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/4983939118471734390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=4983939118471734390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/4983939118471734390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/4983939118471734390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/08/fucking-irritated.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-4363801528948086379</id><published>2010-08-25T23:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T00:02:29.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;this marriage thing is driving me crazy :(&lt;br /&gt;why is my sister so stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;i pity my parents for god sake.&lt;br /&gt;only god can change her damn freaking mind&lt;br /&gt;for that i pray wholeheartedly to allah&lt;br /&gt;to stop making things so difficult for my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-4363801528948086379?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/4363801528948086379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=4363801528948086379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/4363801528948086379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/4363801528948086379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-marriage-thing-is-driving-me-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-5647027072059485029</id><published>2010-08-25T13:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T14:15:46.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I dint wake up to eat today :(&lt;br /&gt;having gastric the second time this ramadhan.&lt;br /&gt;i need to study CGMP by today&lt;br /&gt;i am quite scared&lt;br /&gt;astalavista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insya allah, everything goes as plan for abang's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;today is the 15th day of ramadhan. 15 more days for hari raya!&lt;br /&gt;and lesser than that for&lt;br /&gt;exams :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i dun do well in track because either i am cursed or i dun receive blessings from the most important person in my world. :(&lt;br /&gt;i come back with such a sucky timing:(&lt;br /&gt;no one understands:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i feel happy/sad/excited/lazy/bored/anything, i will buy myself a tub of a good ice cream and indulge myself in it.&lt;br /&gt;now i cannot eat ice cream, so i cannot wait for&lt;br /&gt;TRAINING,&lt;br /&gt;one of the beautiful moments in life&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A smile is a curve that sets everything straight. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright back to book. adios.&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/21659033-5647027072059485029?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-4130928585634926163</id><published>2010-08-18T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T00:08:49.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/TGwCHmh6BmI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VNFAwnaw7lA/s1600/170820100031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/TGwCHmh6BmI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VNFAwnaw7lA/s400/170820100031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506778773992375906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;AZIYA&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FIONA&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;EUGENE&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;AQILAH&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;MIYANE&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;TIMOTHY&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;NAZREEN&lt;/span&gt;~SHAHRIL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The photo is credited to&lt;br /&gt;nazreen, aqilah, fiona (c)&lt;br /&gt;its not taken from any web, but our own FYP lab!&lt;br /&gt;that rhymes, doesnt it!!&lt;br /&gt;they are SOAP BARS!!&lt;br /&gt;yes:) they are. we were talking about shah's birthday&lt;br /&gt;we thought of giving him the soap of our clique's respective favourite colours.&lt;br /&gt;We were thinking which colours we were short of, but realise we  had done so many colours:)&lt;br /&gt;. We are planning to give him our hardwork.. haha, cool or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what i call&lt;br /&gt;LOVE.&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/21659033-4130928585634926163?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/4130928585634926163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=4130928585634926163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/4130928585634926163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/4130928585634926163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/08/aziya-fiona-eugene-aqilah-miyane.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/TGwCHmh6BmI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VNFAwnaw7lA/s72-c/170820100031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-7861892986904188171</id><published>2010-08-18T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T23:30:57.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/TGv8YL7QVrI/AAAAAAAAAlg/5qbwNKMM7PQ/s1600/180820100041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/TGv8YL7QVrI/AAAAAAAAAlg/5qbwNKMM7PQ/s400/180820100041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506772461838948018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Study hard, Play hard.&lt;br /&gt;i am studying, anyone wanna join?&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/21659033-7861892986904188171?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/7861892986904188171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=7861892986904188171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/7861892986904188171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/7861892986904188171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/08/study-hard-play-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/TGv8YL7QVrI/AAAAAAAAAlg/5qbwNKMM7PQ/s72-c/180820100041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-3635163206784792097</id><published>2010-08-10T03:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T04:08:13.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/TGBe5XlhJnI/AAAAAAAAAlY/GA3Ju2mhK1A/s1600/42958716_49719a1c00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/TGBe5XlhJnI/AAAAAAAAAlY/GA3Ju2mhK1A/s400/42958716_49719a1c00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503503084323677810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;don't i feel good?&lt;br /&gt;cant i do this ?&lt;br /&gt;is it always me ?&lt;br /&gt;is it that even though i have everything i feel like i lost something?&lt;br /&gt;is god playing tricks on me?&lt;br /&gt;is it when i wanna have fun, i have the whole world crushing down?&lt;br /&gt;is it when i laugh, i cry that night?&lt;br /&gt;cant i go further?&lt;br /&gt;am i stuck in between?&lt;br /&gt;cant i be the one?&lt;br /&gt;cant i see myself in my dreams?&lt;br /&gt;cant i do what i am willing to do?&lt;br /&gt;cant i let the river flow?&lt;br /&gt;cant i stay?&lt;br /&gt;must i let you go?&lt;br /&gt;should i even bother?&lt;br /&gt;cant anyone answer these questions?&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/21659033-3635163206784792097?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/3635163206784792097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=3635163206784792097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/3635163206784792097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/3635163206784792097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/08/dont-i-feel-good-cant-i-do-this-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/TGBe5XlhJnI/AAAAAAAAAlY/GA3Ju2mhK1A/s72-c/42958716_49719a1c00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-7651186997312946863</id><published>2010-08-05T23:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T23:40:31.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></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/_1tBZIRANf4M/TFrTItSpsVI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/8LoZI59Bz7Y/s1600/ROSE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/TFrTItSpsVI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/8LoZI59Bz7Y/s400/ROSE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501942041336721746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pretty :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally i  am kissing good bye to all assignments and reports and projects.&lt;br /&gt;I am entering the 3 weeks YOG break. but i guess about 60 to 70% of my time will be spent in woodlands, givaudon. but i am not complaining because i really wanna get a good grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday i was quite elated with myself BUT ,  i wanna do a better timing tomorrow:) i can do it man. No, No!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can do it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i have Industrial chemicals and processes Test.I Finally got the hang of managing the questions and i really hope tomorrow's test wun be hard on us:) good luck everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOOD: HAPPY, PURE HAPPINESS.&lt;br /&gt;please pray that it lasts:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;things i need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch&lt;br /&gt;jeans&lt;br /&gt;birthday present for my brother and sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramadhan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: JJ ASK ME TO BLOG ABOUT HIM AND I DID IT:)&lt;br /&gt;AWWWW :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-7651186997312946863?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/TFrTItSpsVI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/8LoZI59Bz7Y/s72-c/ROSE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-4031644013637960932</id><published>2010-08-03T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T21:52:45.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;why is it that&lt;br /&gt;when i help people regaurding this,&lt;br /&gt;its a win.&lt;br /&gt;but when its my turn,&lt;br /&gt;i am such a big loser.&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/21659033-4031644013637960932?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/4031644013637960932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=4031644013637960932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/4031644013637960932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/4031644013637960932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/08/why-is-it-that-when-i-help-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-736608244445377782</id><published>2010-08-03T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T20:04:00.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate being spoilt and pampered&lt;br /&gt;it feels like i cant stand on my own feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more weeks to puasa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-736608244445377782?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/736608244445377782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=736608244445377782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/736608244445377782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/736608244445377782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-hate-being-spoilt-and-pampered-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-7954914027831392683</id><published>2010-07-28T19:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T20:02:41.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Discussion, Conclusion and questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 test in total&lt;br /&gt;2 formal report&lt;br /&gt;3 more assignments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EST&lt;br /&gt;FYP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: hope you love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-7954914027831392683?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/7954914027831392683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=7954914027831392683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/7954914027831392683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/7954914027831392683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/07/discussion-conclusion-and-questions.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-3181103468015226599</id><published>2010-07-28T07:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T07:29:04.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am going nuts.&lt;br /&gt;for fuck sake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-3181103468015226599?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/3181103468015226599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=3181103468015226599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-6238884234314975169?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/6238884234314975169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=6238884234314975169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/6238884234314975169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/6238884234314975169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-feel-like-i-fail-as-friend-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-7208712011367613778</id><published>2010-07-25T19:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T19:17:05.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some guys say " as long as you are happy(even with other guys?) , i am happy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say " I am gonna prove to you i am the only one that can make you happy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-7208712011367613778?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/7208712011367613778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=7208712011367613778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/7208712011367613778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/7208712011367613778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/07/some-guys-say-as-long-as-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-2508278045268159262</id><published>2010-07-25T18:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T19:16:47.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;no matter how many times i said " things are pretty much easy now"&lt;br /&gt;this can never become the truth.&lt;br /&gt;But I aint the type who sits and weeps all day :)&lt;br /&gt;shafina said " you are one of the strongest girl i have ever seen"&lt;br /&gt;thanks shafina. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i also need time and space for myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plastering a smile over my face when my whole world is upside down.&lt;br /&gt;some people call it strength&lt;br /&gt;some people call it foolishness, i go for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, i am good :):)&lt;br /&gt;I jus feel upset/disturbed by whats happening around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have TRUCKLOADS of work to do.&lt;br /&gt;Dun have anytime for miscellaneous.&lt;br /&gt;:( thats sad. oh well im blogging. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is getting more and more tiring.&lt;br /&gt;I always tell my subconscious mind " jus a for 2 more months and ALL will be done, go for it.. 2 more months"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to see you after your book out:) haha take care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-2508278045268159262?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/2508278045268159262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=2508278045268159262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/2508278045268159262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/2508278045268159262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-matter-how-many-times-i-said-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-5939053872371595832</id><published>2010-07-18T12:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T12:58:46.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Frowns into SMILES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is beautiful for a good afternoon NAP.&lt;br /&gt;but i am stuck on a report, thats sad, aint it. :(&lt;br /&gt;oh well, at least i get started on it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give your best, everybody :)&lt;br /&gt;live life with no Regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness.Laughter.Study.Train.Family.MAFANSET.SPTRACKERS.&lt;br /&gt;LOVES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-5939053872371595832?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/5939053872371595832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=5939053872371595832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/5939053872371595832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/5939053872371595832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/07/frowns-into-smiles.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-2719170770327861621</id><published>2010-07-17T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T11:51:21.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My family and my MAFAN were there for me, they gave me strength and hope when i had NONE at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-2719170770327861621?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/2719170770327861621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=2719170770327861621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/2719170770327861621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/2719170770327861621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-family-and-my-bestfriend-were-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-2979702912390887871</id><published>2010-07-15T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T19:35:24.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>16th july was a very beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly its my Sister's 9th birthday,&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!! study hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PCCC tutorial, chapter 6 on perfumery was alright.&lt;br /&gt;AOCHEM practical, i got the glimpse of chapter 5 on how to read NMR. and even manage to read a few of them( with help of course. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Lunch, we manage to finish up PCCC assignment( was given to us on monday and should be handed in on week 16) its only week 13 and we are done. love MAFAN. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we were on fiona's facebook and we were laughing very loud at alot of things. It has been long since we talked about other stuffs besides assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRAINING WAS ANOTHER LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;On wednesday 14th july, i dint complete my 12 rounds of workout( bad mental)&lt;br /&gt;but on friday i completed it!! 12 rounds. i was so elated. then we played soccer and monkey.&lt;br /&gt;i got butter fingers. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;it beautiful aint it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i am gonna do my resume and cover letter.&lt;br /&gt;i must finish it by tonight. love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like the happiness girl in town.&lt;br /&gt;i am always fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-2979702912390887871?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/2979702912390887871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=2979702912390887871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/2979702912390887871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/2979702912390887871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/07/16th-july-was-very-beautiful-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-6953767200444558743</id><published>2010-07-15T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T00:20:02.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am upset, i dint complete coach workout. why?&lt;br /&gt;i was seriously upset, i cried on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;I jus told myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENED. FOR GOD SAKE, COMPLETE WHATEVER COACH WORKOUT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-6953767200444558743?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/6953767200444558743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=6953767200444558743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/6953767200444558743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/6953767200444558743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-upset-i-dint-complete-coach.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-870302665899485773</id><published>2010-07-13T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T20:29:13.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firstly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATION SPAIN, YOU LIFTED THE WORLD CUP TROPHY WITH PUR HARDWORD AND DETERMINATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, i supported Hollands during the finals. and was terrible upset that holland lost.  Well spain scored their winning goal at the 116th minute. winning goal dude. it was nilnilnilnil. Okay its undeniable fact that spain has won but that doesnt give any rights for spain fans to look down or thrown harsh words on the dutch players/supporters. Look who is talking about sportsmanship. Holland fight their way up to finals. CONGRATULATION HOLLAND!, YOU DID GREAT!! They did put up a good fight, ( i saw the match alright, sacrifiying my beauty sleep)  salute them. Alright spain fans you got every right to hold your head high for the next 4 years. :) but no rights to knock down on dutch players. you should place yourself in their shoes and feel them before you throw any harsh words about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-870302665899485773?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/870302665899485773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=870302665899485773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/870302665899485773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/870302665899485773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/07/firstly-congratulation-spain-you-lifted.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-7251424321806227111</id><published>2010-07-11T15:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T16:31:46.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i am perfectly fine now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;there is nothing wrong with the composition of my blood, its clean now:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;no infections, nothing. yeap. i suffered a hell load of vomitting, a damn bad appetite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay now i am perfectly fine, cant wait to hit back to traininf tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I came online to complete my cGMP tutorial, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so i typed &lt;a href="http://www.yahoo.com/"&gt;http://www.yahoo.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then i saw the link on world cup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that was at 3.30( when i switched on the computer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and now its 4.30 i am still at the link and i still havent do tutorial. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay gtg now. good by dudes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I AM PERFECTLY FINE, MY DIET IS BACK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;AND I AM HAPPY!! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 511px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 358px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492562861530454914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/TDmA0lwGm4I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vXFOv5TQyMA/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;LOOK AT MY TABS. lolll!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-7251424321806227111?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/7251424321806227111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=7251424321806227111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/7251424321806227111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/7251424321806227111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-perfectly-fine-now-there-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/TDmA0lwGm4I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vXFOv5TQyMA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-1903561035084457873</id><published>2010-06-27T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T20:01:40.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>firstly thanks coach !! for helping me to repair my watch strap :)&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, i slept from 2 to 6 jus now, but i am still yawning like i dint sleep for 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;so now i am gonna take a shower, pack my things for tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well maybe i should pack my things first. or maybe i should dinner first,&lt;br /&gt;alright alright.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner, Pack my training gear and books( school starts tomorrow fMYi ) and shower and then prepare for GERMANY ENGLAND GAME. i am jus kidding. hold your curses and swears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; at this rate i am gonna sleep 5 minutes before the match and there is school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should probably learn to love her. LOL. I dun think i can if she keeps flirting around with the guys only. hahah.  since i will be seeing her 3 times a week. part of my team. awww thats sad nazreen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i better get going i am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love yall&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-1903561035084457873?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/1903561035084457873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=1903561035084457873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/1903561035084457873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/1903561035084457873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/06/firstly-thanks-coach-for-helping-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-8298794940556722717</id><published>2010-06-24T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T16:24:12.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>inalhillahi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its seriously not easy to grab the news about someone passing away.&lt;br /&gt;hajima, we will all pray for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-8298794940556722717?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/8298794940556722717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=8298794940556722717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/8298794940556722717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/8298794940556722717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/06/inalhillahi.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-786911797708382633</id><published>2010-06-20T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T11:33:21.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 things i can never complain about:&lt;br /&gt;my gorgeous daddy and mum and my beautiful family(the 32 of us) and my awesome bestfriend&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister's engagement was HAPPENING AND HAVOC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-786911797708382633?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/786911797708382633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=786911797708382633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/786911797708382633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/786911797708382633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/06/2-things-i-can-never-complain-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-5926412164975135018</id><published>2010-06-10T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T10:33:31.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FIRST DAY SUCKS TO THE CORE :(:(:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;i died in school library yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;SO PAINFUL!!! I  WAS LIKE DYING. Couldnt even stand up.&lt;br /&gt;HELL YEA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE BEST TO ME AOCHEM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-5926412164975135018?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/5926412164975135018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=5926412164975135018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/5926412164975135018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/5926412164975135018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-day-sucks-to-core-i-died-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-26632598856284209</id><published>2010-05-29T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T22:43:45.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seriously damn irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i am not rich. i am not pretty i am not smart i am not talented&lt;br /&gt;i have tried explaining,  you have to rethink about this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-26632598856284209?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/26632598856284209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=26632598856284209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/26632598856284209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/26632598856284209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/05/seriously-damn-irritated.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-3193092746694752031</id><published>2010-05-29T15:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T15:32:03.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The more i knew about it,&lt;br /&gt;the more i started hating fairytales&lt;br /&gt;the more i stopped believing in them&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;but it really takes a hell lot to get me into depression!!&lt;br /&gt;its okay, its not important, i still got jay sean and surya and cristianoronaldo and taylor and lee min ho!m omgod its an asian. i cant believe. hahah. jkjk!! hawtstuffs are meant to be admired!! lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i am Home alone&lt;br /&gt;They painted the hall. its so bright and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for the household to be back to be normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing my portfolio!!&lt;br /&gt;good luck to me,&lt;br /&gt;i still need to send vanessa the graphs!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess its takes alot to be a sanguine,&lt;br /&gt;well characteristics are genetics, aint they?&lt;br /&gt;My dad is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;no matter whatever, he takes on any hardship and still portray a strong appearance.&lt;br /&gt;doesnt that sound like me, mafan?&lt;br /&gt;Only mafan knows me the best, the hardship and problems i go through each and everyday&lt;br /&gt;love yall babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-3193092746694752031?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/3193092746694752031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=3193092746694752031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/3193092746694752031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/3193092746694752031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/05/more-i-knew-about-it-more-i-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-2663781144886064252</id><published>2010-05-20T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T21:10:30.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firstly,&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday Aqilah and fiona!!&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys had a blastful birthday. love you all to the max.&lt;br /&gt;We all took turns to give our gift to aqilah, even my mum bought something for aqilah. haha&lt;3 loves.&lt;br /&gt;Eugene already gave fiona the fcuk watch. so pretty !!&lt;br /&gt;I presented my scrapebook. hopefully she liked it!! hey bestfriend i loveyou!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A test to study for the next day&lt;br /&gt;and on Wednesday:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today aqilah ask me " are you happy being a sanguine?"&lt;br /&gt;this question really set me thinking. Sometimes i really hate my mouth for a fact it speaks without thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really got no time to elaborate on this shit characteristic i have, i just thought i need a change:) for the better. for someone, whom my mum will never scold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister's engagement, MST, FYP.&lt;br /&gt;life is seriously not funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-2663781144886064252?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/2663781144886064252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=2663781144886064252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/2663781144886064252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/2663781144886064252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/05/firstly-happy-birthday-aqilah-and-fiona.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-8787710526680036163</id><published>2010-04-26T14:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T14:34:41.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Even though i know its my fault,&lt;br /&gt;BUT ARGHH. its so unfair. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;damn lah... LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;NVM! i believe in karma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-8787710526680036163?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/8787710526680036163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=8787710526680036163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/8787710526680036163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/8787710526680036163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/04/even-though-i-know-its-my-fault-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-7943340093860308678</id><published>2010-04-22T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T23:08:07.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am not gonna sigh anymore&lt;br /&gt;i believe.&lt;br /&gt;I am cultivating this habit.&lt;br /&gt;:):)&lt;br /&gt;I place my trust in Allah,&lt;br /&gt;whatever happens, happens for a reason &lt;3&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ameen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No matter what i promise not to show any displeasure from now on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whatever sorrow i have, i promise to stay strong and keep it within myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have yet to tell anyone what happened yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-7943340093860308678?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/7943340093860308678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=7943340093860308678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/7943340093860308678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/7943340093860308678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-not-gonna-sigh-anymore-i-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-5572484874719285648</id><published>2010-04-21T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T23:03:06.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant blame anyone but myself.&lt;br /&gt;its my own fault.&lt;br /&gt;i will jus go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always consult my parents  for whatever decision i need to make.&lt;br /&gt;I told my mum about coach and training.&lt;br /&gt;of cous she said " dun go training everyday , its not good"&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, i kind of expected my mum's answer.&lt;br /&gt;She ask me to talk to my coach.&lt;br /&gt;I think i dun wanna do this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;no matter what, i wanna be a apart of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-5572484874719285648?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/5572484874719285648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=5572484874719285648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/5572484874719285648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/5572484874719285648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-cant-blame-anyone-but-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-2137711294175764985</id><published>2010-04-18T02:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T02:32:49.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I jus deleted facebook and twitter&lt;br /&gt;i dun find a need to state the reason why&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-2137711294175764985?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/2137711294175764985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=2137711294175764985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/2137711294175764985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/2137711294175764985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-jus-deleted-facebook-and-twitter-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-6000920265100860128</id><published>2010-04-18T01:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T01:37:04.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;The feeling of wanting to achieve something is good. Set a goal and go for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-6000920265100860128?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/6000920265100860128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=6000920265100860128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/6000920265100860128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/6000920265100860128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/04/feeling-of-wanting-to-achieve-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-7479718932541505768</id><published>2010-04-18T00:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T01:27:42.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i dun wish to blog about something i that i was pretty upset about,&lt;br /&gt;something that made me cry real bad earlier in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a type of person who&lt;br /&gt;never liked make-up, blusher, mascara eyeshadow. you name it.&lt;br /&gt;never likes dressing up&lt;br /&gt;never left house without a pair of jeans and teeshirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why god made one of the prettiest soul around to be my bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;no arguments in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i learnt is First Impression is the crucial in everybody's life.&lt;br /&gt;Throw away the comment that says" dun judge me, if you dunnoe me" for once it contradicts here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I never really cared about pimples overcrowding in my face because in Year 1, i never had to encounter pimples, excluding those who appear monthly and disappear as soon as they appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once i started training in the damn bloody hot sun, like everyday in year 2. pimple breakout! Omgod. i became more conscious of looks since then. BUT. i dint over do it lahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET ME TELL YOU THE CONCLUSION LATER ALRIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in chemical process technology. i have alot of path to choose once i graduate from poly with a dip. chemist, forensic scientist, drug dealing, perfume and cosmetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until now, i have no complete idea what i wanna be once i graduate, with a dip at least. but i know i like chemistry. However, i dun want to work inside 4 walls. i never could. My previous work experience all involved sales, customer friendly characteristic, for a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today WE FINALLY MET and we went to changi airport, dine in popeyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around changi aiport.&lt;br /&gt;Aqilah was saying she wanna be air stewardess,&lt;br /&gt;she has requirements, so why not.&lt;br /&gt;they said that air stewardess must be pretty and tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home, i check out the academic requirements.&lt;br /&gt;I passed the academic requirements.&lt;br /&gt;i read on further and realise its not that easy.&lt;br /&gt;you have to try on the kebaya and they will pass only if you look like a "Singapore girl" in it.&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess looks does play a big part.&lt;br /&gt;For the second time in my whole i feel like this is something i would like to do, and have to work really hard for. ( Dun ask about my first, its going down the drain now :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly i dun have looks. i have pimple outbreak. oh alhamdulilah, i already had my teeth done.&lt;br /&gt;wanna see the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461146945448562466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/S8nkNmWrzyI/AAAAAAAAAkY/E61lu261kIQ/s400/dkfnndk.bmp.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;I CANT BELIEVE I LOOK SO FUGLY LAST TIME. btw fugly stands for fucking ugly, oh please dun get use to my crude language i am trying my best not to use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;No WONDER. No boy friend for 19 years :( teeth check, eyes check. No i am working on the pimples and fats area. and of cous my english. i cant do anything about my dark-coloured skin, its heredity i aint Micheal Jackson's decipher anyway. peace. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I likes travelling, i just aint reach enough to get on plane once a year. The only time i took a plane was to Australia. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I really hope to change myself. put my studies on a good use. and lessen my dad's burden in the future. I guess i have to stop being a spoilt brat which i have always been and started working on my own feet. yes be independent. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Whenever i wake up in the morning, i see My breakfast varying everyday, my filled-to-the-brim waterbottle, my lunch money, some snacks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I cannot count myself to be more fortunate then this. I need to change. One more sad push that made me to this mindset was.. i really cant bring my mind to blog about this. its so embarrassing sad hurt. Everybody knows i love running. But i jus couldnt handle my ITP and training. i guess i wasnt so strong mentally during that period of time. and now this. What the hell can i improve with jus 2 days of training. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i jus told myself not to stand around weeping. i am gonna prove to everyone, i aint a fucking weeper and i am not going to give up. this is the first thing i initially wanted to work hard for. I believe one day this would come true. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I jus need to believe in myself more than i need people to believe in me. i really lack of selfesteem and confidence. i never had any of those. i was a pure coward. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;today i laughed as much as i cried. Thanks to them!! But aziya and her boyfriend couldnt make it! only if they it. it would been more than perfect. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO UPLOAD THE PHOTO THAT WE ALL SMILED GENUINELY. OH WELL I NEVER HAD LUCK IN ANYTHING. forget it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461153812490170642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/S8nqdUE_MRI/AAAAAAAAAko/1F2e7WFF3kQ/s400/~ylla1669.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE ALOOK AT OUR NS MEN! aziya's boyfriend is missing; he is in NS too. hahahahahah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461153822978037762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/S8nqd7JfWAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/b4Go0mvRxCk/s400/~ylla1676.jpg" /&gt;i really love them to bits!!!!! xoxo babies!! oh kaviin couldnt make it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1) aqilah has been modelling for shoppaholicboutique.blogspot.com and also studiofrostfor suria artist Nurulaini. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2) shahril is an artist in suria channel inshyallah releasing his first album in december later this year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Onething i dun rememeber: being so openminded about myself before in any of my blogpost. this is my first time. tell me if your comments are goona be constructive and not destructive. If i tried to change for everybody else, i would have 1000 multiple personality and dun think i woud be able to bear it. i would die. but i dun want to die early i wanna repay my family for what they have done. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;YA ALLAH, PLEASE HELP ME. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;PEACE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-7479718932541505768?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/7479718932541505768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=7479718932541505768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/7479718932541505768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/7479718932541505768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dun-wish-to-blog-about-something-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/S8nkNmWrzyI/AAAAAAAAAkY/E61lu261kIQ/s72-c/dkfnndk.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-3423889722836762015</id><published>2010-04-17T10:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T10:37:56.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AINT THEY ABIT WIERD?&lt;br /&gt;When i thought about this in my adolescence age. They seems to be very weird.&lt;br /&gt;well, mine are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I am nineteen.&lt;br /&gt;At eighteen, my friends were allowed to go OVERSEAS without parental guidance physically.&lt;br /&gt;At nineteen, i cant even move a toe, without my dad's permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous times, when there were track and field BBQ, i had LIE to my parents that its a chalet to overnight with them. Do you see any difference between "BBQ, but after that we overnight" and " its a chalet" i guess you don't&lt;br /&gt;My parents do. So i never tried the " BBQ, but after that we overnight" truth till last week,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH! i should have guessed. " Cannot overnight, jus BBQ and come" was the reply i was praying and hoping i wouldnt hear, but i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many BUTs in my life. I thought i would jus give this a miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to go out with my babes and hunks( today is a saturday which means book-out")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;usually&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ask my mum " Go and ask you dad"&lt;br /&gt;So this time i decided to skip this step, i ask my dad rightaway " Go and ask you mum" zzzzzz!!!&lt;br /&gt;I jus followed his order, "mama, can i go out?" " go ask your dad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, for the first time i made a decision.&lt;br /&gt;i jus text aqilah " green light darling"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i should change the title to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My Parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-3423889722836762015?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/3423889722836762015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=3423889722836762015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/3423889722836762015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/3423889722836762015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/04/parents.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-6163071350145145618</id><published>2010-04-14T11:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T11:31:13.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NAZREEN FOR GOD SAKE,&lt;br /&gt;STOP EATING OILY FOOD AND FRIED FOODS AND CHOCOLATES!!!&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOUR DAMN FACE.&lt;br /&gt;its precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nahh. i aint a bimbo&lt;br /&gt;jus a girl.&lt;br /&gt;A GIRL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-6163071350145145618?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/6163071350145145618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=6163071350145145618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/6163071350145145618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/6163071350145145618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/04/nazreen-for-god-sake-stop-eating-oily.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-8689660334128073993</id><published>2010-04-14T00:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:23:52.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Firstly Alhamdulilah( thank god) Aqilah and i got the same gems Etiquette. Victoria has also registered for the same gems. Its kinda embarrassing because even though i have struggled through my poly life all the way to my last year, ( there are only 3 years anyway) I completely have no idea how to register from gems module. I ask Weijian to help instead. thank you Weijian :)&lt;br /&gt;Headlines&lt;br /&gt;BOY-CRAZY NAZREEN DECIDED TO TAME DOWN AFTER MINDBLOWING INCIDENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me introduce my newest Crush.&lt;br /&gt;i know i am behind time. but i just got to watch boys over flowers. and yes the leader of the F4 gang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/S8SWsJimNrI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/1glppEKvAyY/s1600/lee+min+ho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/S8SWsJimNrI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/1glppEKvAyY/s400/lee+min+ho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459654333499324082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;heehee:):):)&lt;br /&gt;He got this charming look. which makes you go oo-oo-aa-aa&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Seriously....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Nazreen....&lt;br /&gt;come back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dint go  training for about 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;i jus got my own reasons lahhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way i signed a peaceful contract with ....... my mum..&lt;br /&gt;The contract stated&lt;br /&gt;be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;concentrate on studies. you are a not a genius.&lt;br /&gt;running.. up to you to decide.&lt;br /&gt;boyfriends.. not now.. " but mum, i fall in love with a korean guy now, how ??" * shows sad face*&lt;br /&gt;spend more time with siblings.(grrrr)&lt;br /&gt;Come back home early.&lt;br /&gt;Dun be spendthrift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wish, i dint sign this treaty.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. its not a written treaty luhhh. its jus a promise.&lt;br /&gt;i need to keep.&lt;br /&gt;she wants me to make before the damn school reopen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;TOO MANY THINGS HAPPENED.&lt;br /&gt;I cried like.... everyday?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!! but in the promise i added to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Nazreen, no matter what happens, stand tall and smile:):) because when god closes one door, he opens another:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldnt be late for classes&lt;br /&gt;i shouldnt skip classes&lt;br /&gt;i should do all the pieces of tutorial&lt;br /&gt;i should readup/ revise.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldnt be lazy&lt;br /&gt;I should read more storybooks.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldnt waste time( i wanna watch alot of korean dramas :(  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jus realise, all my promises are the same everytime. zzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITP&lt;br /&gt;By the way. Finally we get the chance to enter the laboratory and do reactions. the end....NOT.&lt;br /&gt;we need to do report and a presentation. Alright. i have to doit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for a good grade for ITP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM PEACEFUL NOW. VERY. TO THE MAX.&lt;br /&gt;i am going back training tomorrow because, i miss the red track, but i miss my trackers much more!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-8689660334128073993?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/8689660334128073993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=8689660334128073993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/8689660334128073993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/8689660334128073993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/04/firstly-alhamdulilah-thank-god-aqilah.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/S8SWsJimNrI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/1glppEKvAyY/s72-c/lee+min+ho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-2753025389752323176</id><published>2010-04-13T09:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T09:45:11.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i should have more confidence in myself in whatever i do.&lt;br /&gt;this time i promise. i would not let my damn fear stand in the way of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;fairytales do not come true, dreams do (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant go back training with things so unsettled.&lt;br /&gt;:) everything is getting better and i seriously&lt;br /&gt;miss the red track and my dear trackers&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-2753025389752323176?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/2753025389752323176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=2753025389752323176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/2753025389752323176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/2753025389752323176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-7752313557123098276?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/7752313557123098276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=7752313557123098276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/7752313557123098276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/7752313557123098276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-have-strong-feeling-i-wun-do-well-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-4732490313840691684</id><published>2010-03-24T07:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T07:56:28.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have this strong feeling&lt;br /&gt;i wun do well&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;this feeling is numb.&lt;br /&gt;i wun be surprised if i dun do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allah, please give me the strength.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-4732490313840691684?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/4732490313840691684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Reality doesn't  always to chew well, but umma trying to acquire the taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;a cup of hot milo and a story book, sea swept by Nora Roberts, was how i spent my Saturday evening. Its my ideal Saturday evenings:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since when did i loved staying at home on SATURDAY EVENINGS?&lt;br /&gt;Ever since my ITP started:( Let me get myself clear, I don't loathe ITP, what i do there, the purpose of it . The only painful experience in the word ITP is waking up as soon as the chicken starts to caw.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I would really try my best not to display my skill of exaggeration alright&lt;/span&gt; (: My work OFFICIALLY starts at 9am. I would have to wake up at 7.30am( chicken caws way earlier than that). However, My Boss has an inevitable habit to arrive as late at 10 plus, His habit is an advantage to us. This week i have been waking up at 8.30 itself( the time i should leave my house to reach School at 9) , and reaching school at 9.30. Luck was always on my side for the past week because he was on course:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-6892370739358676235?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/6892370739358676235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=6892370739358676235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/6892370739358676235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/6892370739358676235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/03/reality-doesnt-always-to-chew-well-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-4025623983616350685</id><published>2010-03-07T12:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T13:51:24.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(153,153,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"Being single used to mean that nobody wanted you. Now it means you're pretty sexy and you're taking your time deciding how you want your life to be and who you want to spend it with."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(153,153,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(153,153,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;- Sex and the City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey umma pretty and sexy. :) alright peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;I am at T11A4- Researches lab. Oh. This is where i am gonna spent the rest of my long-waited holidays. So much for disliking going back school if i dont have to. And now 6 weeks in school, 9 to 5. eeeeerrrrr. Did i add that this was consciously choosen by me ... HEEHEE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;I am seriously not complaining that i have to return to school But just that fact that its ITP. i would have complained further if it was somewhere else. lol. And i knew that the pay was $8 per hour. * Dun give me that face* Seriously, i was okay about that fact that i am underrated at least i get to experience real lab work and something that is totally related to my course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET ME GO ALL THE WAY BACK! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;EXAMS OVER!!!! YEA!!!! ( am jus alittle late)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;On friday, After out last paper Aqilah Fiona Aziya and i went to QIJI at marina square to eat Lunch. talk about some bad memories? LOL! and of course those beautiful days like 19th july 09 and started laughing all over again. :) I LOVE YALL LADIES&lt;3&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;Remember I said i will enjoy my holidays TTM?? ITP LUHH!! but i absolutely had a fantabulous weekend. On saturday i trained down to PASIR RIS from chinese garden to meet Victoria and Amanda to complete Bengkiongs card. Guess what was the hardest( nothing was difficult because it was for our cute bengkiong but.. ) We cut the photos, edited the captions, and paste into those beautiful papers from made with love. The sweating job was to combine all the cards together by hole punching them and tying them with strings. IT WAS LIKE FEAR FACTOR? lols. After clearing up the space, we realise. there is still one photo left. we did something to it. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;At 8 we made our way to pastamania and dine in there. After Awhile HazwarieAlfred and Jia yuan went to "toilet" aka as somecakeshop to get a cake from bengkiong. They came back, we sang birthday songs. After the cake, Alfred gave bengkiong new spike shoes from new balance. "Bengkiong dun cry okay." Beng kiong very cute!! hahahhahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;Then Alfred told bengkiong " the girls also got something for you. they spent hours doing it." Amanda took the photograph and gave it to bengkiong " Happy birthday bengkiong, yah we took 4 hours doing it. We were thinking what to write. what font to use, what size, what colour."bengkiong just said thank you and smile!! hahahah so cute can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;But you know what was written behind the photograph? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;JUST THAT in black ink and amanda's handwriting. yes we took 4 hours doing that. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;Victoria presented the real card, we took 4 hours to do, to him. OMGOD i love that card. Its damn nice like seriously. hahaha. Anything for Our cute bengkiong man! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;After that they wanted to bowl, i needed to go off because it was 9.30. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;We took a group photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446500435576218482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/S5XbShOH43I/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vaklMe2gic/s400/NAZREEN.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I always knew looking back on the tears would make me laugh, but I never knew looking back on the laughs would make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YALL TRACKERS&lt;3&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Anniversary babies!! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then at lakeside Met kaviin, while aqilah and shah went off. we walk to chinese garden. tell him some stuffs about track. hais. Nevermind!! lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Sunday, Went shopping at vivo and town with My bestfriend&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bought a wallet and a pair of jeans. She was suppose to go dinner with my family But she couldnt make it :( I reach tanah merah at 9 plus. my dad pick me up and we ate dinner at simping bedok. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday i went FC3 for lunch. i saw alfred hazwarie and weijian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" What are you guys doing?" " we came for ITP" " Seriously lah!! lols" " we came to study" " forget it! " shakes head and walks off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while buyingOld changkee, hazwarie said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" The bigger the halal sign, the more the halal" LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!! HAZWARIE ARH HAZWARIE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dAMN better get back to work. i took 2 hours blogging!! hahahah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Family, Shuttlers, Faanset, Trackers&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-4025623983616350685?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/4025623983616350685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=4025623983616350685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/4025623983616350685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/4025623983616350685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/03/being-single-used-to-mean-that-nobody.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/S5XbShOH43I/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vaklMe2gic/s72-c/NAZREEN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-9221847415843189806</id><published>2010-03-03T03:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T04:19:20.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nazreen wouldn't not give up so easily!&lt;br /&gt; The techniques for strengthening metals&lt;br /&gt;1) grain size reduction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the grainsize reduces, the boundary area increases. Motion of dislocation is slow around adjacent grain atoms. there fore the Boundary area increases, speed of motion decreases&lt;br /&gt;Atomic disorder around boundary stops.  finer grained of materials of the same kind are stronger and harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Solid solution alloying&lt;br /&gt;Increase concentration of impurities in metals, increase tensile strength, yield strength and hardness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) strain hardening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to precold worked state&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) recovery&lt;br /&gt;internal strain energy relieved&lt;br /&gt;enhanced atomic diffusion at elavated temperature result in decrease in dislocation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) recrystallisation&lt;br /&gt;rectangular shaped grains become free and equiaxed grain with low dislocation density&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)grain growth&lt;br /&gt;migration of grain boundaries at elevated temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHOULD JUS DROP DEAD AND DIE! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-9221847415843189806?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/9221847415843189806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=9221847415843189806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/9221847415843189806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/9221847415843189806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/03/nazreen-wouldnt-not-give-up-so-easily.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-8811107068414093800</id><published>2010-02-26T20:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T20:44:34.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DAMN-ATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am worried for environmental studies. i know my ICA was jus a week ago, and i know i dint even study for it because too many things to memorise. AND now i have feeling i will forward module :( kinda worried. i dun want to forward Why does Dr lim has to make my life so hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIA was alright.&lt;br /&gt;PI was difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 down 3 more to go .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i rant on this space, i am thinking of ways for speedy recovery.&lt;br /&gt;flu. fever. headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT NOW! DAMN ITS OSRM ON MONDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to kaviin on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hey kaviin, i need to go now, i need to call aqilah for something&lt;br /&gt;Kaviin: no cannot cannot cannot cannot cannot. if you hang up i wun talk to you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ass, jus put down the phone. i will text you after my paper.&lt;br /&gt;Kaviin: you better dun hang up. noo cannot cannot!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bye kaviin&lt;br /&gt;Kaviin: Okay bye message me later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was actually laughing at this ass!!&lt;br /&gt;He is damn lame. loll!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAHILAHTIMKAVNAZ &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now i saw Alfred Hazwarie and Weijian.&lt;br /&gt;i called out to them and they ...&lt;br /&gt;took out their shoes and like wanted to throw at me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i texted Alfred&lt;br /&gt;"you hate me so much until want to throw shoes at me?"&lt;br /&gt;Alfred: its just a way of saying hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night i was telling Victoria about Futch, Fitch and Sitch.&lt;br /&gt;then victoria's tweet was&lt;br /&gt;FUTCH , FITCH AND SITCH . omg ,  nazreen , thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to nazreen,  i'm feeling high now. i was so restless because of maths then cannot  sleep. now i'm just really high. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah! actually&lt;br /&gt;this bloody damn joke belongs to htaik han.&lt;br /&gt;i am not sure if i am permitted to blog it out.&lt;br /&gt;let me ask first alright. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDIES TRACK&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY.SHUTTLERS.FAANSET.TRACKERS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-8811107068414093800?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/8811107068414093800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=8811107068414093800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/8811107068414093800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/8811107068414093800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/02/damn-ation.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-4166347215623051278</id><published>2010-02-25T00:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T01:33:36.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPINESS  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Smile, people, Smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i think this is good. but the author probably too humble to want credits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile costs nothing but gives much. It enriches those who receive  without making poorer those who give. It takes but a moment, but the  memory of it sometimes lasts forever. None is so rich or mighty that he  cannot get along without it and none is so poor that he cannot be made  rich by it. Yet a smile cannot be bought, begged, borrowed, or stolen,  for it is something that is of no value to anyone until it is given  away. Some people are too tired to give you a smile. Give them one of  yours, as none needs a smile so much as he who has no more to give.&lt;br /&gt;--  Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall start ranting now because my snooze-ed break gonna end in 10 minutes time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly,&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulilah, i thank god for giving me the strength to study Basic instrumental Analysis and i am hoping for the best. i hope god stands by me all the time. because i need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly,&lt;br /&gt;I am back on track, however. COACH keep reprimanding me for not using the correct technique. alright coach give me time. i will practice that technique, push up.ankling technique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will master it, coach. i will.&lt;br /&gt;hope, my shin doesnt hurts anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly&lt;br /&gt;What was never in my list, is now happening.&lt;br /&gt;i have never ditched or quarrel with FRIENDS before.&lt;br /&gt;neither backstab nor, any negative impact.&lt;br /&gt;then why is this happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus one reason.&lt;br /&gt;BOYFRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jus hope there is a answer to the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least.&lt;br /&gt;I AM EXTRAORDINARILY HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;:):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-4166347215623051278?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/4166347215623051278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=4166347215623051278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/4166347215623051278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/4166347215623051278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/02/happiness-smile-people-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-1183117064186392281</id><published>2010-02-21T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T00:44:20.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;19TH FEBRUARY 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;DINNER WITH SHAHRIL, AQILAH, TIMOTHY AND KAVIIN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;WAS PURE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;AWESOMENESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you bestfriend and thank you abang for that dinner treat. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;i remembered i laughed till cramps!&lt;br /&gt;The 3 of them could get along so well:)&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS DAMN GOOD NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;one of the best nights.&lt;br /&gt;i know it why.&lt;br /&gt;do you?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best everybody.&lt;br /&gt;i've got 5 papers. i need more luck than  you guys&lt;br /&gt;heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRAINING!! HERE I COME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-1183117064186392281?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/1183117064186392281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=1183117064186392281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/1183117064186392281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/1183117064186392281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/02/19th-february-2010-dinner-with-shahril.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-9102269921271306262</id><published>2010-02-18T08:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T09:08:41.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Fight The Little Voice Inside You That Says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;QUIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting everything aside.&lt;br /&gt;After my 19th birthday celebrations, things have been flowing very smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;alhamdulilah( i thank god)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I RETURNED TO TRACK LAST FRIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THAT FEELING&lt;br /&gt;I sweat it out. My leg dint hurt anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously hope it stays this way.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Allah!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahaahahahahaahahahahaahahahaahah&lt;br /&gt;sense it dudes, my happiness:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday 17th february,&lt;br /&gt;Jogged to NUS, i did a 20 minutes long run under the 5pm scorching sun. and i was panting after that. In conclusion,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MY FITNESS DROP:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite in a good mood today&lt;br /&gt;decided to change blogskin. to something that is totally random:)&lt;br /&gt;candles and lights.&lt;br /&gt;i like:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is thursday, Exams start Next tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;All the best everyBody. Give all out and&lt;br /&gt;You will reap what you sow:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY MAFAN TRACKERS&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;What i always mean&lt;br /&gt;PEACE. &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/21659033-9102269921271306262?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/9102269921271306262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=9102269921271306262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/9102269921271306262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/9102269921271306262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/02/fight-little-voice-inside-you-that-says.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-2739174642815121015</id><published>2010-02-07T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T20:57:47.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chances only meant for those,&lt;br /&gt;who knows how to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On drugs.&lt;br /&gt;I am growing older, but growing up? i doubt so, at least my my mum dun think so.&lt;br /&gt;I thank my mafan clique for this wonderful surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as MAFAN knew, i had the worst pre-birthday season anyone could have. Everyone would be so excited and anticipating even moment for their day to arrive. Oh, i was dreading as the each day pass, nearer to my 19th, leaving my wonderful 18 behind. Besides that, i had exams stress. and worst of all. i cant train because of shin injury. kinda upset? pretty upset? nah. it was one of the worst feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mY happy-go-lucky-ness eneded way way back in July, when i lost one of the most important thing in a ladies handbag. wallet. during one of the best outings. then, i found myself. infactuation. oh. thats okay because i was way better without. then I improved quite abit in training, ran polite road race. ( perfect moments in track) 2.4, finally SUB 12. love coach robin ttm. There, november, i started losing my track stufs, and alot of things..&lt;br /&gt;december wasnt alright as well. it was worst. i injured my shin and couldnt run. choose for polite 1500, 3000 but i couldnt run. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Younger sister Naseeha got her first menses on first january.&lt;br /&gt;her birthday on 4th, i, aqilah and my sister shared to get her nike bag and adidas water bottle. SPOILT BRAT!&lt;br /&gt;then my mummy's birthday,&lt;br /&gt;my younger bro;s birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad left on 25th january to india. for 2 weeks. as usual i cried. i was in school.&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself i wun be that type of kids. My dad trust us thats why he left us alone in singapore:)  i wun betray that trust:)  WELL I DINT except a few times i went down at 11pm plus plus to meet my friend:) heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did i mention i fall sick, and had to see the doctor because i vomitted whatever i ate.&lt;br /&gt;and for my legs too,. kinda sad. then i emoed like hell. complained to aqilah and victoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January was basically reports, reports, reports, study, study, study. no training. no training&lt;br /&gt;BUT THERE WAS POLITE and hell loads of fun. (totally ignoring the fact that i cant run:( )&lt;br /&gt;then my birthday:).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This birthday was wonderful:)&lt;br /&gt;At 12am , I CALLED AQILAH&lt;br /&gt;ring.. ring..&lt;br /&gt;ME: Aq...&lt;br /&gt;Aqilah: Happy birthday to you!!"&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;then we talked. haha., this was the plan. she wasnt suppose to text me, so i am suppose to call her and ask her to wish me!! hahahaha!! and then my mum and sis were sleeping!!&lt;br /&gt;so i woke up my mum&lt;br /&gt;" ma, its 12 already, my birthday"&lt;br /&gt;then she wished me. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister?&lt;br /&gt;" akka!! wake up, its my birthday wish me"&lt;br /&gt;akka: thank you&lt;br /&gt;she went back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After studying for PI( couldnt concentrate)&lt;br /&gt;slept at 2. then morning kaviin called me at 7.30 when  i am suppose to wake up at 8.30!! hahah . talked to him awhile. then go to school.&lt;br /&gt;OSRM was total crap. i had no idea what was dr soh talking about.&lt;br /&gt;nvm. then corrosion science.&lt;br /&gt;mEt pei yi and sathish!! so happy!! but never wanted to see sathish like that:( get well soon buddy!!&lt;br /&gt;then PI test. something cool happened!! MAFAN rock!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then miyane told me " i need to go off for wakeboarding meeting"&lt;br /&gt;i was like" you going off already?? oh okay, "&lt;br /&gt;then miyane passed Fiona a key to help her shoes because she was running late for the meeting. ( the key number i tell you later)&lt;br /&gt;then fiona and aqilah wanted to go toilet. so fiona ask me to open. so i jus took the key to locker no 2 and opened it to find something hard (shoes-like) inside. instead i felt something soft. then i saw the cards.&lt;br /&gt;At first i thought did i ruin the surprise, and i suppose to see it now? yes these were the thoughts running through myhead wHen i first took out the stuffs. then TIM CAME with muffins and candle!!&lt;br /&gt;I CRIED DUDES!!&lt;br /&gt;because someone told me " tim text me when to meet, and i replied most probably after exams"  someone is aqilah. lol then i made a wish and blew off the candle.  i read the cards( so beautiful and priceless!!. then i saw names, Aqilah, shahril, Aziya, fiona, eugene, miyane, tim and. . .  kaviin and azfar!! LOVE YALL&lt;3&lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i wanted to meet my dear trackers on my day. because they really mean alot to me as well!! so we went to moberly to wait!  i texted hazwarie, victoria and alfred but none of them replied me:( i felt pretty upset. then alfred told me he was busy with assignments and will end late. &lt;br /&gt;so i told aqilah" lets go home first since they are very busy." &lt;br /&gt;hahaha. then they came!! hahah Alfred victoria hazwarie mingxuan er yu wei jian LOVE YOU ALL AND THANK YOU SO MUCH!!&lt;br /&gt;i especially thank victoria. because she wasnt feeling well and she cant walk!! i feel so touched when she came down &lt;3 love you adek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AQILAH TIME MIYANE came over for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;well i invited kaviin over too but i went i called him, he said he cant make it because his aunt his cooking and all sort of things. &lt;br /&gt;then he came!! hahahha!! he cotacted aqilah!! Nowyou know why i love aqilah? &lt;br /&gt;because no one knows me like her&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;BUT SOMETHING HAPPENED. OH WELL!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well. i LOVE  HAVE MY FAMILY, MAFAN MY ABANG, EUGENE( who got enlisted on my birthday) TIM KAVIN AND TRACKERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though my dad wasnt physically there on my birthday,&lt;br /&gt;he called to wish me and texted me&lt;br /&gt;i love you dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks passed, he is now praying in the living room, safe and sound:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday 5th february&lt;br /&gt;After school Went to sakura with TIM SHAH AQILAH AND KAVIN! hahahah was so fun!! omgod! i was happy all of them could get along with each other! then we went macdonalds for ice cream!! hahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went back home. put my stuffs, receive a sms, went down again! hahah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK TO OSRM!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-2739174642815121015?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/2739174642815121015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=2739174642815121015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/2739174642815121015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/2739174642815121015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/02/chances-only-meant-for-those-who-knows_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-3314253702928434284</id><published>2010-02-01T10:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T10:22:27.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAZWARIE IS RUNNING GOD!!&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS SP TRACKERS:) YOU GUYS DID THE MOST AWESOMEST JOB.&lt;br /&gt;i was there doing all the shitty jobs:(. nah!!&lt;br /&gt;if i wasnt there, you guys couldnt have witness the most epic race of the event. 4times 400m &lt;3!!! hahah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE SP TRACKERS TTM &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt; I AM SORRY FOR NEGLECTING THE FACT THAT I HAVE HURT YOU SO MUCH. KEEP USING YOU, I PROMISE TO TAKE CARE OF YOU!! GET WELLSOON MY DEAR LEGS:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-3314253702928434284?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/3314253702928434284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=3314253702928434284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/3314253702928434284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/3314253702928434284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2010/02/hazwarie-is-running-god-congratulations.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-474710859354904830</id><published>2009-12-25T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T01:24:32.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;PRODUCTIVE&lt;br /&gt;BLOGGING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been thinking, about LIFE, for the past 2 weeks. and realise,&lt;br /&gt;there aint no answers and conclusions to my thoughts. Because&lt;br /&gt;its life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts wonder off, from studies, my future, track, friends, family and last but not least, to relationships. 2 mindblowing weeks, was more than enough. I finally understand myself, better:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18-soon-to-be-19 years old, and shouldnt i be fulfilling every minute of my precious teenage life? At this very moment, i promised myself, thats what i finally concluded:) TTM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, i should be complaining about the number of reports i have to do. i have already grumbled and stared at my notebook before collasping on my bed, planning out a timetable.&lt;br /&gt;SAD LIFE? yeap.&lt;br /&gt;but no, no, i aint complaining :) I swear, in 10 years time, i dun wanna look back and say " how i wish, i can back to school and study again" REPORTS, take me on a challenge:).&lt;br /&gt;TRack has trained me mentally, to be disciplined and strict to myself. oh, yeap i love track.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, for side-tracking.&lt;br /&gt;Second Promise i made to myself: STUDIES BEFORE ANYTHING, ANYONE:D&lt;br /&gt;i may sound like a geek, nerd, asshole, abit lame, abit stupid. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYBODY ask me what have i been doing during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;i would answer " i got track training everyday. dun pity me because I'M LOVING IT!!"&lt;br /&gt;but i am very very upset. Because i kind of injured my leg, and i cant run :( stopped training for this whole week. Went training to help coach take time and just watch the rest doing what we love. RUN. And today's training was exceptionally fierce, focusing on STRIDING! and i had to give it a miss :(:( Today was serious different from the rest of the trainings because i saw EVERYBODY, collaspe. and it dint really fightened me because whatever isit, i am up for it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one thing for sure, IT WAS KILLING ALL THE ENERGY CELLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECOND THING FOR SURE.&lt;br /&gt;i am quite happy now:).&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;i still belong to SP TRACK AND FIELD'S LONG D RUNNER'S SAD LIFE GANG! YOU GUYS ROCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-474710859354904830?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/474710859354904830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=474710859354904830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/474710859354904830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/474710859354904830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2009/12/productive-blogging-have-been-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-6725896200160944474</id><published>2009-12-08T01:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T02:07:21.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey Hey, Be Optimistic!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isnt tttthe first time,&lt;br /&gt;I felt like this too many times before.&lt;br /&gt;Hating myself for the lack of discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, No matter how hard i fight on, being persistent,&lt;br /&gt;i still fail&lt;br /&gt;terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realise,&lt;br /&gt;tonight,&lt;br /&gt;My " fail-no-matter-what" curse is ongoing&lt;br /&gt;for everything in my life. :(&lt;br /&gt;It never seems to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been going through alot,&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt matter to you, AT ALL. :(&lt;br /&gt;i guess, i just learn the most Expensive lesson of all&lt;br /&gt;Trust:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Some people are just too noob to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) number 2 defines me,&lt;br /&gt;2 groups of people defines me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-6725896200160944474?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/6725896200160944474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=6725896200160944474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/6725896200160944474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/6725896200160944474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-hey-be-optimistic-this-isnt-tttthe.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-4542388242244958816</id><published>2009-12-05T22:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T23:10:16.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I am sorry to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;you're the wrong man for the job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desperate-ness will take you anywhere&lt;br /&gt;anywhere, evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, this is when&lt;br /&gt;i really need you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. but where are you?&lt;br /&gt;nowhere near nor far.&lt;br /&gt;somewhere, where i dun even know how to&lt;br /&gt;reach out to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my fingers turn cold.&lt;br /&gt;When the weird feeling rises inside.&lt;br /&gt;When you cannot concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely, i&lt;br /&gt;will have&lt;br /&gt;my days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need a strong promise.&lt;br /&gt;its time for the new wait again.&lt;br /&gt;begin a new. Refreshed and relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back quick dear.&lt;br /&gt;:D i am waiting.&lt;br /&gt;its confusing. just a imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever.I.See.Someone.New&lt;br /&gt;I.keep.On.Forgetting.To.Forget.About.You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-4542388242244958816?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/4542388242244958816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=4542388242244958816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/4542388242244958816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/4542388242244958816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-sorry-to-say-youre-wrong-man-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-3225439975332757759</id><published>2009-12-05T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T18:54:57.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;in the sky, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the star searched for moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am giving up on material science:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Process Instrumentation &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;Environmental Studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my parents aint exactly perfect examples "How to grow up your kids"&lt;br /&gt;They pamper my siblings and both me and elder sister way too much.&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short and Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;i love being&lt;br /&gt;spoilt and pampered. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-3225439975332757759?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/3225439975332757759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=3225439975332757759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/3225439975332757759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/3225439975332757759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-sky-star-searched-for-moon.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-26553753086007151</id><published>2009-12-04T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T00:10:43.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;that question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;that dint had a answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thought appeared many times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;give up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;However, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else that said&lt;br /&gt;FIGHT ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Feeling very weird 3 days before MST :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i just text aqilah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;" i am very lucky to have you as my best friend darling"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sometimes i wonder, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;why am i so quiet During curriculum time (8 to 6) but once at track out comes my downwaited spirit. I dunnoe. because school has been pretty tough for DCP students, well for me at least. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you know what guys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;FIGHT ON!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-26553753086007151?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/26553753086007151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=26553753086007151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/26553753086007151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/26553753086007151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2009/12/that-question-that-dint-had-answer.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-544090255181483278</id><published>2009-12-01T02:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T02:22:56.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The Lady Who Went Up Five Times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 2.10am, (ps: not pm) and i am awake.&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty tired after a long dreading practical starting at 8am and ending lectures at 6pm. with only a pathetic hour LUNCH break. Rushed to stadium.Training was very peaceful. We did 6 X 1 .8km. 2.27/400m pacing. &lt;br /&gt;Strengthening.&lt;br /&gt;BLISTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am very worried about Mass Suicide Time.&lt;br /&gt;I have TRUCKloads to memorise&lt;br /&gt;and i really have no idea about Material Science and Process Instrumentation.&lt;br /&gt;I go to school feeling quite pissed about everything, life.&lt;br /&gt;Training is usually fun. School is fun. hOme is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;then why the pissed-off feeling nazreen??&lt;br /&gt;Actually i am just worried about MASS SUICIDE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;guess i dun have to repeat once more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am pledging myself to allah to really help me&lt;br /&gt;help me pull through this worst period of life.&lt;br /&gt;i have gone through 3 cycles.&lt;br /&gt;then why does this sem appears to be the most difficult obstacle for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can bet a million bucks i am not the only one feeling this way, 6 days before Mass Suicide Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best everybody:D&lt;br /&gt;just dun follow my footsteps. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-544090255181483278?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/544090255181483278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=544090255181483278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/544090255181483278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/544090255181483278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2009/12/lady-who-went-up-five-times.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-331935459275356623</id><published>2009-11-22T20:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:34:27.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahrilahrilove says:&lt;br /&gt; but im always here to listen.&lt;br /&gt;Reen says:&lt;br /&gt; no i just need some one to listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOL OR WHAT!!&lt;br /&gt;we are great because our mind always think alike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-331935459275356623?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/331935459275356623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=331935459275356623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/331935459275356623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/331935459275356623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2009/11/ahrilahrilove-says-but-im-always-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-4525676560060852264</id><published>2009-11-18T02:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T03:06:00.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO READERS:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss me? bet you all did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven been updating my saved posts.&lt;br /&gt;Updating on what? Trainings. Since My trainings have increased to 5 times/weeks. its better to keep track of what we do during trainings and reflect on it. trust me. its such a nice feeling to read the past, the happy times.  We do different workout, different distance each new training day( which cant be compensated forgodsake).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have library-loads to update.&lt;br /&gt;My life aint mundane:D&lt;br /&gt;ever since i join SP Track and field&lt;br /&gt;and i am loving every Minute&lt;br /&gt;However....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i did  my 2.4km time trial recently,&lt;br /&gt;11.27. PB. its my first time doing sub 12 minutes. i swear i could have scream if my emotions werent under control. Well. Victoria and I. Paced througout.  The first 5 laps were the same timing, Last lap she boost 11.20. congratulations my dear girl! Oh the other group D-ers. did a wonderful job, did PBs as well&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, 17th november is the first time i train 2.15/400m pacing.&lt;br /&gt;4 times 1.8km. 70seconds rest time.&lt;br /&gt;Shafina and nazreen did it:D.&lt;br /&gt;I had to encourage myself because i got frightened after seeing the workout on coach;s handbook.&lt;br /&gt;i have ALOT OF ROOM FOR IMPROVEMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my life&lt;br /&gt;School till 6, Training, Homesweethome, Revise or complete some tutorials and sleep&lt;br /&gt;Its this cycle for the past 4 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;and seriously i am not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I MISS MAFAN TTM&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I miss going home with AQILAH!&lt;br /&gt;I miss going dinner with her&lt;br /&gt;I miss going out after school with her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss slacking around with her&lt;br /&gt;I miss going jurong point with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track can be a million times fun (especially with Victoria and amanda) , but nothing beats having my babe around.&lt;br /&gt;But i love SP LONG D-ERS&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay back on reality track, Out of my 6 coremodules( oh there are 6 modules anyway) the geek lessons are Material Science and Dr Lim's Environmental studies. I dunnoe how am i going to survive this 2 modules :( scared and very scared.&lt;br /&gt;Even i am mastering PI now. but MS AND ES are frightening me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well, In my entire studying life, i have never gotten trouble with teachers/lecturers before, even if i did, they were all minor matters. so you dun be the first one to shoot me down like this! Yes Dr lim, Will you give students time to learn and stop reprimanding us  for every minor mistake we do, (which we learn from the previous 3 Sems,) who you gonna blame, us? or the previous lecturers. I was having a bad Monday Morning and you choose to add salt to my wound Dr lim.  I dunnoe how am i gonna go for ES lecture.( which i skip today) :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i told Aqilah " We need to see Miss ng and Mr din"&lt;br /&gt;We book Appointment already:D&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, studies is my priority&lt;br /&gt;But i wanna excel in both equally. :D&lt;br /&gt;ALLAH will help me, help us, help all of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November first&lt;br /&gt;till&lt;br /&gt;November sixteen&lt;br /&gt;were like hell :'(. i have never cried so much in my life before. Everytime i recover and stand up strong, i get hit again and fall further than previous. and i am losing all my expensive stuffs that i need everyday. Trust me, it was like living in hell. Everyday i meet aqilah i always Cry and explain to her. I feel bad for putting her down too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of things happened for the past 2 weeks which i dun wanna bring up and letting everything behind and taking a bigger step to push myself infront. (even though the last toe aint moving at all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 17th was a good day :)&lt;br /&gt;Met victoria for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;talk to Aqilah about alot of things&lt;br /&gt;Went to training with one my broadest grin&lt;br /&gt;as usual got disturbed by Hazwarie &amp;amp; Alfred.&lt;br /&gt;and the night ended beautifully with shafina and i completing our very first workout in groupC.&lt;br /&gt;I came home with that urgency and discipline to STudy PI. and guess what i finally understood the japan language( PI).&lt;br /&gt;Sometime is that D word that plays a vital part in our daily activities. discipline.&lt;br /&gt;Its 0303am. going off to bed now. feeling relieved and satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;I just pray to allah, i can wakeup feeling like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I LOVE MY PAPA AND I MISS HIM BECAUSE HE WAS THE BEST MAN ON EARTH. AND I REALLY MISS ME :'( UNTIL NOW I CANT BELIEVE HE IS GONE. THIS JUST GET ME UPSET. ITS REALLY TOO MUCH TO LET GO. :(.&lt;br /&gt;PAPA, BLESS US. WE WILL STAY STRONG FOR MUMMY AND THAHIR! I WILL BE THERE FOR THEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;MAFAN&lt;br /&gt;SP LONGDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-4525676560060852264?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/4525676560060852264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=4525676560060852264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/4525676560060852264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/4525676560060852264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-readersd-miss-me-bet-you-all-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-2349718077188311079</id><published>2009-11-12T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T02:10:24.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just learnt a big ugly truth.&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-2349718077188311079?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/2349718077188311079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=2349718077188311079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/2349718077188311079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/2349718077188311079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-learnt-big-ugly-truth.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-2663414330083357216</id><published>2009-11-02T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T00:18:54.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>reen is upset with the truth says:&lt;br /&gt; fuck tard feeling!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time i am using this word while talking to htaik han!!&lt;br /&gt;first time!! imagine how shit this feeling can be !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-2663414330083357216?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/2663414330083357216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=2663414330083357216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/2663414330083357216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/2663414330083357216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2009/11/reen-is-upset-with-truth-says-fuck-tard.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-5995067977747816717</id><published>2009-10-19T22:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:27:41.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Should i just privatise my blog permanently so that i could blog everything, more openly and without editing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or. should i open it up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let this be temporary for a While.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was the second and Last day for IVP! And i was there cheering and screaming for all the runners!&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations SP TRACK AND FIELD!&lt;br /&gt;DIanne made it into the finals for 200m. she is my idol!&lt;br /&gt;Amanda got 6th for 3k! :D&lt;br /&gt;Hazwarie and Illiyas 4th and 5th for 5K!!&lt;br /&gt;Leo got 3rd for 800m, raviin got 4th&lt;br /&gt;SP 4times 4oo&lt;br /&gt;guys 3rd:D&lt;br /&gt;girls 7th:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations everybody&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with TNF-ers at some coffeeshop.&lt;br /&gt;Had a pretty hilarious and fun day with them.&lt;br /&gt;Laughed till i got cramps!&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back SATHISH AND ZHISHENG!! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today First day was school!! Was uber fun!&lt;br /&gt;Met Aqilah at Chinese garden and the next familiar face i saw at dover was&lt;br /&gt;Alfred! hahaha. Walk to FC5 to buy plasters! Called Zhisheng to ask for the classroom. Oh 8amlesson was cancelled! LOLLL! like a fool we were! but we werent the only one. We met Miyane and Fiona at FC5! WOOHOO!! miss them! Then met aziya at Lakeside Mrt. Bought food for the last minute party at ilah's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first of sp track and field training!&lt;br /&gt;Played orientation games:Amazing race.&lt;br /&gt;pair pair.&lt;br /&gt;Awww Poor hazwarie has to pair with me! scary sia.&lt;br /&gt;jus run like nobody's business man! hahah&lt;br /&gt;all the checkpoints, Amanda and bengkiong Tied with Alfred and Jaiyuan!! 27 points!! hahah Hazwarie!! we got 28 points!!&lt;br /&gt;Damn tiring! KO MAN!! but it was damn funny and super hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Hazwarie like keep making me laugh throughout. LOLs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon practical was cancelled, so lesson ended at 1! Then MAFAN  was walking towards FC3, i was also sharing about the amazing race. Then just nice, Hazwarie walked pass!! HAHAHA. super coincidental! I met alfred after his lesson! Forever making me laugh!! Went to Stadium with them!  Since coach wanted to run, I took the time for them. lols.&lt;br /&gt;then though might as well train together with them, but quite paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday... hmmm.(First day)&lt;br /&gt;All my lessons were cancelled, But there was a makeup practical at 3 to 6.&lt;br /&gt;Training&lt;br /&gt;played alot of games.&lt;br /&gt;skipping(32), javelin(1), shot put(1), jumping(3), knee throwing(3), Formula 1(57seconds) Endurance Run(12)&lt;br /&gt;FUNNNN!!!&lt;br /&gt;Talk to my adek on the phone got 1 hour and 35 minutes! hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Morning lessons cancelled again.&lt;br /&gt;Make up practical brifing ended at 5.20. fortunately Victoria was late too:D&lt;br /&gt;headed to training.&lt;br /&gt;Pacing 4km. was quite fast.&lt;br /&gt;I remember I was quite worried about the interval training. because My pacing was quite fast. While Hazwarie and Amanda's group were Interval-ling. Vict and i were praying, hopefully, there wun be interval for us!. Then anand  overheard our prayers. LOL. he wanted to sabotage us to coach. lols. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;But to no Avail, We had to do interval.&lt;br /&gt;The first few laps, till the 4th? was still walking around.&lt;br /&gt;then i ask coach&lt;br /&gt;"Coach, got how many more?"&lt;br /&gt;Coach" 0 times " (0 Means infinity)&lt;br /&gt;(Mouth and eyes open wide wide)*.&lt;br /&gt;i was mentally reminding myself&lt;br /&gt;" i am not here for nothing!, come on nazreen you can do it!"&lt;br /&gt;5th... 6th...&lt;br /&gt;Drop to ground already.&lt;br /&gt;7Th lap.. coach" Stand by.. 3....2.....1.."&lt;br /&gt;"Argg!! Come one nazreen and Victoria!" I remember saying out loud&lt;br /&gt;I really thought i wun make it under the timing!&lt;br /&gt;but guess what! we did okay!!:D&lt;br /&gt;That dint stop there!&lt;br /&gt;then coach told me "last one"&lt;br /&gt;Last one!! 1.50! still under timing!.&lt;br /&gt;quite contented!!&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, The previous time we did this, My second lap was out of timing! wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;While everybody gather, coach ask to rate the training " Very good, good, not bad, bad"&lt;br /&gt;Then i was so happy, i was the only one who raised for the very good!" hahah SO BHB! Who cares about what others think man!!. haha Victoria and I did it!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Then they made me lead the cool down! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;i dunnoe the sequence and i kept laughing because they kept imitating me! hahhahah.&lt;br /&gt;Mingle around with the Short Ds. Even they laugh at me!! LOLLLSS!! .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part, I Met Aqilah after training, guess my excitement dint had to wait long before i tell her! Then i tell her the best news&lt;br /&gt;" ilah, you know for our practical, I you and miyane and michelle in same group!!"" then we got excited and jump on the spot!! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE&lt;br /&gt;MAFAN and SP TRACK AND FIELD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-5995067977747816717?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/5995067977747816717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=5995067977747816717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/5995067977747816717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/5995067977747816717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2009/10/should-i-just-privatise-my-blog_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-3531268471518968589</id><published>2009-10-19T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T00:53:16.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Should i just privatise my blog permanently so that i could blog everything, more openly and without editing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or. should i open it up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let this be temporary for a While.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was the second and Last day for IVP! And i was there cheering and screaming for all the runners!&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations SP TRACK AND FIELD!&lt;br /&gt;DIanne made it into the finals for 200m. she is my idol!&lt;br /&gt;Amanda got 6th for 3k! :D&lt;br /&gt;Hazwarie and Illiyas 4th and 5th for 5K!!&lt;br /&gt;Leo got 3rd for 800m, raviin got 4th&lt;br /&gt;SP 4times 440&lt;br /&gt;guys 3rd:D&lt;br /&gt;girls 7th:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations everybody&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-3531268471518968589?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/3531268471518968589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=3531268471518968589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/3531268471518968589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/3531268471518968589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2009/10/should-i-just-privatise-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-8122350407518343406</id><published>2009-10-14T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:41:10.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shariff says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; U NEV TRUST GUYS N ME&lt;br /&gt; THAST WHY'&lt;br /&gt;Reen loves 13octobero9 says:&lt;br /&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt; its not that&lt;br /&gt;shariff says:&lt;br /&gt; U R SCARED U WILL BE HURT&lt;br /&gt;  u dont wnan try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;even some effer knows why!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-8122350407518343406?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/8122350407518343406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=8122350407518343406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/8122350407518343406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/8122350407518343406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2009/10/shariff-says-u-nev-trust-guys-n-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-4574709284125211325</id><published>2009-10-14T13:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T13:54:42.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello Everybody,&lt;br /&gt;it Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;The last Holiday Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday,&lt;br /&gt;I met 8 of them.   after their IVP! so excited. They were looking for foodcourts to eat dinner;super hungry after swimming! so cute right?  Brought them to a prata shop. Since i already had my dinner, was uber full too, Dint get anything for myself. While everybody was eating, I was just, as usual, making a lot of noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: Why all of them eat, why you never eat?&lt;br /&gt;Nazreen: I already had my dinner. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: Nvm, i give you free prata. egg or plain...... What drink you want?&lt;br /&gt;After much insisting. i ate half of a egg prata and a can of coke!. Thanks alot uncle:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: this is my first time there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk back to Chinese garden with them! They are so cute. as usual got bullied by alfred and BK! hahahaha. But they are super hilarious.  All of them were pretty Shagggggggg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS&lt;br /&gt;AMANDA GOT 8TH for 1500M&lt;br /&gt;HAZWARIE GOT 2ND FOR STEEPLE&lt;br /&gt;RAVIIN GOT 3RD LEO GOT 5TH FOR 1500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest very well too!!! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;ALL the best for this sunday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA COME ARH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;I BOUGHT NEW BOYFRIENDS!!! so happy~.~&lt;br /&gt;Training after that. PACING and INTERVAL! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was sitting at FC5, noodle-ing and Waiting for victoria's friend,&lt;br /&gt;I saw Aqilah!!! Ever since that.. dint meet her for 1 week plus!!&lt;br /&gt;We kind of got ourselves embarrassed infront of soccer guys oh hell yeah. ahmad was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday IS LOVE&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I wore my brown dress to go SHOPPING with Aqilah&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I got myself Jeans, Shoes from Vans(LOVING IT)!! Tops from adidas and uniqlo. A chain a pair of shoelaces and We ate at Pastamania! But cannot finish. lols. waste money :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqilah: Same pair of jeans as me:) 2 Shoes from Rubi. 2 tops from Hula&amp;amp;co. coudroy from Uniql0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both of us were quite tired. Headed home as early as 8.30.&lt;br /&gt;Thahir wanted to come down to Orchard. Sorry boy, we left first. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;next time:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-4574709284125211325?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/4574709284125211325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=4574709284125211325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/4574709284125211325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/4574709284125211325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-everybody-it-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-1301823663232725269</id><published>2009-10-09T23:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T00:35:42.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wearing the mask isnt a easy solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was Facing the computer screen typing out this shit. Suddenly my dad called me. I had to wipe my tears before i turned around to face him.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel deep shit inside.&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to go and enjoy myself is the worst thing to do&lt;br /&gt;because  everywhere i go, anything i do reminds me of how my papa will take care of us.&lt;br /&gt;hold us. sayang us. advise us. support us.&lt;br /&gt;he was the PILLAR for my family&lt;br /&gt;hows is my family gonna stand now?&lt;br /&gt;Ya allah. i know everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;but why adding salt to my aunts wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember&lt;br /&gt;you oraginsed all our&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;end of year holiday trips &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chalets &amp;amp; picnic during chinese new year. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BBQs. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Surprised Birthday Celebrations&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family happiness all because of you papa.&lt;br /&gt;But one thing i promise&lt;br /&gt;to take care of thahir and mummy.&lt;br /&gt;I will give them all i have. because you gave us much more then what we could return in this life time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abu papa, i still cant accept the fact that you are not here any more with us. I still think you will comeback. i still hope/wish that this is all a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant concentrate on anything else for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;they said i am strong.&lt;br /&gt;not at all papa, you are not here.&lt;br /&gt;like i said i am wearing  mask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training is the only time i get occupied.&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy to announce that i am improving but that is TRUCKLOADS more to improve. !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really Thank the guys for organising the Pulau Ubin Cycling trip.&lt;br /&gt;Itwas pure awesomeness and happening and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Guess i really did something damn stupid :(&lt;br /&gt;for everybody to laugh at.&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;its happening all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wish i wasnt the clown.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it hurts. but i laugh along.&lt;br /&gt;besides i tell myself. they dun mean it.hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;I feel extremely happy with them because they never fail to make laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Like how Blss badminton Guys did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW. to whoever you are.&lt;br /&gt;Stop talking to me about her&lt;br /&gt;Do i look like i care. i dunt.&lt;br /&gt;i barely know her and you tell me about her.&lt;br /&gt;So what.&lt;br /&gt;I got a life much more happening than hers.&lt;br /&gt;:D.&lt;br /&gt;I think she is plain Boring.&lt;br /&gt;Modern Minah! LOLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training&lt;br /&gt;Played alot of games.&lt;br /&gt;because of IVP on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;All the best Everybody!! I will be screaming from inside and crying on the outside.At my cousins house.&lt;br /&gt;but so am i gonna beg my dad to go while come back before prayers. see how man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After training,&lt;br /&gt;i remembered i reach my Chinese Garden at 8.55.  i got myself BANANA milkshake and made my way to the park and sat down till 10. 40. till my mum called.&lt;br /&gt;I listened to songs.&lt;br /&gt;talked to wind.&lt;br /&gt;stoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought how i manage to get pass 18 years of mylife without a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;and now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i am dying for companionship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;This feeling&lt;br /&gt;I just realise i just need someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;Someone to laugh with me. talk to me. share with me.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who really understands me.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who accepts me for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna change for the better.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be more responsible for my own actions&lt;br /&gt;and stop being clumbsy.&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a clown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Love you all &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;L&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;NG &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;S! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-1301823663232725269?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/1301823663232725269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=1301823663232725269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/1301823663232725269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/1301823663232725269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2009/10/wearing-mask-isnt-easy-solution.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-5222372642256213107</id><published>2009-10-07T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:55:54.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When will my mum stop making me cry :(&lt;br /&gt;i miss my papa!!&lt;br /&gt;he is the best.!!&lt;br /&gt;Everytime my mum and dad talk about him&lt;br /&gt;i cry :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say i am strong&lt;br /&gt;only i know&lt;br /&gt;i am&lt;br /&gt;not strong at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-5222372642256213107?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/5222372642256213107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=5222372642256213107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/5222372642256213107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/5222372642256213107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-will-my-mum-stop-making-me-cry-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-4241486094154902246</id><published>2009-10-05T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T00:15:47.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;HAPPINESS IS A GREAT FEELING. laugh your hearts out. Cheers to them for making me laugh all my sorrows away. LOVE YOU ALL &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i am more than contented.&lt;br /&gt;my fitness improved:)&lt;br /&gt;my next target is is 2.4 sub 12 minutes:)&lt;br /&gt;allah, help me!!&lt;br /&gt;strengthen my mentality!&lt;br /&gt; today, aww so touched man. haha&lt;br /&gt;first time. :D&lt;br /&gt; pacing.&lt;br /&gt;400mtimes 3&lt;br /&gt; 1.38&lt;br /&gt;decided to slow down.lol&lt;br /&gt;1.47&lt;br /&gt;1.48&lt;br /&gt;so happy man!!&lt;br /&gt;coach was making fun of me. "woah charcoal... sorry sorry nazreen.. improve already arh. last time collapse. now can stand straight arh!! woah. give me high5!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLLS. I dun go training for nothing :D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-4241486094154902246?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/4241486094154902246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=4241486094154902246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/4241486094154902246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/4241486094154902246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2009/10/happiness-is-great-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-6467393335999500897</id><published>2009-10-04T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T01:41:44.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 12.35am&lt;br /&gt;i had 4 hours of sleep in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday,&lt;br /&gt;met hazwarie Bengkiong and Mingxuan at Pasir ris MRT station. Yes, i travelled the 1hour train to pasir ris all alone.Bused to Hazwarie's house to get the stuff for BBQ. Cabbed down to Pasir ris Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazwarie's had a idea,  walk across the grass, we ended up getting mud all over our legs  and shorts!! Even Bengkiong's bag wasnt spared, dirtied by the damn mud. While washing up in the toilet, it started to drizzle.  We all gather at the nearest shelter for approximately 3 hours.  Victoria and Alfreds group joined us around 4 plus. Thats when my misery started. It was pouring. We even catch a glimpse of the lightning! . In the rain, All the guys went to collect the catered food. We waited for the rain to stop before heading towards the pit 62:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to Bengkiong who immediately took the initiative to start the fire. You Rawk man bk!! Subconsciously, All of us stare at the fire. ( maybe we believed in eyepower) Alfred commented " All first time see fire" Laugh out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a song dedicated to Alfred! especially the chorus&lt;br /&gt;you're so gay -katy perry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the guys started BBQ-ing.( it was still drizzling slightly) vict and I went to fetch peiyi who got off the wrong bus stop! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;missed her man! . We held the umbrella above the pit for them to BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS A NON STOP LAUGHING SESSION for all of us i bet.&lt;br /&gt;we had so many future's&lt;br /&gt;Bengkiong was the future Marsh mellow seller.&lt;br /&gt;Alfred was the guinea pig. He tested everything and said " hey nice sia " to everythingas well.&lt;br /&gt;Hazwarie was the chicken wing man,&lt;br /&gt;LULU had no other choice but the corn. the corn &amp;amp; the corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has quite long since i laugh so whole heartedly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain was alittle disturbing. maybe.. not alittle. it was serious irritating. it also had temperamental moodswings. Heavyrain.drizzle. stop. drizzle. heavyrain. stop. drizzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all feasting and having good conversation, laughing at the top of the lungs.&lt;br /&gt;so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia yuan and Amanda joined us at 7( i think).&lt;br /&gt;Er yu joined us at 8 .30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then started camwhoring. and doing retarded things. RETARD RETARD. Amanda cant count 1-4. using her fingers. It was simply hilarious. we laughed at the top of our lungs. We started talking about Lizards, training. and the RED CUP. i feel kinda stupid doing it. but i wasnt aware that i was the only one with the RED CUP! and MR SIM! i am not colour blind.  The Guys &amp;amp; Girls were just awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember we made fun of alfred and he blushed for something he did. awwww, hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few group photos, The girls sent PEI yi off, at 10 plus..&lt;br /&gt; The guys decided to take a break from BBQ-ing.&lt;br /&gt;Card games, forfeits.  all part of tonning i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh did i mention, i did not tell the entire truth to my dad, if not i would be prohibited from going to the BBQ. miss such an awesome chance of bonding session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night walk to the playground. slip of tongue i accidentally said : Swimming pool&lt;br /&gt;to the wrong person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night walk to the mangrove. and back. and i heard&lt;br /&gt;" 2 by 2s", " fingers on your lips" "hold hands"&lt;br /&gt;LOL. excursion arh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a path which was quite scary and eerie.&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: if can, i want to do time trial here at night.&lt;br /&gt;she was repeating : cannot walk in odd numbers... and there were 9 of us! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking back, we were talking about peiyi,  lizards and the drain and amanda and her part time job of being a catwoman and a ninja!!&lt;br /&gt;alot of expressions, retardations, highness, Reach the pit at 2.05am. They started BBQ-ing the rest of the food. I manage to stuff myself more than 4 chicken wins. Congratulate me or what! haha. Was rubbish-ing with aflred as usual. I dun understand. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;truth or dare. forfeit.&lt;br /&gt;i saw the video and i think&lt;br /&gt;i am a bimbo! LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er yu then give out the baby socks to the guys.&lt;br /&gt;so cute.&lt;br /&gt;I got the same as Bengkiong!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Bluey blue&lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;They had better wear that for IVP! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they sat at the rock and waited for the sunrise,&lt;br /&gt;Amanda and i stay at the pit for some bonding session man! from 4,30  till 5 plus. and&lt;br /&gt;i fall asleep. zzz When i woke up, just in time the rest were walking towards the pit to pack up and call it a day!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained Down to Chinese garden with jia yuan! was so damn sleepy. i slept throughout the whole train ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD ONE OF THE BEST SATURDAYS IN MY LIFE&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU  ALL &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;SP T&amp;amp;F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS i dun care, i wanna have fun&lt;br /&gt;another outing please!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-6467393335999500897?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/6467393335999500897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=6467393335999500897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/6467393335999500897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/6467393335999500897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-5376439429017749206</id><published>2009-10-04T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:30:00.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Elf....fred....Sin....Kai....We ,would like 2 say thx 2 u:) says:&lt;br /&gt;*:)&lt;br /&gt;REEN.   4 more months. says:&lt;br /&gt;*:):)&lt;br /&gt;Elf....fred....Sin....Kai....We ,would like 2 say thx 2 u:) says:&lt;br /&gt;*:):):)&lt;br /&gt;REEN.   4 more months. says:&lt;br /&gt;*:):):):)&lt;br /&gt;Elf....fred....Sin....Kai....We ,would like 2 say thx 2 u:) says:&lt;br /&gt;*:):):):):)&lt;br /&gt;REEN.   4 more months. says:&lt;br /&gt;*:):):):):):)&lt;br /&gt;Elf....fred....Sin....Kai....We ,would like 2 say thx 2 u:) says:&lt;br /&gt;*:):):):):):):)&lt;br /&gt;REEN.   4 more months. says:&lt;br /&gt;*:):):):):):):):)&lt;br /&gt;Elf....fred....Sin....Kai....We ,would like 2 say thx 2 u:) says:&lt;br /&gt;*:):):):):):):):):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In msn, the short cuts displayed the happy faces. was nicer:)&lt;br /&gt;anyway it was planned. not lamed. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-5376439429017749206?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/5376439429017749206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=5376439429017749206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/5376439429017749206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/5376439429017749206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2009/10/elf.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-2431886502146188019</id><published>2009-10-03T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T00:51:32.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Building up&lt;br /&gt;Building up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday and Wednesday&lt;br /&gt; Pacing training followed by 3 times 400m.&lt;br /&gt;:) finished it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macdonald delivery&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;movie marathon!!!!!! i watch like 5 movies.&lt;br /&gt;like my second home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today progressive trial&lt;br /&gt; 4 rounds before 8 minutes:)&lt;br /&gt;7. 44s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about tml's bbq :(&lt;br /&gt;keep on teasing me&lt;br /&gt;:(.&lt;br /&gt;i was just wondering.&lt;br /&gt;what if i was like ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-2431886502146188019?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/2431886502146188019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=2431886502146188019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/2431886502146188019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/2431886502146188019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2009/10/building-up-building-up-monday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-5703718868564005028</id><published>2009-09-30T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:47:25.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BK IS NONE OTHER THAN BENG KIONG&lt;br /&gt;HE REMINDS ME OF JIA QUAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bkbk     says:&lt;br /&gt;*OMG !!!!&lt;br /&gt;reen IS HAPPY:) says:&lt;br /&gt;*why?&lt;br /&gt;*you sound scary&lt;br /&gt;     Bkbk     says:&lt;br /&gt;*OMG !&lt;br /&gt;reen IS HAPPY:) says:&lt;br /&gt;*what&lt;br /&gt;     Bkbk     says:&lt;br /&gt;*WALAO !&lt;br /&gt;reen IS HAPPY:) says:&lt;br /&gt;*WHAT&lt;br /&gt;     Bkbk     says:&lt;br /&gt;*OMG MAN !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;reen IS HAPPY:) says:&lt;br /&gt;*irritating sia&lt;br /&gt;*go away&lt;br /&gt;*just get lost&lt;br /&gt;     Bkbk     says:&lt;br /&gt;*LOL&lt;br /&gt;reen IS HAPPY:) says:&lt;br /&gt;*what sia you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-5703718868564005028?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/5703718868564005028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=5703718868564005028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/5703718868564005028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/5703718868564005028'/><link rel='alternate' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/2845041565907745193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/2845041565907745193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2009/09/creo-que-es-el-final.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-8844282990464333174</id><published>2009-09-29T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:21:56.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>han                    HOME SWEET HOME ! butt aching 11 hours bus trip just to get there ! next time im taking a plane !!! says:&lt;br /&gt;*haha go check out wolfsburg's top scorer n striker last season...edin dzeko&lt;br /&gt;reen says:&lt;br /&gt;*hot arh&lt;br /&gt;-han                    HOME SWEET HOME ! butt aching 11 hours bus trip just to get there ! next time im taking a plane !!! says:&lt;br /&gt;*think u'll like&lt;br /&gt;*dunno&lt;br /&gt;*some girls like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-8844282990464333174?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/8844282990464333174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=8844282990464333174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/8844282990464333174'/><link 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purple?&lt;br /&gt;reen says:&lt;br /&gt;*LOLLLLLLLLL&lt;br /&gt;*i know!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*lvp match right&lt;br /&gt;-han                    HOME SWEET HOME ! butt aching 11 hours bus trip just to get there ! next time im taking a plane !!! says:&lt;br /&gt;*YES!!!&lt;br /&gt;*smart wife!!&lt;br /&gt;reen says:&lt;br /&gt;*HAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;*of cous&lt;br /&gt;*hahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah of cous!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down with  reds!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-5656949104924593915?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/5656949104924593915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=5656949104924593915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/5656949104924593915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/5656949104924593915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2009/09/han-home-sweet-home-butt-aching-11_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-7845699067727630041</id><published>2009-09-29T22:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:43:05.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was that meant for me?&lt;br /&gt;i understand.&lt;br /&gt;guess i will live by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad impression :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-7845699067727630041?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/7845699067727630041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=7845699067727630041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/7845699067727630041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/7845699067727630041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2009/09/was-that-meant-for-me-i-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-8437971074473307458</id><published>2009-09-29T12:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T13:43:36.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>46o posts&lt;br /&gt;3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had the crappiest session with htaik han on Sunday night till 4am.&lt;br /&gt;one of the crappiest.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;am i known for excuses? hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;should stop giving excuses. :(&lt;br /&gt; pacing&lt;br /&gt;3 times 400. must come back by 1.55&lt;br /&gt;1.41&lt;br /&gt;146&lt;br /&gt;150.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a extremely no life thing.&lt;br /&gt;this victoria lah! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;its okay man&lt;br /&gt;just some bonding sessons with victoria. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so lonely:x&lt;br /&gt;I just did everything on my own&lt;br /&gt;on my own.&lt;br /&gt;i just sang a song.&lt;br /&gt;i just wrote a story&lt;br /&gt;i just rehearsed my play.&lt;br /&gt;i just wokeup from a reality dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-8437971074473307458?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/8437971074473307458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=8437971074473307458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/8437971074473307458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/8437971074473307458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2009/09/46o-posts-3-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-8539900525130429323</id><published>2009-09-28T01:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T01:50:47.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>han                    HOME SWEET HOME ! butt aching 11 hours bus trip just to get there ! next time im taking a plane !!! says:&lt;br /&gt;*haha!&lt;br /&gt;*come la&lt;br /&gt;*i go buy land&lt;br /&gt;reen says:&lt;br /&gt;*LOLL&lt;br /&gt;-han                    HOME SWEET HOME ! butt aching 11 hours bus trip just to get there ! next time im taking a plane !!! says:&lt;br /&gt;*den build the first mansion in singapore&lt;br /&gt;*n i'll take u in&lt;br /&gt;reen says:&lt;br /&gt;* YA LO&lt;br /&gt;*build singapore tajmahal for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;*LOLS&lt;br /&gt;*woah&lt;br /&gt;*touched sia!!&lt;br /&gt;-han                    HOME SWEET HOME ! butt aching 11 hours bus trip just to get there ! next time im taking a plane !!! says:&lt;br /&gt;*u shall be&lt;br /&gt;*the head maid&lt;br /&gt;*:D&lt;br /&gt;reen says:&lt;br /&gt;*ASSSSSS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-8539900525130429323?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-398002258800636769</id><published>2009-09-28T01:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T01:25:21.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>weirdo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-han                    HOME SWEET HOME ! butt aching 11 hours bus trip just to get there ! next time im taking a plane !!! says:&lt;br /&gt;*ROARRR&lt;br /&gt;*i love saying&lt;br /&gt;reen says:&lt;br /&gt;*hahaahh&lt;br /&gt;-han                    HOME SWEET HOME ! butt aching 11 hours bus trip just to get there ! next time im taking a plane !!! says:&lt;br /&gt;*unlock ur blog&lt;br /&gt;reen says:&lt;br /&gt;*AHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;-han                    HOME SWEET HOME ! butt aching 11 hours bus trip just to get there ! next time im taking a plane !!! says:&lt;br /&gt;*it rhymes so nice&lt;br /&gt;*:D&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-2489790286938820159</id><published>2009-09-28T01:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T01:20:54.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tell you everything, you complain., dun tellyou you aslo complain&lt;br /&gt;*what do guys want&lt;br /&gt;*girls dun understand!!!&lt;br /&gt;*hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;* but i seriously thin k&lt;br /&gt;-han                    HOME SWEET HOME ! butt aching 11 hours bus trip just to get there ! next time im taking a plane !!! says:&lt;br /&gt;*since whn do i ever complain abt anythin&lt;br /&gt;*:P&lt;br /&gt;reen says:&lt;br /&gt;*girls are just way toooo complicated&lt;br /&gt;*Lols&lt;br /&gt;*HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;*NOPE YOU DUN&lt;br /&gt;*i am the one!!!&lt;br /&gt;*always complaining&lt;br /&gt;*LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL&lt;br /&gt;-han                    HOME SWEET HOME ! butt aching 11 hours bus trip just to get there ! next time im taking a plane !!! says:&lt;br /&gt;*at&lt;br /&gt;reen says:&lt;br /&gt;*Saturday Sunday, what else.&lt;br /&gt;house to house visiting, eat and get money.&lt;br /&gt;basically get paid for eating.&lt;br /&gt;-han                    HOME SWEET HOME ! butt aching 11 hours bus trip just to get there ! next time im taking a plane !!! says:&lt;br /&gt;*least&lt;br /&gt;*u&lt;br /&gt;*noe&lt;br /&gt;*:P&lt;br /&gt;reen says:&lt;br /&gt;*tsktsktsk&lt;br /&gt;-han                    HOME SWEET HOME ! butt aching 11 hours bus trip just to get there ! next time im taking a plane !!! says:&lt;br /&gt;*i like&lt;br /&gt;*tat job&lt;br /&gt;reen says:&lt;br /&gt;*hahah&lt;br /&gt;*come&lt;br /&gt;*with&lt;br /&gt;*me&lt;br /&gt;*be&lt;br /&gt;*my&lt;br /&gt;*husband&lt;br /&gt;*cannot cannot&lt;br /&gt;*married&lt;br /&gt;*means&lt;br /&gt;*must&lt;br /&gt;*give money&lt;br /&gt;*i am single!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some conversations ought to saved and shared!!! wahahahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-2489790286938820159?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/2489790286938820159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=2489790286938820159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/2489790286938820159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/2489790286938820159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2009/09/tell-you-everything-you-complain.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-4109534410937995894</id><published>2009-09-27T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T01:14:32.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Another typical week. NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:D 22o9o9&lt;br /&gt;Swimming with&lt;br /&gt;hazwarie, bengkiong and victoria was awesomness.&lt;br /&gt;Er yu joined us for guitar hero.&lt;br /&gt;well. joined them as i just stoned there.&lt;br /&gt;we had a fabulous time.&lt;br /&gt;and i was spared from Alfred's teases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/Sr-AG11N0NI/AAAAAAAAAkA/4Y3ujNBl2Yk/s1600-h/9718_151589567717_714532717_3525904_603986_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/Sr-AG11N0NI/AAAAAAAAAkA/4Y3ujNBl2Yk/s400/9718_151589567717_714532717_3525904_603986_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386164534376255698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously forgot what the hell  i did on thursday. 8/&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Aqilah's housed&lt;br /&gt;we watched what happened in vegas  and had a good laughter.&lt;br /&gt;we talked about old times when there were shahril and timothy!&lt;br /&gt;training. :D&lt;br /&gt;raviin just joined alfred in bullying me D: Laugh Out Loud.&lt;br /&gt;Hazwarie and Er yu worked during F1 days :D&lt;br /&gt;hamillllll-ton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Sunday, what else.&lt;br /&gt;house to house visiting, eat and get money.&lt;br /&gt;basically get paid for eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every week, i  learn new lessons. some expensive, some new.&lt;br /&gt;love lesson. laugh out loud .&lt;br /&gt;just some heartbreaking news over the weekend. D:&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's gf broke with him after 8 bloody years!!!! :(:(:(. and my sayang cousin is still not over it!! oh my gosh! the girl ought to be screwed!!&lt;br /&gt;i dun care whatever reason that girl has, she hurt my cousin! she should be screwed!!! :(:(&lt;br /&gt;Dun care sayang!!you will get a better girlfriend than her whom will tolerate your crappiness forever!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all miss you, your realself :(.&lt;br /&gt;cheerup :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just heard another RUMOUR! i will use that word to describe that information.&lt;br /&gt;its her loss! i dun care. she just made a huge mistake.&lt;br /&gt;i think its okay.&lt;br /&gt;dun worry mate,  you  will get someone much better than her!&lt;br /&gt;again,&lt;br /&gt;its HER LOSS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since its about her,&lt;br /&gt;idk, idwtk and idc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i dun want to know&lt;br /&gt;     i dun know   &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;     i dun care.&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEeople we meet,&lt;br /&gt;variets over each day.&lt;br /&gt;major difference in charater attitude behaviour&lt;br /&gt;impossibility is satisfying everybody.&lt;br /&gt;be yourself, everybody say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iiii neeedddd advise on how to&lt;br /&gt;handle people i cant clique with :(.&lt;br /&gt;i dun have acceptance problem.&lt;br /&gt;but there is somebody out there.&lt;br /&gt;to break my bloody damn record.&lt;br /&gt;and i thank her for giving me a chance&lt;br /&gt;to practice this skill, utmostly  important in long run:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUN CRITICISE PURPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cloth or clothing of this hue, esp. as formerly worn distinctively by persons of imperial, royal, or other high rANK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROYAL! HIGHNESS! ALL HAIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;PURPLE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 id="pd1"&gt;Royalty and Spirituality&lt;/h3&gt;Purple is royalty. A mysterious color, purple is associated with both nobility and spirituality. The opposites of hot red and cool blue combine to create this intriguing color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pantone has selected the color Blue Iris (PANTONE 18-3943) as the &lt;a href="http://www.pantone.com/pages/pantone/pantone.aspx?pg=20540&amp;amp;ca=10" zt="-o1/XJ" target="_blank"&gt;2008 Color of the Year&lt;/a&gt; telling us: "Combining the stable and calming aspects of blue with the mystical and spiritual qualities of &lt;b&gt;purple&lt;/b&gt;, Blue Iris satisfies the need for reassurance in a complex world, while adding a hint of mystery and excitement."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;LAVENDER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 id="pd1"&gt;Graceful and Feminine&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lavender has long been a favorite flower and color of genteel ladies. This shade of purple suggests refinement along with grace, elegance, and something special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 id="pd2"&gt;Nature of Lavender&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;Purple and its lighter lavender shades has a special, almost sacred place in nature: lavender, orchid, lilac, and violet flowers are often delicate and considered precious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 id="pd1"&gt;Love and War&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;Red is hot. It's a strong color that conjures up a range of seemingly conflicting emotions from passionate &lt;a class="wikiLink" href="http://www.societyandculture.com/Love" zt="1/1hg/rV"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt; to violence and warfare. Red is Cupid and the Devil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 id="pd2"&gt;Nature of Red&lt;/h3&gt;A stimulant, red is the hottest of the &lt;a href="http://desktoppub.about.com/cs/color/a/symbolism_3.htm"&gt;warm colors&lt;/a&gt;. Studies show that red can have a physical effect, increasing the rate of respiration and raising blood pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLOURS:D&lt;br /&gt;THEY LIGHT UP YOUR LIFE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://desktoppub.about.com/od/choosingcolors/p/color_meanings.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANCHESTER UNITED!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;BRILLIANT FOOTBALL!!&lt;br /&gt;nice match against CITY.&lt;br /&gt;whatever ABU say,&lt;br /&gt;a win is a win. 4-3.hell yeah OWEN!&lt;br /&gt;stoke, stroke. whatever la. 2-nil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just look whos at the top.&lt;br /&gt;Well... Lets just watch. this is getting nearer to the midd:):).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAMPIONS LEAGUE:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once a REDDEVIL,&lt;br /&gt;forever a REDDEVIL!&lt;br /&gt;MUACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;TRAINING:D:D:D: &lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later! iwill train with group C!&lt;br /&gt;JIA YOU NAZREEN!!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be able to do incline pull ups, v-shaped sit ups and i wanna be able to JUMP JUMP JUMP&lt;br /&gt;sad to say, badminton player cant jump? really screwed up my 4  years during badminton!! D:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally htaik han is back!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;go penang for 6 days, leaving me all alone in singapore :(:(:(:(&lt;br /&gt;you ought o be screwed man!! haha jus kidding!!&lt;br /&gt;i slept relatively earlier. and had to keep everything to myself :(:(&lt;br /&gt;YOU LAH! go penang!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-han                    HOME SWEET HOME ! butt aching 11 hours bus trip just to get there ! next time im taking a plane !!! says:&lt;br /&gt;*so i nv msg u le&lt;br /&gt;reen says:&lt;br /&gt;*:(:(::(:(:(&lt;br /&gt;*i sad sia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(:(:(:(. nv msg me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna quit whining&lt;br /&gt;quit complaining&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna learn life the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;time to be serious.&lt;br /&gt;i just pen down everything .&lt;br /&gt;hand written.&lt;br /&gt;time to be serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: DAMN SHORT SIA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-4109534410937995894?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/4109534410937995894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=4109534410937995894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/4109534410937995894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/4109534410937995894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-typical-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/Sr-AG11N0NI/AAAAAAAAAkA/4Y3ujNBl2Yk/s72-c/9718_151589567717_714532717_3525904_603986_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-8792967311749004327</id><published>2009-09-22T21:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:06:02.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ONE WEEK ISNT SHORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have got booksloads to say and albums of photo to upload and share&lt;br /&gt;so bear with me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona, Miyane Aqilah and Nazreen go turned off one day at work, they decided to play truth or dare.&lt;br /&gt;The best thing, i dint get dare  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona's was easy i suppose,&lt;br /&gt;she just just to tie 2 ponytails&lt;br /&gt;Tied by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SrjYjB0OnnI/AAAAAAAAAho/QeBvuI5HwgI/s1600-h/%7EOn+drugs1224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SrjYjB0OnnI/AAAAAAAAAho/QeBvuI5HwgI/s400/%7EOn+drugs1224.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384291450815946354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our very own Miss SP's latest fashion( by fiona)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;j'adore vivienne habillez-moi&lt;br /&gt;Gucci, Fendi et Prada.&lt;br /&gt;valentino, Armani too.&lt;br /&gt;Merde I love them Jimmy Choo&lt;br /&gt;ilah! you like which brand? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was made to carry the back upside down tooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SrjYiGR6yNI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ejrewY_92wc/s1600-h/Image066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SrjYiGR6yNI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ejrewY_92wc/s400/Image066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384291434834348242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SrjYjtjhFEI/AAAAAAAAAhw/6Mqm2HJZaSE/s1600-h/%7EOn+drugs1227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SrjYjtjhFEI/AAAAAAAAAhw/6Mqm2HJZaSE/s400/%7EOn+drugs1227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384291462557013058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MIYANE'S dare was Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;She the type of person who cant stand warmnessss.&lt;br /&gt;At 30 degree Celsius, We made her wear all 4 jackets and ilahs shawl.&lt;br /&gt;Fiona and Aqilah then left to another room to do something else.&lt;br /&gt;so i was the only one who was laughing uncontrollably. she shift to sit infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling freezing cold, but everytime i look up, i feel HOT!!. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SrjYhUjDWnI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/bkAgW8bnJ70/s1600-h/Image067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SrjYhUjDWnI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/bkAgW8bnJ70/s400/Image067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384291421484440178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ONCE, the auditors and supervisor left the room, she started sleeping!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SrjYiso-gZI/AAAAAAAAAhg/2_5q1Uzg8BE/s1600-h/Image068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SrjYiso-gZI/AAAAAAAAAhg/2_5q1Uzg8BE/s400/Image068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384291445131608466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona brough her camera,&lt;br /&gt;CAMWHORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/Srjbq-5kVhI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nrCofz5KsXE/s1600-h/10335_132525628043_651303043_2480639_5960068_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/Srjbq-5kVhI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nrCofz5KsXE/s400/10335_132525628043_651303043_2480639_5960068_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384294886006871570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SrjbqQNA0VI/AAAAAAAAAiI/zPUgokVdjZ0/s1600-h/10335_132525588043_651303043_2480634_7962549_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SrjbqQNA0VI/AAAAAAAAAiI/zPUgokVdjZ0/s400/10335_132525588043_651303043_2480634_7962549_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384294873471963474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SrjbpiJh99I/AAAAAAAAAh4/h8sBswx4eZ4/s1600-h/10335_132525653043_651303043_2480644_8219925_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SrjbpiJh99I/AAAAAAAAAh4/h8sBswx4eZ4/s400/10335_132525653043_651303043_2480644_8219925_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384294861109327826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/Srjbp9IvZfI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Pmh4UUBdxTY/s1600-h/10335_132525558043_651303043_2480630_3156147_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/Srjbp9IvZfI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Pmh4UUBdxTY/s400/10335_132525558043_651303043_2480630_3156147_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384294868353770994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOVE YALL BABES:) &lt;3 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SrjgqGkuApI/AAAAAAAAAiY/8gZOshmbHHg/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SrjgqGkuApI/AAAAAAAAAiY/8gZOshmbHHg/s400/Image034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384300368445178514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mytable!! check out manunited calendar and poster!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/Srjgq9im4cI/AAAAAAAAAig/rvNwYzgBuH8/s1600-h/Image039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/Srjgq9im4cI/AAAAAAAAAig/rvNwYzgBuH8/s400/Image039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384300383200272834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some sec 2 Aviva memories,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cheered for taufiq Hidayat!!! :):)&lt;br /&gt;while, jenna and shiyun cheered for peter gade.&lt;br /&gt;got alot of autographs. but i have no idea whose. ;X&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SrjgrQuX9yI/AAAAAAAAAio/-bKHNmKy0-Y/s1600-h/Image037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SrjgrQuX9yI/AAAAAAAAAio/-bKHNmKy0-Y/s400/Image037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384300388349900578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My hot and handsome brother in his PINK baju! he seriously look damn handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SrjgsitS60I/AAAAAAAAAi4/WLJY5OVdl0k/s1600-h/Image089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SrjgsitS60I/AAAAAAAAAi4/WLJY5OVdl0k/s400/Image089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384300410357082946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ME:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SrjgsHkohwI/AAAAAAAAAiw/P09Xc9zdo7I/s1600-h/Image084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SrjgsHkohwI/AAAAAAAAAiw/P09Xc9zdo7I/s400/Image084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384300403072993026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My beautiful and stunningly gorgeous sister:)&lt;br /&gt;my sister okay!! Noor Asfiyyah Binte Abulhasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/Srji1GFA-qI/AAAAAAAAAjA/waqmHdOCP5A/s1600-h/qw+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/Srji1GFA-qI/AAAAAAAAAjA/waqmHdOCP5A/s400/qw+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384302756314020514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My brother who has a photocopied face of me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/Srji2-HHBSI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Zm5bA3OIxp4/s1600-h/qw+%286%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/Srji2-HHBSI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Zm5bA3OIxp4/s400/qw+%286%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384302788535059746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NoorMohammad Bin Abulhasan&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;Noor Nazreen Binte Abulhasan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/Srji2S7jJFI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/4AC-RHYuFFs/s1600-h/qw+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/Srji2S7jJFI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/4AC-RHYuFFs/s400/qw+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384302776943846482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dint get a family photo:(:(&lt;br /&gt;Siblings not in picture&lt;br /&gt;Noor Zaharah Binte Abulhasan&lt;br /&gt;Noor Naseeha Binte Abulhasan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 bintes and 1 bin. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we received a damn cute ketupat!!:):) as a form of green packet!! .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/Srji1u-dsWI/AAAAAAAAAjI/wdqZhH88nZ4/s1600-h/qw+%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/Srji1u-dsWI/AAAAAAAAAjI/wdqZhH88nZ4/s400/qw+%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384302767292395874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;End of part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;220909&lt;br /&gt;I JUST cant be bored&lt;br /&gt;i will go mad!!! LOLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMS&lt;br /&gt;Nazreen: Hey you free today?&lt;br /&gt;Emmeline: YUP!&lt;br /&gt;Nazreen: YEA!&lt;br /&gt;Emmeline: meet what time?&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazreen: swim, gym or shop?&lt;br /&gt;EMMELINE( MY WONDERSUPER GIRLFRIEND): ALL THREE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called her at 12: hey emm, what to bring/pack?&lt;br /&gt;Emm: you going for camp arh?? * she then list down the things to bring"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i met her,&lt;br /&gt;"NAZ!!! i forgort to bring shoes and swimming costume!!!"&lt;br /&gt;" EMMELINE SIM!!" i started laughing!! hahahahhaha. thanks man!!!hahah&lt;br /&gt;i thought of just going to the 3rd option(shop) but she decided to gym:)&lt;br /&gt;Went of to NP to gym. EMPTY SIOL!! hahah. gymed quite while. 2hours??&lt;br /&gt;np stadium-ed&lt;br /&gt;bathed&lt;br /&gt;On our way to town, at redhill.&lt;br /&gt;" Emm, why you dun want to go JP"&lt;br /&gt;" oh ya! why arh, you want to go in stead of town?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From clementi, to redhill back to Boon lay. lols.&lt;br /&gt;shop shop, play play, laugh laugh.&lt;br /&gt;miss her man!! woohooo! hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SrjnR4iNu0I/AAAAAAAAAj4/r_SnYPPV7UE/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SrjnR4iNu0I/AAAAAAAAAj4/r_SnYPPV7UE/s400/Image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384307648941112130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SrjnRGbGerI/AAAAAAAAAjw/gcQ99yLzQ4M/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SrjnRGbGerI/AAAAAAAAAjw/gcQ99yLzQ4M/s400/Image007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384307635489503922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gymming in slippers!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SrjnQW_j-oI/AAAAAAAAAjo/fFVM-kxzNnM/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SrjnQW_j-oI/AAAAAAAAAjo/fFVM-kxzNnM/s400/Image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384307622757530242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SrjnPwIphiI/AAAAAAAAAjg/IH-g98vLzyU/s1600-h/DSC02339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SrjnPwIphiI/AAAAAAAAAjg/IH-g98vLzyU/s400/DSC02339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384307612326659618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE PEEPS! RESULTS IN EXACTLY ANHOURS TIME!!&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE BEST&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-8792967311749004327?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/8792967311749004327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=8792967311749004327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/8792967311749004327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/8792967311749004327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-week-isnt-short-i-have-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SrjYjB0OnnI/AAAAAAAAAho/QeBvuI5HwgI/s72-c/%7EOn+drugs1224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-3780483126778525430</id><published>2009-09-21T14:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T15:21:48.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"You Belong With Me"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're on the phone&lt;br /&gt;With your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;She's upset&lt;br /&gt;She's going off about&lt;br /&gt;Something that you said&lt;br /&gt;'cause she doesn't get your humor&lt;br /&gt;Like I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the room&lt;br /&gt;It's a typical Tuesday night&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to the kind of music&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't like&lt;br /&gt;She'll never know your story&lt;br /&gt;Like I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she wears short skirts&lt;br /&gt;I wear t-shirts&lt;br /&gt;She's cheer captain&lt;br /&gt;And I'm on the bleachers&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming about the day&lt;br /&gt;When you wake up and find&lt;br /&gt;That what you're looking for&lt;br /&gt;Has been here the whole time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see&lt;br /&gt;That I'm the one&lt;br /&gt;Who understands you&lt;br /&gt;Been here all along&lt;br /&gt;So why can't you&lt;br /&gt;See you belong with me&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking the streets&lt;br /&gt;With you and your worn out jeans&lt;br /&gt;I can't help thinking&lt;br /&gt;This is how it ought to be&lt;br /&gt;Laughing on a park bench&lt;br /&gt;Thinking to myself&lt;br /&gt;Hey, isn't this easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you've got a smile&lt;br /&gt;That could light up this whole town&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen it in awhile&lt;br /&gt;Since she brought you down&lt;br /&gt;You say you're fine&lt;br /&gt;I know you better than that&lt;br /&gt;Hey what you doing&lt;br /&gt;With a girl like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wears high heels&lt;br /&gt;I wear sneakers&lt;br /&gt;She's cheer captain&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the bleachers&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming about the day&lt;br /&gt;When you wake up and find&lt;br /&gt;That what you're looking for&lt;br /&gt;Has been here the whole time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see&lt;br /&gt;That I'm the one&lt;br /&gt;Who understands you&lt;br /&gt;Been here all along&lt;br /&gt;So why can't you&lt;br /&gt;See you belong with me&lt;br /&gt;Standing by and&lt;br /&gt;Waiting at your backdoor&lt;br /&gt;All this time&lt;br /&gt;How could you not know&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Instrumental]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I remember&lt;br /&gt;You driving to my house&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;When you know you're about to cry&lt;br /&gt;And I know your favorite songs&lt;br /&gt;And you tell me about your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Think I know where you belong&lt;br /&gt;Think I know it's with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see&lt;br /&gt;That I'm the one&lt;br /&gt;Who understands&lt;br /&gt;Been here all along&lt;br /&gt;So why can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought&lt;br /&gt;Just maybe&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-3780483126778525430?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-4920268282297199662</id><published>2009-09-20T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T03:42:45.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Selamat Hari Raya Adilfitri Everybody!! :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Allah i pray,&lt;br /&gt;i ask for your forgiveness for all bad deeds i  have done intentionally, accidentaly.&lt;br /&gt;i pray to you  to become a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, i shall return :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-4920268282297199662?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/4920268282297199662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dun feel like nazreen&lt;br /&gt;i wanna change for the better&lt;br /&gt;god help me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i improved my 2.4km timing:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my mentality character and attitude.&lt;br /&gt;i hatemyself&lt;br /&gt;why bother loving me.&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry if i couldnt keep the promise i made to you&lt;br /&gt;but baby, i promise you one day we will be better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-8764144361842277350?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/8764144361842277350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=8764144361842277350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SqztPPbk5OI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ztUeaVjQg5M/s1600-h/5500_130475727717_714532717_3232195_6372684_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SqztPPbk5OI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ztUeaVjQg5M/s400/5500_130475727717_714532717_3232195_6372684_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380936500896916706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SqzrGAO2oOI/AAAAAAAAAhA/8e0Cj8GkG_s/s1600-h/f5db43b71412a77e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SqzrGAO2oOI/AAAAAAAAAhA/8e0Cj8GkG_s/s400/f5db43b71412a77e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380934143174942946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When Will I Get The Chance To All Smile, Shout and Jump &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;without anything to worry about&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was giving myself second chances,&lt;br /&gt;again and again.&lt;br /&gt;i wan planning to live a carefree life,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go on a long,long holiday&lt;br /&gt;and never turn back.&lt;br /&gt;i want to run and run and run&lt;br /&gt;all my unnecessary troubles away.&lt;br /&gt;S.W.E.A.T  T.H.E.M  O.U.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun feel good enough to stay.&lt;br /&gt;I dun feel like a good daughter to my parents&lt;br /&gt;I dun feel like a good friend&lt;br /&gt;I dun feel like i am important :(&lt;br /&gt;i feel so left out sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Ifeel like i am just some busybody shit otta there to screw up everybody's friends list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling this way, 6 days before raya&lt;br /&gt;i turned to god for an answer. Its time wait.&lt;br /&gt;inshyallah, he answers my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;all i wanna be&lt;br /&gt;a good girl, the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna scream at the top of my lungs, lie on the grass, under the moon, the sun, the stars. you name it. I just wanna do things i have never ever done before in my life.&lt;br /&gt;NEVER EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since sanguines got HIGH EGO.&lt;br /&gt;i dun consider myself unlucky&lt;br /&gt;tell myself " its okay, you will get your turn"&lt;br /&gt;everytime i feel down. i dunnoe how to explain myself.&lt;br /&gt;I dunnoe why i feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward for work and training tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;I miss being myself,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be myself all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shit feeling better get out of me.&lt;br /&gt;as i sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna a good tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;a better one&lt;br /&gt;a great one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer me up,&lt;br /&gt;if you can&lt;br /&gt;i am easily pleased, amused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-2882056607635198318?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/2882056607635198318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=2882056607635198318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/2882056607635198318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/2882056607635198318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-will-i-get-chance-to-all-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SqztPPbk5OI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ztUeaVjQg5M/s72-c/5500_130475727717_714532717_3232195_6372684_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-5346206289012776742</id><published>2009-09-13T03:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T03:02:25.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-han                      I HATE FYP !!! :@ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*after u've eaten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*make sure u get lots of slp again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;reen says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*YUP Y UP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*gonna sleep myslife away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*wake up at 7pm to eat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-han                      I HATE FYP !!! :@ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*its sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*so get ur ample rest ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;reen says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*nooo cannot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-han                      I HATE FYP !!! :@ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*n really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*pls take care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;reen says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-han                      I HATE FYP !!! :@ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;reen says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;* i will!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-han                      I HATE FYP !!! :@ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*nite nites!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;reen says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*i will have to wake up at 1pm!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*ask me why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-han                      I HATE FYP !!! :@ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*me by 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*actually i dun wan ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*but nvm la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*i'll ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;reen says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*Why you dun wanna ask &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*then i dun want to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*but i will say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*must watch Surya movie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*hahahahhaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*my hot and forever hot surya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-5346206289012776742?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/5346206289012776742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=5346206289012776742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/5346206289012776742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/5346206289012776742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2009/09/han-i-hate-fyp-says-haha-after-uve.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21659033.post-2360478200339656488</id><published>2009-09-13T01:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T02:44:36.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am routined for this 2 weeks.:(.&lt;br /&gt;If there isnt training i will label myself as&lt;br /&gt;life-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is...&lt;br /&gt;to confusing to describe. here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its undoubTABle Bonding sesson for Mafn:) love yall.&lt;br /&gt;Its hilarious. Because we get to read and laugh at what 15 year old think of their parents occupation. Seriously It can be " laugh at the top of your lungs" kind of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Its relax-ing. Coders:) we are known for. We get to glue ourselves into the aircon room for 8 hours. and frequently changing the temperature because we got a warmblooded human being who doesnt feel cold at alll!!! Whereas, MAN actaully can froze to death at that kind of temperature. and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;news flash" Aqilah and Nazreen are fasting, we dun have much heat! laugh out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who is the " warm blooded human being"&lt;br /&gt;i have not forgetten my primary school science, " all human being are warmblooded"&lt;br /&gt;but they do get cold right. well Fiona doesnt!! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once&lt;br /&gt;Aqilah and nazreen went to the toilet for along time. they left simaltaneously as Miyane and fiona reached their PEAK OF BOREDOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we returned. This is what we found.&lt;br /&gt;Stickers pasted all over the laptop. Scotchtape stick underneathe our handphone, mouse, pen, and some of it was found on my chair( the sticky part facing on top of course) So that i can get a sticky butt when i seat down? LOL. but i saw it before i sat down! hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats worst. they used rafia string to their our chair together. and we dint realise till we sat down and started rolling. We started laughing goddamned it!! The auditors Walked in at the moment we begin to relax a little. !!! haha. We were still in the midst of giggling. they ask us to share our "results of boredom" with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But working with them is so much more fun! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;We have to record down the start time and end time taken to code 1 school. For eg. 2.45-3.15pm&lt;br /&gt;Miyane and fiona got so turned off that they wrote 2.45 to 3.45. but they finished it at 3.15. and started on another school and recorded it at 3.45-4.45. But they finished it at 3.45. LOLLLLLLLLLLLLL. and they got much time left. Guess what lifted our spirits??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNO!!!! hahaha! HATS OFF FOR M who brought the Uno cards. we then started playing Uno. stress. LOL. We just couldnt hold it any longer. and we dint had any books on our table to show tha we were working our ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amusing part: Someone Knocked on the door. We all STUNNED!! then aqilah quickly throw some books over to my table. when i say THROW, i mean it! LOLS. it was so messy. then since i had my legs fold up. i dint had my sandals on. I walked towards the door without my sandals. Alhamdulilah! it was just some stuffs who wanted to pass the keys to ask. Trust me. We then laugh like siao cc all over there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing we never fail to do During our lunch break: SLEEP!!! and From monday to friday. We have been like sleeping for 2 hours each day? hahah 3 times more our lunch break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SqviVeabCFI/AAAAAAAAAfw/UVA6MuDHP_A/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SqviVeabCFI/AAAAAAAAAfw/UVA6MuDHP_A/s400/Image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380643038393206866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SqviXFOxCLI/AAAAAAAAAgI/VkrCOZu0P9Y/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SqviXFOxCLI/AAAAAAAAAgI/VkrCOZu0P9Y/s400/Image012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380643065993169074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SqviWvOerdI/AAAAAAAAAgA/cpESyd5wrQY/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SqviWvOerdI/AAAAAAAAAgA/cpESyd5wrQY/s400/Image011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380643060086386130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SqviVwbCOGI/AAAAAAAAAf4/JvYq9mXUPPU/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SqviVwbCOGI/AAAAAAAAAf4/JvYq9mXUPPU/s400/Image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380643043227613282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once i was sleeping, when i woke up, i found her underneathe the big table. Wanting to charge her hp. lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SqviXgLI4rI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/uwd62AJvUzI/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SqviXgLI4rI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/uwd62AJvUzI/s400/Image014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380643073225712306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is her face mask. LOLS. results of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SqvjMTnmqnI/AAAAAAAAAgg/FsbOa1FRoCc/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SqvjMTnmqnI/AAAAAAAAAgg/FsbOa1FRoCc/s400/Image024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380643980388510322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Infront of the auditors, they pretend to be serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SqvjL2hlQ8I/AAAAAAAAAgY/hT7XOhAVaCs/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SqvjL2hlQ8I/AAAAAAAAAgY/hT7XOhAVaCs/s400/Image016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380643972578624450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mno, ano, fno, nno, UNO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SqvjMy46T3I/AAAAAAAAAgo/dU-3tPRnXZ8/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SqvjMy46T3I/AAAAAAAAAgo/dU-3tPRnXZ8/s400/Image026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380643988782600050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When i meant she threw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SqvjNTrVOjI/AAAAAAAAAgw/SL5YI-K3Po0/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SqvjNTrVOjI/AAAAAAAAAgw/SL5YI-K3Po0/s400/Image027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380643997584013874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One more week to endure, Out of this 8am torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"1.6km &lt;br /&gt;coach increased my pacing to 2 20. peace. cool! i did 2.18, 2.20. 2.18 2.19.!!!:):)&lt;br /&gt;Strenghtening:0&lt;br /&gt;" 65 minutes right, well done"&lt;br /&gt;"HUH?"&lt;br /&gt;" 10km, you got 65 minutes right or not. good job, keep it up"&lt;br /&gt;Beams:)." (September. 2009,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday o9o9o9&lt;br /&gt;2X 1.6km. run with linger.&lt;br /&gt;We did the first 1.6km o9:o9. cool or what!! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;the second 1.6 o9:07. &lt;br /&gt;coach: you really improve alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:):):):). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheezing!!! Coach dinnoe i was fasting :(&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;Inclined pull up:4.&lt;br /&gt;V-sit up.&lt;br /&gt;Coach ask weijian if counted or not.&lt;br /&gt;and he repeatedly said " no" twice. &lt;br /&gt;i was like " argh" i shouted" go and die la" at him* with smiles. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Then i realise all of them were laughing. loll.&lt;br /&gt;Launches.:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.. its the " your sense of direction is wrong" game!!&lt;br /&gt;Initially, i was like " cfm last. can i just go run 13 rounds and go home" ( there were 13 of us, For everymistake you have to run 1 round)&lt;br /&gt;haha. but i stopped at 3!! hahah. happy can or not! When coach said : Edwin, go) points towards the field) i screamed and jumped in happiness!! hahah. first time sia!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to bugis to breakfast. hahah.:):):) Alfred just cannot keep quiet! LOLS. everytime laugh at me :(. hazwarie also. okay and as usual i cannot eat finish my meal. 5 bucks. haha. i think i ate? 3 or 3.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" the chicken damn big sia"&lt;br /&gt;alfred: make it smaller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;Hazwarie bought orange 100plus from school 7-11. So he ordered ice water. He then refilled it with his 100 plus. hahah. like terrorist hiding something. He made sure no one was looking before he refilled. his cup. Iluma-ed with them. my first time. LOL. arcaded. Reached home at 10.40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday training.&lt;br /&gt;1.7km 2.20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach: there are only 2 groups. alfred, ben kiong, hazwarie. ..... nazreen. the rest another group."&lt;br /&gt;He then turned to me " you will join them for training" LOL. okay! hahah. same distance but different pacing la!! haha. they run at 1.36 per lap leh! hails them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the usually strengthening. striding. 10 times.&lt;br /&gt;MY HANDS!! noted:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;helped them to signed up for the races:)&lt;br /&gt;hopefully no mistakes man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivien came over today.&lt;br /&gt;i told her&lt;br /&gt;" i need sleep" more than a thousand times in a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to all those fast-ters.&lt;br /&gt;Its the last 7 days:) tahan!!&lt;br /&gt;" patient patient"(hazwarie, 2009)&lt;br /&gt;hahah. RAYA ON ITS WAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just clash finish&lt;br /&gt;MANCHESTER UNITED VS TOTTENHAM&lt;br /&gt;3-1 :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their goal was the first minute. nice opening spurs("_)&lt;br /&gt;Anderson, rooney giggs our goalers for tonights match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next rivalry! OUR BIGGEST!&lt;br /&gt;stay tune.&lt;br /&gt;signing out in peace&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;REDDEVIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: SHAH has gone to serve the nation. all the best take care!. i promise to take care of our sayang:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21659033-2360478200339656488?l=shuttlereen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/feeds/2360478200339656488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21659033&amp;postID=2360478200339656488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/2360478200339656488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21659033/posts/default/2360478200339656488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttlereen.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-routined-for-this-2-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Nazreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925229301248368749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1tBZIRANf4M/SqviVeabCFI/AAAAAAAAAfw/UVA6MuDHP_A/s72-c/Image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
