<?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-8934166734365046178</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:19:31.880-08:00</updated><category term='caught redhanded'/><category term='rio:D'/><category term='CIP'/><category term='Sports Day.'/><category term='random'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Survey'/><category term='photos'/><category term='Qils andd Anurah'/><category term='Sunked.'/><category term='Not Just Yet [:'/><category term='Drama'/><category term='Unconsiously'/><category term='boring'/><category term='Girlfriends'/><category term='what if'/><category term='screw you.'/><category term='Melt The Snow.'/><category term='red cross'/><category term='Home Alone'/><category term='Happily Ever After After All .'/><category term='fat'/><category term='Redited and Remixed'/><category term='mirror mirror'/><category term='rcyc &apos;08'/><category term='Happily Never After'/><category term='School'/><category term='Suicidal Thoughts'/><title type='text'>crunked :}</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>236</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-4688465914612444897</id><published>2009-12-13T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T08:00:45.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;artika-tornandscattered.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New blog, new life. You might be surprised. &lt;br /&gt;Its private tho. Ask to be invited :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artika_love.stinks@hotmail.com&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-4688465914612444897?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4688465914612444897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=4688465914612444897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/4688465914612444897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/4688465914612444897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/12/artika-tornandscattered.html' title=''/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-360081822007729787</id><published>2009-06-27T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T04:32:07.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://artika-lovemenot.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://artika-lovemenot.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeapz, I've moved but I shant delete this blog (:&lt;br /&gt;So you don't have to relink me if you dont want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-360081822007729787?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/360081822007729787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=360081822007729787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/360081822007729787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/360081822007729787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/httpartika-lovemenot.html' title=''/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-7870318109258731566</id><published>2009-06-26T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T06:05:52.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Its Always Easier To Be Someone You're Not, Don't You Think ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second post of the day &amp;amp; its the 26th June, time check: 8.32pm&lt;br /&gt;Today's been random but fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at Khairiyah's place, we ate fried rice which she cooked herself &amp;amp; it simply taste delicious and played with her neighbors who were friggin' naughty. After that it seemed like only Azlina &amp;amp; me were doing the project but its okay. Maybe Khairiyah &amp;amp; Nazirah were doing it too but I just didnt see them doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Khairiyah's crib at 5pm with our project halfway done. Yeay I guess. Went to Fajar after that, topped up my prepaid &amp;amp; seriously, I looked so pathetic especially when the rest are using bill. I feel so low yknoww. Harhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah anyways, I dont have to check what's my weight cause obviously I gained weight, again. Sad right ? ): ): ): I cant wait till school reopen when I'll be too busy thinking about food. And I've been rejecting Amira's offer to the gym cause Mommy doesnt allow me &amp;amp; I sooooo friggin regret it ! Gawddd, I remembered the time last year when we went out just the both of us last year for 3 days straight. HAHAHAHA. Gerek uhh kan mira ? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of friends, Azlina told me that there's this idiot who wrote about her on her blog. Get what I'm saying ? The idiot wrote about Azlina on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; blog. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt; refers to the idiot in case anyone's still confused.)&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, lucky thing blog's private. But serious uhh. I hate it when people like wants to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cari gadoh&lt;/span&gt; with my friends though I dont have anything to do with it. Especially when Azlina's a very nice person &amp;amp; would not do anything to hurt anyone eventhough the person's an ass. Someone spammed that idiot's blog. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone&lt;/span&gt; ekh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; *winks* I really feel like continuing but Azlina told me not to. %^£$*&amp;amp;^*$"!*&amp;amp;* !&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna confront her cause its so not worth it &amp;amp; its not my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fight&lt;/span&gt; so yeah. As long as that b*tch doesnt do anything to hurt Azlina, I'm cool with it.&lt;br /&gt;See ? I'm a very nice person yknow. Laugh Out Loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alamak, bloodyhell. Khairiyah, hurry up online can ? Nabei.&lt;br /&gt;ROFL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-7870318109258731566?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7870318109258731566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=7870318109258731566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/7870318109258731566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/7870318109258731566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/2.html' title='#2'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-2255404457768188060</id><published>2009-06-25T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:26:37.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;If nothing lasts forever, then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;true love&lt;/span&gt; isnt real. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Hi Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Currently blogging and waiting for Azlina &amp;amp; Nazirah to arrive. Yeah, I'm at Khairiyah's place now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened actually. Met boyfriend for the last time this month till any other weekend when his finally free from remedials &amp;amp; when I'm meeting Aidil again. Sad right. Went to greenridge after that and bumped into cousins. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K byeeeeeeeee ! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-2255404457768188060?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2255404457768188060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=2255404457768188060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/2255404457768188060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/2255404457768188060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-nothing-lasts-forever-then-true-love.html' title=''/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-8088419124771120037</id><published>2009-06-24T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T04:57:16.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I is Bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;There has never been another minute of a day when I'm not thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SkNe3APLQ0I/AAAAAAAABDM/VH2HBP8HT4c/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%282536%29-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SkNe3APLQ0I/AAAAAAAABDM/VH2HBP8HT4c/s320/PicturePerfect%282536%29-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351225081295749954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was simply fun ! Nazirah missed the fun lah, seriously. So yeah, we're almost finished with our project. K, not almost uhhh but we are left with just a few parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SkNe2561GYI/AAAAAAAABDE/SSBWJNb7Wsw/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%282535%29-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SkNe2561GYI/AAAAAAAABDE/SSBWJNb7Wsw/s320/PicturePerfect%282535%29-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351225079599798658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woke up this morning &amp;amp; yeah I was like the earliest after my Aunt &amp;amp; Uncle went off to work. Heheheheh. Then urm while everyone was still asleep, I stuffed myself with biscuits in the kitchen. *evil grins* What can I say ? I was bored. Eheheheheheheheheheheheheh.&lt;br /&gt;After everyone finally woked up, I bathed ate breakfast, watched tv, blogged and went to meet Khairiyah &amp;amp; Azlina at the library. Boyfriend came soon after. camwhored, talktalk and yeah did the necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SkNehvTm00I/AAAAAAAABC8/u41PT7xC9t4/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%282538%29-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SkNehvTm00I/AAAAAAAABC8/u41PT7xC9t4/s320/PicturePerfect%282538%29-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351224715973677890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Boyfriend &amp;amp; me headed off to Garden Plaza while Khairiyah sent Azlina to BP LRT. Yeah, I'm sure boyfriend had a good time bullying me. Apparently there were a lot of people starring. Serious shit seyy, I hate people who stares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SkNehdPYB7I/AAAAAAAABC0/ZNZkCSkycKI/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%282527%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SkNehdPYB7I/AAAAAAAABC0/ZNZkCSkycKI/s320/PicturePerfect%282527%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351224711124092850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah after that was Mac Donalds then lepak-ed. Kk, byeeeeeeeeeeee !&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/8934166734365046178-8088419124771120037?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8088419124771120037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=8088419124771120037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/8088419124771120037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/8088419124771120037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/there-has-never-been-another-minute-of.html' title='I is Bored.'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SkNe3APLQ0I/AAAAAAAABDM/VH2HBP8HT4c/s72-c/PicturePerfect%282536%29-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-2633969166953553686</id><published>2009-06-24T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:38:26.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you always seem so wrong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;If You're Not Too Long, I'll Wait For You All For The Rest Of My Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life can never be the same, always. Cause everyday's a different day.&lt;br /&gt;Things Change, People Change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Educate them from their mistake, Let them know what they've become.&lt;br /&gt;Still, love them for who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Girlfriends, what are you thinking of lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8934166734365046178-2633969166953553686?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2633969166953553686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=2633969166953553686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/2633969166953553686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/2633969166953553686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-youre-not-too-long-ill-wait-for-you.html' title='you always seem so wrong.'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-7954046259468432716</id><published>2009-06-24T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:38:58.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cause i'm always me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;For You, I'll Swim Across The River Of Time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SkH_-uOJw_I/AAAAAAAABCs/L09pKTmeUyU/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%282393%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SkH_-uOJw_I/AAAAAAAABCs/L09pKTmeUyU/s320/PicturePerfect%282393%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350839285317223410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right Here, Right Now, With You.&lt;br /&gt;What Anyone Else Thinks Doesnt Matter.&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/8934166734365046178-7954046259468432716?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7954046259468432716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=7954046259468432716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/7954046259468432716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/7954046259468432716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-you-ill-swim-across-river-of-time.html' title='cause i&apos;m always me'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SkH_-uOJw_I/AAAAAAAABCs/L09pKTmeUyU/s72-c/PicturePerfect%282393%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-560043981276437032</id><published>2009-06-23T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T07:09:37.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;There's More To You, Then Just Your Sweet Words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures again. Life's been boring in fact. Actually no lah. Last two days were awesome sia !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Regent Sec yesterday &amp;amp; today. Yes Mr Mathanson, your old school -.-" Anddanddd I like the school yknow ! With the Vending Machines &amp;amp; omg the toilets are nice ! The ones near the canteen were. The school looks quite exactly like mine. Abit only. But yar lor, I like the toilet :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The workshop on the first day was no doubt, boring. Serz, Boring with the capital B ! 2nd day was muchmuch better &amp;amp; the presentation was such a failure but oh so funny ! Thenn on both days I finally get to meet Boyfriend &amp;amp; Aidil. Gawddd, I miss them both :) Yeah, Lot 1 with Girlfriends &amp;amp; the 2 dudes were really friggin' awesome &amp;amp; I didnt want to go home, SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, outing to Lot 1 with Girlfriends which simply means I walked home the looong way &amp;amp; unlike some people I sent boyfriend to Segar LRT ^^&lt;br /&gt;Plusplus Nazirah didnt come today (blinkin' hell btol). Huda &amp;amp; A. Putra didnt come also. But Putra's sister was there. She remembers me well eventhough I didnt recognise her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, currently chatting with Boyfriend &amp;amp; Elmo. I'm in the friggin' mood to make Elmo happy for once today :D See, I told you I can be a nice person. Heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andd uhhhhhhhh yeah thats all from me. I'll be meeting Boyfriend again soon. Yeay :D&lt;br /&gt;Gnight !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-560043981276437032?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/560043981276437032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=560043981276437032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/560043981276437032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/560043981276437032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/seriously.html' title='Seriously.'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-9086648943781828521</id><published>2009-06-22T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T05:32:41.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rio:D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Random-er</title><content type='html'>Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I cant see, Girlfriend. :D lol.&lt;br /&gt;haha, no you dun look ugly.&lt;br /&gt;you're pretty/beautiful, i mean beyond words. :]&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing.&lt;br /&gt;hahaahahahaa.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love You Girlfriend. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS im ur Boyfriend. :D(FYI)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-9086648943781828521?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/9086648943781828521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=9086648943781828521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/9086648943781828521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/9086648943781828521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-er.html' title='Random-er'/><author><name>Rio Haikaludin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JKntihH68WY/Twki0kcqcbI/AAAAAAAAAsk/BIbDS_mhiys/s220/373907_10150489943059361_761104360_8202853_1253216999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-2610270974015707206</id><published>2009-06-22T02:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T03:04:11.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;If I change, will you still love me for what I've become? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girlfriends&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Boyfriend, this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was, beyond words. I'm feeling,&lt;br /&gt;happy, satisfied, worried, sad, excited, curious, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving two groups of people I have in my life now &amp;amp; I would like it to stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;No more betrayals &amp;amp; jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thats left to say is that I love you both no matter how much attention I give to anybody (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-2610270974015707206?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2610270974015707206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=2610270974015707206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/2610270974015707206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/2610270974015707206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-i-change-will-you-still-love-me-for.html' title=''/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-5522910926446312098</id><published>2009-06-21T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T06:27:54.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insecured.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;There wouldn't be any Swine Flu if we had treated the pigs better.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-Jim Carrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sj4uWIIthRI/AAAAAAAABCQ/hPic_uanmk4/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%282506%29-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sj4uWIIthRI/AAAAAAAABCQ/hPic_uanmk4/s320/PicturePerfect%282506%29-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349764365038748946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm back &amp;amp; I swear I missed everyone especially girlfriends &amp;amp; boyfriend of course. I didn't do anything much there except watched Hanna Montana The Movie which was okay. There was lots of durians but I didn't eat much. And the kittens have grown. Yeah that was, boring. And yeap, I've got a new haircut &amp;amp; hey! I've got a fringe now &amp;amp; Nazirah cant insult me anymore. Yeayeay. Reached home, went for the haircut which costs $12. Like wth right ? Just for a pathetic haircut &amp;amp; it doesnt even look really nice. After the haircut, bathed, rest &amp;amp; went to Plaza. I met Shahirul there &amp;amp; that dude's getting taller every time I see him. Reached Plaza, met Khairiyah then walkwalk. Watched the Youth Extravaganza thing, met Elmo &amp;amp; went home before 10pm. I couldnt wait for Sleeq lah. Sad right ? ): The next day was obviously today. Yeah I went back from Malaysia yesterday &amp;amp; its as if I havent blog for so looong. Oh, what the heck am I talking about like duhh I havent been blogging -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sj4uu0oEvuI/AAAAAAAABCY/W-YlclMW2zw/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%282504%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sj4uu0oEvuI/AAAAAAAABCY/W-YlclMW2zw/s320/PicturePerfect%282504%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349764789298314978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god no one spammed. I havent have any idea whose the "spacegay" but nevermind. Oh &amp;amp; I watched the MTV Movie Awards a few days back &amp;amp; yeay to twilight for winning the Best Movie. And Jim Carrey was so the hillarious man. Anddd uhmm yeah finally Ashley Tisdale won something &amp;amp; no surprise that Zac Effron did too. Robert Pattinson won a lot of awards &amp;amp; the girl did also. What else uhh ? Yar thats all. Today went to Bukit Timah Plaza &amp;amp; saw Azrina there, working.  She's getting prettier now, seriously. Well all my Primary School friends are getting prettier now no doubt. HEH. Alright moving on, I've just read a few plurks &amp;amp; I'm really effing fed-up with something/someone. Golly, nevermind I guess. Just ask me if you bother. I'm not going to complain online. Its childish dont you think ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just go through your plurks &amp;amp; read your responses, boyfriend. "Shit Happens" Familiar ?&lt;br /&gt;Gnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-5522910926446312098?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5522910926446312098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=5522910926446312098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/5522910926446312098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/5522910926446312098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/insecured.html' title='Insecured.'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sj4uWIIthRI/AAAAAAAABCQ/hPic_uanmk4/s72-c/PicturePerfect%282506%29-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-6396219251709874586</id><published>2009-06-17T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T06:34:57.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Without Betrayal, There Isn't Love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyyyyyy. Hiiiiiiii man! Miss me not ? :D&lt;br /&gt;Today was sooooo the gerekkkkkkkkkkk !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing's first, boyfriend borrowed me his SIM card since mine's been confiscated. Go figure my new number lah yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright today you may ask? Was supposed to meet at school but our uniforms for AYG have not arrived yet. So I met boyfriend first &amp;amp; I was late as usual. HEHEH. He bought me breakfast but I wasnt hungry so he ended up eating it -.-" HMMMMMM. Walkwalk at Lot 1 &amp;amp; it's so friggin boring. Met the rest at the Bus Interchange &amp;amp; oh, I saw Adi's ex/girlfriend whatever uh. Zul * Asmida was extremely late but nehmind. In the bus boyfriend was rather quiet &amp;amp; friends sat behind so I pretty much missed all the jokes from Zul. The journey was like friggin' loooooooong &amp;amp; Idayu who took the train reached first. Alamak. Dropped of at SGH. K yeah then it was me who was supposed to get the flu jap but in the end I was the 5th. Quite painful then expected. Serious shit siol. After that I told boyfriend to go home since he wasnt well. So the rest &amp;amp; me went to Plaza Singapura &amp;amp; ate Pizza Hut ! Yayayayay. Oh, except Carine &amp;amp; Roslyana who ate at LJS. We've got a discount since Asmida's working at KFC. Baek per ? Yeah, it was fun. Walkwalk, discussed about Fancy Footdrill then went home. I should hang out with them more often :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddd yeay, Shafeeqa darling saved me from boredom again (:&lt;br /&gt;I'll do it some other time. But thanks hotstuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious shit uhh, I miss girlfriends seyy.&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, I'll be going to Melaka tmr morning. So yeah tag don't spam ekh. Specially applied to my Laughing Gases who spammed me last year when I went off to KL. Nabei !&lt;br /&gt;Klau yer pon nk spam tarok uhh, "Artika, you rock!" ker "I miss you!" ker. HAHAHA. Siak jer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-6396219251709874586?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6396219251709874586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=6396219251709874586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/6396219251709874586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/6396219251709874586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/without-betrayal-there-isnt-love.html' title=''/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-7765518190325891359</id><published>2009-06-15T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T07:30:25.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Even at the worst of times, the only thing that'll make me feel better would be knowing that you still care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Hello Hello Hey Hi.&lt;br /&gt;No pictures today though I had a friggin fantastic time with Girlfriends today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azlina, Khairiyah &amp;amp; Nazirah came over to do our Maths Project &amp;amp; its friggin harder then we thought. Calculating's fine but finding infos, seriously sometimes the Internet is irritating. It gives us too much information sometimes. Camwhored a little then ate. Talktalk then we went Greenridge to buy some stuffs. Yeah, that was my afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Went out for dinner after that &amp;amp; I never felt more pissed off with my parents before. But nevermind about that. I'm trying hard to forget about it. Whatever it is boyfriend/Girlfies still accepts me for who I am :) Ate at Pastamania. I was quiet. I'd rather keep my mouth shut at a time like that cause I tend to say something stupid &amp;amp; daddy will give me the look. So yeah. After dinner, bought the Top that I've been craving for. Yes Khairiyah the vintage/checkered top from This Fashion with the zip on it. HARHAR. For once I bought something first before her. After that bought Yani's nail polish. Yeah, I cant believe it either that Yani's wearing Nail Polish now. Then ate ice-cream. No lah, I didnt. Daddy &amp;amp; Yani did. Bought cookies &amp;amp; I'm saving mine for tomorrow. Yeah, that was pretty much my day. Short but detailed. Happy ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll be going off to Melaka this Thursday which simply means I cant celebrate m first month with Boyfriend ): Look on the bright side, I'm meeting him on Wednesday. Yay :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gnight :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-7765518190325891359?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7765518190325891359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=7765518190325891359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/7765518190325891359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/7765518190325891359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/even-at-worst-of-times-only-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-3342726748362288331</id><published>2009-06-14T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T05:10:26.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;It is impossible to love and be wise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I cant really describe my day today. It was friggin' fun! Went swimming at Jurong, we ran after a bus &amp;amp; we ate Famous Amos! Oh, at least Nisa &amp;amp; I did. Khairiyah ate Chewy somethingsomething. Bought the blackblack cookies. Thats what I love most about them. They're the least stingy &amp;amp; selfish friend I have. Very nice yknow! Oh, before that we had lunch at Banquet. Yeah, then walkwalk &amp;amp; we saw this really dope top at This Fashion. Nice oyoyoyoyoy! Nicer than the one I saw at Bugis. After that continued window shopping &amp;amp; I was friggin glad I got to meet boyfriend. Walkwalk again &amp;amp; my feet seriously felt like coming off. Then after walking a lot, went outside to sit a while &amp;amp; camwhored a bit until mommy gave me a call asking me to go home. Oh, &amp;amp; I saw this you-know-who at Jurong Point. She was like starring at us man urgh ! Khairiyah stepping seyy want to confront her. HARHAR. After that, boyfriend treated me Double Chocolate Frappe, yay.&lt;br /&gt;K back to the point, in the train boyfriend was insulting me &amp;amp; showing me all the lame looks. Irritating. he sent me home, well at least until Segar. Reach home, washed my swimming costume, ate, insult Yani &amp;amp; blog. So yeah that was my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SjTZ0FlS12I/AAAAAAAABBo/HkPJtF3zUew/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%282406%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SjTZ0FlS12I/AAAAAAAABBo/HkPJtF3zUew/s320/PicturePerfect%282406%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347138146470647650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SjTaFzdRqSI/AAAAAAAABCA/BKQFSkFEIMI/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%282409%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SjTaFzdRqSI/AAAAAAAABCA/BKQFSkFEIMI/s320/PicturePerfect%282409%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347138450842822946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SjTZ0JS7kmI/AAAAAAAABBw/ulXendOY06Q/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%282407%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SjTZ0JS7kmI/AAAAAAAABBw/ulXendOY06Q/s320/PicturePerfect%282407%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347138147467367010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SjTab-Gk__I/AAAAAAAABCI/AASSDBfIx4o/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%282411%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SjTab-Gk__I/AAAAAAAABCI/AASSDBfIx4o/s320/PicturePerfect%282411%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347138831657533426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yay, another survey :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The phone rings. What is your ring tone?&lt;br /&gt;♥Secret Valentine-We The Kings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you go anywhere yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;♥ Neh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who was the last person you shared beds with?&lt;br /&gt;♥ Naddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;♥ Double Chocolate :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Does the person you like know that you like them?&lt;br /&gt;♥ yupz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Last time you talked to your mom?&lt;br /&gt;♥ No One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Where are you right now?&lt;br /&gt;♥Playroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you HAD to kiss the last person you kissed, would you?&lt;br /&gt;♥ yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite gadget in the kitchen?&lt;br /&gt;♥ Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite pie?&lt;br /&gt;♥ Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;♥ tied up in a bun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where's the last place you walked to?&lt;br /&gt;♥ kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Last time you had a sleepover?&lt;br /&gt;♥ last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Latest you stayed up in the past week?&lt;br /&gt;♥ 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;♥ chatting .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Have you been in a car accident?&lt;br /&gt;♥ secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is the last thing you said aloud?&lt;br /&gt;♥ idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who's the 1st person on your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;♥Boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What did the last text message you received say?&lt;br /&gt;♥Love You (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Last time you went to church?&lt;br /&gt;♥ Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Story behind your friendster song?&lt;br /&gt;♥ nothing .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What's bothering you right now?&lt;br /&gt;♥ Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESCRIBE YOUR:&lt;br /&gt;23.Wallet?&lt;br /&gt;♥ PINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.Eyes?&lt;br /&gt;♥ black .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Life?&lt;br /&gt;♥difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;26.Doing this weekend to come?&lt;br /&gt;♥ don't knw .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.Wearing?&lt;br /&gt;♥ shirt &amp;amp; shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.Wanting?&lt;br /&gt;♥ Own Room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.Listening to?&lt;br /&gt;♥ nothing .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.What do you smell?&lt;br /&gt;♥nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.Do you sleep naked?&lt;br /&gt;♥HAHAH. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.Do you like seafood?&lt;br /&gt;♥ okok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.Do you remember your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;♥I dream that I could fly &amp;amp; breathe underwater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.Do you consider yourself a study freak?&lt;br /&gt;♥ no .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.Do you speak another language other than English?&lt;br /&gt;♥ French uhh. HAHAHA. Malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.What did you do yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;♥ lepak, at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.What do you love doing?&lt;br /&gt;♥ anything when I'm with my friends/boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.Orange or apple juice?&lt;br /&gt;♥ apple .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.Who were the last people you went out to lunch with?&lt;br /&gt;♥Khairyah &amp;amp; Nisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.Last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;♥ Cannot remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K byeeeeeeeeee !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-3342726748362288331?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3342726748362288331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=3342726748362288331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/3342726748362288331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/3342726748362288331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=':]'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SjTZ0FlS12I/AAAAAAAABBo/HkPJtF3zUew/s72-c/PicturePerfect%282406%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-5152965830471186283</id><published>2009-06-13T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:34:33.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SjNWeDgLEII/AAAAAAAABBQ/ZSkjBWRGGEA/s1600-h/Boyfriend..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SjNWeDgLEII/AAAAAAAABBQ/ZSkjBWRGGEA/s320/Boyfriend..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346712256955224194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its No Surprise That I Didnt Need To Wait For You All My Life.&lt;br /&gt;Cause You've Always Been There :]&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/8934166734365046178-5152965830471186283?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5152965830471186283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=5152965830471186283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/5152965830471186283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/5152965830471186283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/love.html' title='Love ;'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SjNWeDgLEII/AAAAAAAABBQ/ZSkjBWRGGEA/s72-c/Boyfriend..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-7412377593981670072</id><published>2009-06-12T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T01:30:43.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;There's More To A Person Than Just Beauty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SjNOdRTnsFI/AAAAAAAABBI/0BDpQfa6LWs/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%282401%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SjNOdRTnsFI/AAAAAAAABBI/0BDpQfa6LWs/s320/PicturePerfect%282401%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346703447387779154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;S&gt;Mer&lt;/S&gt;lion right ? HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up today, on the floor! Yeah, I fell off from bed when I was asleep &amp;amp; I didn't notice. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a very boring day. Spent the whole day blog-walking &amp;amp; a lot of people are criticizing others on their blog &amp;amp; I cant help but laugh! Mean right? :D The insults are just so damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be going swimming at Jurong with the usual girlfriend who never has anything to do at home, Khairiyah andand a few others as well. Will be going out with boyfriend next week, yay. And will be having the bloody street sale on the 19th. $10 per ticket ? Giler per. Who want to buy seyy. Whatever, I just want my Fund Raising Silver badge since I wont be getting one for Footdrill Silver ): Not a coincidence that only those who went to NDP last year passed right? :0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-7412377593981670072?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7412377593981670072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=7412377593981670072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/7412377593981670072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/7412377593981670072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/beautiful-soul.html' title='Beautiful Soul'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SjNOdRTnsFI/AAAAAAAABBI/0BDpQfa6LWs/s72-c/PicturePerfect%282401%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-6028764661429071467</id><published>2009-06-11T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:28:13.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stay my baby</title><content type='html'>December's Repeating Itself ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant seem to find the reason why I still need your assurance every minute of a day.&lt;br /&gt;And when I thought it wasn't always about us, I realized its always about me. I'm Sorry ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-6028764661429071467?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6028764661429071467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=6028764661429071467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/6028764661429071467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/6028764661429071467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/stay-my-baby.html' title='stay my baby'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-6384825151609222131</id><published>2009-06-11T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T04:52:55.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friggin' Fun.</title><content type='html'>Today's outing was superb I tell you! Not as superb as the time we went to Orchard but yeah, still fun. Of course, it'll be much better if Amira &amp;amp; Liana were around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day started off by waking at 6.30am. Friggin' early right? I just woke up all of a sudden &amp;amp; I couldn't get back to sleep. Watched tv awhile, bathed, cleaned. The usual boring morning routine. Then, I was 15mins late. HEHEH. Weirdly, Nazirah &amp;amp; I arrived first &amp;amp; Khairiyah &amp;amp; Khadijah were friggin late! Hence, we missed the first few parts of the movie. Plus, I had to pay for their movie ticket! Grrrrr. Atleast they paid back but Khairiyah still owes me 5 bucks since that friggin' night cycling thing! We watched "Monsters Vs Aliens" btw. Not as good as many people said it was but still okay. Andddd vvvvvvvvv funny! After that, headed off to town but otw there, we dropped off Yani at Naddy's place. Nazirah was like disturbing the rest and I almost ROFL. Otw, surprised visit by Maziah. Dropped off at Bugis and went window shopping at Bugis Street. Cant afford Bugis Junction lah. EHEHEH.&lt;br /&gt;Theres this really HOTHOTHEAT Vintage top I waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaant! I almost cried there man. Crying inside lah. Not the wiping-tears-rolling-over-cheek thing. And guy shirts are much more nicer. I mean the female clothes are alright but I'll look so cheap/slutty. And $10 for just one pathetic singlet ? Serious or whatt ? OMG mannn. But the shoes there are nice. Had lunch after that at M Donalds. I told them my stupid joke/story Aqilah told me &amp;amp; I died laughing to myself cause its just to friggin' funny to tell but in the end the rest dont get it. Kaninaaaaaa! Speaking of Kaninaaaa, Khairiyah just bought a new hp! TSKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! Fishmonger btol. I cant get a new phone till end of next year sia wthell. K nehmind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Bugis, went to Penisula where I finally bought that bag. YAYAYAY. I didnt buy the same bag as Nazirah &amp;amp; Khairiyah cause its just not my type. HEH. So I bought a different one. Boyfriend &amp;amp; his clans doesnt like the camera bags but heh, sorry bby but I love my new bag! (Not as much as I love you though :]) After Peninsula, headed to idk what this place is called &amp;amp; we had such a laugh there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SjDqE_ZxbbI/AAAAAAAABA4/OnjRoDVOH3g/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%282391%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SjDqE_ZxbbI/AAAAAAAABA4/OnjRoDVOH3g/s320/PicturePerfect%282391%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346030129148685746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SjDqEpKjTkI/AAAAAAAABAw/vqrKPny75TA/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%282393%29+edited+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SjDqEpKjTkI/AAAAAAAABAw/vqrKPny75TA/s320/PicturePerfect%282393%29+edited+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346030123179265602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SjDpH47LOzI/AAAAAAAABAo/585hs1_jg3k/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%282390%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SjDpH47LOzI/AAAAAAAABAo/585hs1_jg3k/s320/PicturePerfect%282390%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346029079437720370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SjDoW-82X4I/AAAAAAAABAg/IsbW59x4N6o/s1600-h/Fahrenheit001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SjDoW-82X4I/AAAAAAAABAg/IsbW59x4N6o/s320/Fahrenheit001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346028239241764738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Our Glorious Dead", sungguh tak perlu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Never buy anymore MAC liquid eyeliners. They arent so waterproof as Erlyyana said they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was spending more time adjusting my eyeliner. (Adjusting?HAH!) Nazirah was like, "Dah tk ya nak melawa lah. Satu dunia ni dah tau kau ader mataer". Laugh Out Loud ekh katek. Sungguh tak masuk akal kerana hanya kawan-kawan &amp;amp; sedara aku sahaja yang tau. CHEYYYYYYYYYYYYY! Artika step speaking konon. Talk before you speak ekh! Oh, I mean think before you speak :DDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went to Naddy's place while the rest went to Jurong Point &amp;amp; Nazirah went home. Yepzzzzzz, today's friggin' awesome !&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sleeping over at Naddy's. Isnt that great? :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-6384825151609222131?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6384825151609222131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=6384825151609222131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/6384825151609222131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/6384825151609222131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/friggin-fun.html' title='Friggin&apos; Fun.'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SjDqE_ZxbbI/AAAAAAAABA4/OnjRoDVOH3g/s72-c/PicturePerfect%282391%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-5293556684290870558</id><published>2009-06-10T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T04:46:48.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're the reason why i'm still breathing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Si-WnsOKYZI/AAAAAAAABAY/CL9eoG-8wOA/s1600-h/DSC00778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Si-WnsOKYZI/AAAAAAAABAY/CL9eoG-8wOA/s320/DSC00778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345656891341693330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Bloghoppers !&lt;br /&gt;Currently watching&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Spongebob Squarepants &lt;/span&gt;on Nickelodeon. Funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing through my Archives and pretty stunned or should I say surprised that I've really changed a lot. No more slitting and all those childish &amp;amp; "attention seeker" stuffs. Despite the heavy problems I went through for the last few years, life was really more relaxing then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's really tough. I mean yeah for the first 2 years I've been taking 8  subjects in a semester and I'm only taking 7 this year. I'm failing almost every Common Tests &amp;amp; I haven't got any distinctions yet. Its really hard to be the top in class now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got 22 points for my EMB3 which is really not at all good cause mommy wants me to get less than 10 in my N Levels because many people have been doing very well for their N Levels. As for daddy, his really against me wanting to go to ITE. At least students from ITE still gets to go to school right? Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;I mean yeah, given a choice I dont want to go there either but I just dont mind studying in ITE. I'm not even sure if I still wanna take Health Sciences after I graduate. My sciences really sucks ! The best subject I did was POA and yeah, being an accountant is cool I guess but during an economic crisis, neh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? My future's affected just because of my stupid results I get during my Upper Secondary School Exams &amp;amp; I havent even go through the rest of my years here. My Mid Year was really badly done. Badly as in vvvvvvvvvvv badly! I guess I've got to try harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point, yeah I'm obviously not the same person I was a year ago. Although I've still got haters, I pretty much dont care about them. Actually, I've got to thank them. Those sarcastic compliments &amp;amp; insults. Yeah, I wasnt aware that there are such snotty people out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeapzzzzzzz. Life's Good after all (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-5293556684290870558?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5293556684290870558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=5293556684290870558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/5293556684290870558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/5293556684290870558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/youre-reason-why-im-still-breathing.html' title='you&apos;re the reason why i&apos;m still breathing.'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Si-WnsOKYZI/AAAAAAAABAY/CL9eoG-8wOA/s72-c/DSC00778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-3936126974926390852</id><published>2009-06-09T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T01:15:58.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>keep holding on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Si9rtjMtlEI/AAAAAAAABAQ/XSK2St_3-Us/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%282373%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Si9rtjMtlEI/AAAAAAAABAQ/XSK2St_3-Us/s320/PicturePerfect%282373%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345609712998913090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact&lt;/span&gt;: One day when you're older &amp;amp; you found your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rotten&lt;/span&gt; blog, you'll realize that it is the small mistakes you've made in the past which made you become the person you are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everyday is a new chapter. Learn from yesterday, think of tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's more to life I've yet to discover.&lt;br /&gt;&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/8934166734365046178-3936126974926390852?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3936126974926390852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=3936126974926390852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/3936126974926390852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/3936126974926390852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/youre-reason-im-still-breathing.html' title='keep holding on'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Si9rtjMtlEI/AAAAAAAABAQ/XSK2St_3-Us/s72-c/PicturePerfect%282373%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-7941327758622136618</id><published>2009-06-08T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:50:36.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Si3kp1ALm4I/AAAAAAAABAA/Ri8eTIU9sys/s1600-h/n1161006191_30492801_2494771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Si3kp1ALm4I/AAAAAAAABAA/Ri8eTIU9sys/s320/n1161006191_30492801_2494771.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345179740012256130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private, not private. Private, not private. Private, not private.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everyone's right about me. I'm too fickle minded. Thought about it last night uhhh then quickly messaged Elmo to help me make it private. Cause 2 years ago daddy read my blog and I was attached that time so yeah. He obviously knows from there. SHITXZXZ. But nehmind lah hor. I dont expect anyone to view it. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, thanks Elmo for helping me make my blog private.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I helped her to do her blogskin. Go see Go see ! Should behave more like her yknoww. Not fussy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawdd, I'm so bored lahhhhh. Should I delete my friendster not? Anddd Facebook? I havent logged in to it since forever. Speaking of which, daddy has a facebook. Laugh Out Loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Si3lMp5F1DI/AAAAAAAABAI/xmsP4b7UTDw/s1600-h/Jiwe..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Si3lMp5F1DI/AAAAAAAABAI/xmsP4b7UTDw/s320/Jiwe..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345180338325148722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sighs* I miss going to weddings. Lucky one of my Cousin's getting married soon. Yeeeeeeeea! Thathat time right, HAHAH. Funny. K yeah, that time I borrowed Amira's hair straightener just for that one day. Andddandd HAHAH another time I was the kendarat person. Yeahyeah thenthen Heroine &amp;amp; her family was there &amp;amp; I was like HAHAHAH. It turns out that her mum &amp;amp; mine were best friends in Secondary School. Small world right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andandd see? Nadiah &amp;amp; Hanim have dimples ): Andandd their cheek bones are high. TSKKKK. No resemblance right? Me &amp;amp; them. We look friggin different. I look more like my cousins from my daddy's side. So the tall &amp;amp; so the dark. They're pretty though. Anddd I scrouch my nose all the time especially when I'm angry &amp;amp; when I'm having a cold andddanddd people like it when I get angry. Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is right, when the 3 of us smile, eyebags can be seen. Especially mine. Rightrightrightttt? I feel soo ugly nownanana. K, bye uhh. I wanna play Sims. HEHEH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-7941327758622136618?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7941327758622136618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=7941327758622136618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/7941327758622136618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/7941327758622136618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/private-not-private.html' title=''/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Si3kp1ALm4I/AAAAAAAABAA/Ri8eTIU9sys/s72-c/n1161006191_30492801_2494771.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-2940406136313054971</id><published>2009-06-08T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T08:04:42.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even Ogres get Scared.&lt;br /&gt;Currently watching Shrek The Third. HAHAH. Funny siaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just came back from the SANA course at Sengkang there. And yeaay I passed ! *clapclap* So whats left would be the results for the Role Play &amp;amp; Online Project. So the leceh.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it was so the fun. Not that boring as many people said it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andanddanddd Wednesday would be the auditions for fancy footdrill &amp;amp; I'm not going because I tend to fall sick lah so yeah. ANDANDANDD AYG briefing postponed to 27 June. Which simply means we're still in. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I'm feeling so happy today. First, I passed the written tests which I thought I wouldn't. Second, I'm still a volunteer for AYG. Isn't it great? And i laughed during the course until I cried. The lecturer was so the funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K lah, thats all I guess. I'm feeling so tempted to change my blogskin. I havent have anything much to do so uhhh yeah. No lah, for the sake of you people who always ask me "ekh, why never invite me" or "why your blog private?". -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urghhh, I'm feeling so bored nananana. I miss my girlfriends nananana. Speaking of which, I'll be meeting them this Thursday to catch a movie. Yayayayay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still thinking of what to say nananana. I'm just waiting for boyfriend to go online right nanana. And oh, he is nananana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cant find the reason why ducky doesnt like being called "Angmoh" nananana. I think freckles are CUTE nanananah. K i'm just being random lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddd Laugh Out Loud to the Passerby ! AHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, i gtg right nanana. Byeeeeeeeeeeee nananah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered that my parents can read my blog and it saves me from spammers also. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-2940406136313054971?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2940406136313054971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=2940406136313054971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/2940406136313054971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/2940406136313054971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/even-ogres-get-scared.html' title=''/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-8658728749281906130</id><published>2009-06-06T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T06:52:04.143-07:00</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/_unLXw2NQog0/SitR2IlRkLI/AAAAAAAAA_w/1NLZbRWmsBU/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%282336%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SitR2IlRkLI/AAAAAAAAA_w/1NLZbRWmsBU/s320/PicturePerfect%282336%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344455373263835314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love. You wont find it cause it'll come to you. Its more than replying every messages sent,&lt;br /&gt;answering every call &amp;amp; saying "I Love You".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SitR2ZhYhOI/AAAAAAAAA_4/s4RkeTWwoOk/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%282339%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SitR2ZhYhOI/AAAAAAAAA_4/s4RkeTWwoOk/s320/PicturePerfect%282339%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344455377810916578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not writing this because things between me &amp;amp; boyfriend aren't going well.&lt;br /&gt;We're doing great actually.&lt;br /&gt;Its just that I had a small flashback last night between friends &amp;amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;Andd about me being a third party all those shit. Well, I'm glad&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel the same way i did last time. Gawd, i went through hell when&lt;br /&gt;I was in that situation then. Its like I'm losing everything by being&lt;br /&gt;friends with her. To that person yknoww what I'm talking about cause&lt;br /&gt;you're the only person who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SitR2Mm0j1I/AAAAAAAAA_o/L9au8VpSgNM/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%282334%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SitR2Mm0j1I/AAAAAAAAA_o/L9au8VpSgNM/s320/PicturePerfect%282334%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344455374344064850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I shant elaborate about this. I'm just glad that things are different now and&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy with my life as it is. I've got a boyfriend who says he cares&lt;br /&gt;for me a million times before &amp;amp; has proves it a million times since then. And I've still&lt;br /&gt;got those friends whom I've went through thick &amp;amp; thin with and never leaves me.&lt;br /&gt;Life's good after all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Humans. We never appreciate what we have now till we loose it.&lt;br /&gt;♥, revenge isnt the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to be random. Remember the survey I did a few days back ? I had to ask boyfriend stupid questions to get honest results. HAHAHAR. &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test77.aspx"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;/p&gt; Your sweetheart is an artist through and through. He is very sensitive and likes his privacy, which  explains why he does not talk too much. However, he is very sincere and serious about you and your  relationship, as well as life in general. You are lucky to have him as a boyfriend. He enjoys travel  to places of natural beauty, reveling in calm and isolated spots. If you're heading away on a trip,  take some good books to read. To keep the friendship sparkling, you also have to be sincere and sensitive.  You should also be careful of things you say because he takes both criticism and praise very seriously.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ins style="border: medium none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; display: inline-table; height: 60px; position: relative; visibility: visible; width: 468px;"&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-8658728749281906130?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8658728749281906130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=8658728749281906130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/8658728749281906130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/8658728749281906130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/yo-waddup-dawg-k-merepek.html' title=''/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SitR2IlRkLI/AAAAAAAAA_w/1NLZbRWmsBU/s72-c/PicturePerfect%282336%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-8844161943015168331</id><published>2009-06-06T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T04:01:54.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently at Couzies's &amp;amp; so freaking bored since everyone's asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Sophia's sleepover at my place was spectacular! Veryyy the fun I tell you. Kay nothing much on the first night but second night was funn! Was on the phone with Nazirah and I had her on speaker. Sophia was talking to her and saying, "I'm Sophia but the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bola sepak&lt;/span&gt; members called me Popiah." HAHAH! Daring right? Bola Sepak members. HAH! So yeah, hunged up, watch Kung Fu Panda and got back on the phone as soon as boyfriend called Nazirah. Sophia was insulting Yani like mad by calling her Po. Yknoww th big fat panda from the show? HAHAH. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today you may ask? We were supposed to go to the gym but Yani's class was cancelled and she wasnt properly attired to go  to the gym. Hence, went for a hike at MacRitchie. We got chased by monkeys siaaaa! HAHAH. We didnt manage to go to the tree top cause we were lost so yeah, headed back. So in total, walked about 2km plus I guess. Tired lahhseyyy. After that, went for lunch and went home. Hanim &amp;amp; Nadiah came to fetch Sophia so I came with them. Watched Spongebob the Movie first followed by Angus, Thongs &amp;amp; Perfect Snogging. Its not everyday I get to spend quality time with my cousins yknow. So yeah, I had fun today. Oh, wait till my mom nags for no reason when I get back home later. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'd do anything to get out of the house yknow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow's SANA Course instead of AYG Volunteers briefing. TSK. F lah, damn NBCB! HAHAHAH. So the geram yknow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found this at Feeqa's blog. Stole it actually. *evil grin followed by laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1)Single, Taken, or Crushing? Must I really Ans this? :D&lt;br /&gt;2) Are you happy with where you are? - who you mean? Yupxz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3) When you meet the right person, do you fall fast? -Yeah man. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;4) Have you ever had your heart broken? - Duh.&lt;br /&gt;5) Do you believe that there are certain circumstances where cheating is ok? - Tottaly NOT.&lt;br /&gt;6) Would you ever take someone back if they cheated on you? - NOOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;7) Have you talked about marriage with another person? - HAHAH. With mommy,&lt;br /&gt;8) Do you want children? - Not even 15 to think abt this.&lt;br /&gt;9) How many? -Gawdd, can this survey be any stupid?&lt;br /&gt;10) Would you consider adoption? - TSK.&lt;br /&gt;11) If somebody liked you right now, what will you do? - Oh, what will he do?&lt;br /&gt;12) Do you enjoy playing hard to get? - HAHAH. YUP. Gerek right?&lt;br /&gt;13) Be honest, do you play the "game" when you are dating? - NO&lt;br /&gt;14) Do you believe love at first sight exists? - At 14, No.&lt;br /&gt;15) Are you romantic? - Depends who I'm with.&lt;br /&gt;16) Do you believe that you can change someone? - Nope.&lt;br /&gt;17) If you could get married anywhere, where would it be? - Skip.&lt;br /&gt;18) Do you have feelings for someone right now? - YUPZXZXZXZX.&lt;br /&gt;19) Have you ever wished you could've had someone but you couldn't &amp;amp; Why? - Like duh. Arsehole.&lt;br /&gt;20) Have you ever broken a heart? - Yeah ):&lt;br /&gt;21) Would you ever fight somebody over your significant other? - Over my significant other? Pelik nyerr soalan.&lt;br /&gt;22)What would you say about your last ex? - %$*$(#*@^*$&amp;amp;(# ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;LAST PERSON YOU : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You hang out with?&lt;br /&gt;~ Familia&lt;br /&gt;2) Who was the last person you texted?&lt;br /&gt;~ Hidayah&lt;br /&gt;3) Last person you were in a car with?&lt;br /&gt;~ Family&lt;br /&gt;4 Last person you went to the movies ?&lt;br /&gt;~ Sister.&lt;br /&gt;5 Last person you went to the mall with?&lt;br /&gt;~ Nazirah, Norliana &amp;amp; th girl whose name escapes my mind.&lt;br /&gt;6 Last Person you talked on the phone with?&lt;br /&gt;~ Mdm Masrena&lt;br /&gt;7 You messaged/commented?&lt;br /&gt;~ Afifah.&lt;br /&gt;8 Who are you talking to now?&lt;br /&gt;~ No One. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;T/F: Only answer with True or False. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Kissed someone on your top friends?&lt;br /&gt;~ T&lt;br /&gt;Q: Been searched by Cops?&lt;br /&gt;~ F&lt;br /&gt;Q: Been suspended from school?&lt;br /&gt;~ F&lt;br /&gt;Q: Sat on a ROOFtop?&lt;br /&gt;~ F&lt;br /&gt;Q: Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?&lt;br /&gt;~ F&lt;br /&gt;Q: Broken a bone?&lt;br /&gt;~ F&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have shaved your head?&lt;br /&gt;~ F&lt;br /&gt;Q: Had/have a gym membership?&lt;br /&gt;~ F&lt;br /&gt;Q: Shot a gun?&lt;br /&gt;~ F&lt;br /&gt;Q: Donated Blood?&lt;br /&gt;~ F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WOULD YOU RATHER : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Eat or drink?&lt;br /&gt;~ Drink.&lt;br /&gt;2) Be serious or be funny?&lt;br /&gt;~ Funny.&lt;br /&gt;3 Go to the beach or mountains?&lt;br /&gt;~ Beach.&lt;br /&gt;4 Die in a fire or die getting shot??&lt;br /&gt;~ Getting shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-8844161943015168331?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8844161943015168331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=8844161943015168331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/8844161943015168331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/8844161943015168331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/helloooooooooooooooooo-d-currently-at.html' title=''/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-1485576586611282588</id><published>2009-06-04T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:41:30.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FLY</title><content type='html'>HEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYY! HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently chatting with Deel Ashreeq Hayden&lt;br /&gt;and not listening to anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah last night mommy promised to buy us desert from Kopitiam but didnt so she's gonna take us to Popeye's at Terminal 3 later on, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was superb. Watched Spongebob the Movie with Sophia since Yani was asleep. Had a good laugh cause the show was funny. Stopped halfway, then went to sleep. Atleast my family did. I was talking on the phone with Boyfriend till 11 plus. I would've called Nazirah but she'll be on the phone with Annura so yeah, nehmind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats all yeah. Sorry Naz, I cant help you with your skin today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-1485576586611282588?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1485576586611282588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=1485576586611282588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/1485576586611282588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/1485576586611282588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/fly.html' title='FLY'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-3801626795768088804</id><published>2009-06-03T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T02:23:01.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EHEHEHEH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SieKCaP4H5I/AAAAAAAAA_A/g04f8i_Extg/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%282301%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SieKCaP4H5I/AAAAAAAAA_A/g04f8i_Extg/s320/PicturePerfect%282301%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343391256908668818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! Long time no see ekh? HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, as mentioned previously, went to Khairiyah's crib &amp;amp; had a fantastic time watching High School Musical 3 &amp;amp; all. Because of today, i cant go out anymore this week but its okay. Next week's gonna be fun cause I'll be going out with Girlfriends to catch a movie &amp;amp; after that we'll be going to town to buy the in-thing bag. Yarr, the squar/rectangle one. Likelike a camera bag. Yupz! I want mine with pink hearts and rainbows on it. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Sophia's coming for a sleepover. Yes Khairiyah, the cousin of mine who talks a lot. Thethe small girl. Aaaaaah that one. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah moving on, I'm currently listening to songs and speaking of which, I'm totally addicted with the song playing on my blog. No Boundaries-Adam Lambert. Theres also another version sang by &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Au78ra4HsUo&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=4AF5D43F4DB3A2E4&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=PL&amp;amp;index=39"&gt;Kris Allen&lt;/a&gt;. Yupz, its linked so check it out alright. Nice yknow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so veryveryveryyyyyy fed-up now. Yar, I know. I'm always so fedup with things. Know why not? Because righttttttttttttttttt! Red Cross cadets cant volunteer at AYG. Wthhhhhh?!? Just because of the stupid SANA course we have to attend which Amira said would be super duper boring but Carine claims that its super-duper easy to pass. Ergh Urgh Argh! Teachers can be sooo unreasonable sometimes sey. Irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp;amp; should I change my song? I think the version sang by Kris Allen's better. I cant believe I'm saying this but yeah. Yeapz, I'm gonna change the song. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Ok done! The first song's sang by Kris &amp;amp; second by Adam. Fair right? HAHAH. Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this are the pictures Azlina took the other day for her Art Club project (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SieRlVuXx7I/AAAAAAAAA_g/S1RhFA3nMOA/s1600-h/P1110747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SieRlVuXx7I/AAAAAAAAA_g/S1RhFA3nMOA/s320/P1110747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343399553571211186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SieRk3mazDI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/blcPc1X_nlU/s1600-h/P1110744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SieRk3mazDI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/blcPc1X_nlU/s320/P1110744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343399545484790834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SieRkmtNzjI/AAAAAAAAA_I/cxan6GBZ6ac/s1600-h/P1110743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SieRkmtNzjI/AAAAAAAAA_I/cxan6GBZ6ac/s320/P1110743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343399540949896754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are others but neh. Alrighty then, I shant be replying messages now &amp;amp; thats a promise. If its really important then call me alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-3801626795768088804?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3801626795768088804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=3801626795768088804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/3801626795768088804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/3801626795768088804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-all-about-you.html' title='EHEHEHEH.'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SieKCaP4H5I/AAAAAAAAA_A/g04f8i_Extg/s72-c/PicturePerfect%282301%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-2868319549028298703</id><published>2009-06-01T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T07:01:22.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redited and Remixed'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kay before Nazirah nags at me (again) &amp;amp; say "ekh, you put your photo of you &amp;amp; your boyfriend but never put photo of us uh!" I better upload it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SiS6p2U3fRI/AAAAAAAAA-o/wsKAGLNQRFg/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%282264%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SiS6p2U3fRI/AAAAAAAAA-o/wsKAGLNQRFg/s320/PicturePerfect%282264%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342600286088690962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SiS7MM0oF1I/AAAAAAAAA-4/lvNZ0aIpT2E/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%282274%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SiS7MM0oF1I/AAAAAAAAA-4/lvNZ0aIpT2E/s320/PicturePerfect%282274%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342600876243031890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SiS6p5gFYhI/AAAAAAAAA-g/auLQGya9p0E/s1600-h/DSC02110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SiS6p5gFYhI/AAAAAAAAA-g/auLQGya9p0E/s320/DSC02110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342600286941045266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling really left-out but at least I'm not the only one. And I'm sure Amira &amp;amp; Nazirah knows what I'm talking about cause we've discuss about this matter before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate 3rd parties. Hate it hate it hate it! Things were going so well between me &amp;amp; girlfies before some life ruin-ers came along like wth? I mean, those/that person/people seemed really nice at first. They are really nice, really. But we've been friends for like 3 years &amp;amp; I'm sure yall know how it feels like when someone else gets invited into a gathering and tries to "steal" one person away from a group. Its fucking irritating I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that my friends cant make other friends but. Gosh, its sooo hard to explain it with words but try to understand me kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This/these person/people I'm referring to are/is seriously nice people/person. But sometimes when theres an argument among us, this/these person/people will like interfere and thats the irritating part cause she'll (obviously its a girl) choose the side where her friend is even though she is totally in the wrong and will make her stay away from the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, its fucking true &amp;amp; this fucking thing really did happen only Nazirah &amp;amp; I noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine whatever, I'll just jump to conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;Next time when we go out, don't blame us for not inviting you cause we always do &amp;amp; its just that you choose not to because you'd rather go out with someone else. Alright, we've been very insulting (especially me) but hey, have you been insulting us too? You said people change right? Now I definitely realize what change really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I dont really care if you go elsewhere with your friend. Cause I know I've got mine &amp;amp; other things to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;Dont get offended please. I dont know about the rest of us but I've been dying to tell you this but I know you wouldn't listen.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Whatever Whatever Whatever. Obviously I dont want this stupid post to ruin your friendship with her or our friendship (whatever you may call it now but this seriously is not the friendship we used to have like last time). Wait, people change. Remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know. Artika's so immature. Before you open your big fuck mouth, know the story first.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight Unholy Ass wipes !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-2868319549028298703?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2868319549028298703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=2868319549028298703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/2868319549028298703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/2868319549028298703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/kay-before-nazirah-nags-at-me-again-say.html' title=''/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SiS6p2U3fRI/AAAAAAAAA-o/wsKAGLNQRFg/s72-c/PicturePerfect%282264%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-3919829274224711069</id><published>2009-05-31T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T06:43:11.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are the pictures I promised :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SiPQloyW5gI/AAAAAAAAA64/sP26yL3KaLU/s1600-h/DSC00482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SiPLovKzGeI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/J1ZhdCyh_no/s320/DSC00387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342337483708504546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SiPLpB1U5EI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/VheUIIm6jmM/s1600-h/DSC00391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SiPLpB1U5EI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/VheUIIm6jmM/s320/DSC00391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342337488718718018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SiPLoR4I0gI/AAAAAAAAA5I/HteTWv4EXvs/s1600-h/DSC00380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SiPLoR4I0gI/AAAAAAAAA5I/HteTWv4EXvs/s320/DSC00380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342337475845607938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SiPLoExTv4I/AAAAAAAAA5A/bfPWgQBMshk/s1600-h/DSC00379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SiPLoExTv4I/AAAAAAAAA5A/bfPWgQBMshk/s320/DSC00379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342337472327303042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SiPJ_0M0ykI/AAAAAAAAA4w/_wFxMEnnOrQ/s1600-h/DSC00376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SiPJ_0M0ykI/AAAAAAAAA4w/_wFxMEnnOrQ/s320/DSC00376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342335681172916802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SiPKACvIUcI/AAAAAAAAA44/9KPRcVp2s24/s1600-h/DSC00377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SiPKACvIUcI/AAAAAAAAA44/9KPRcVp2s24/s320/DSC00377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342335685074899394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SiPJ_qD5-vI/AAAAAAAAA4o/AWpdg-hwRs4/s1600-h/DSC00375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SiPJ_qD5-vI/AAAAAAAAA4o/AWpdg-hwRs4/s320/DSC00375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342335678451153650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SiPJ_Bx0h_I/AAAAAAAAA4g/hxFyDr6RDk4/s1600-h/DSC00368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SiPJ_Bx0h_I/AAAAAAAAA4g/hxFyDr6RDk4/s320/DSC00368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342335667637880818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itchy hands got all the things I wrote just now erased.&lt;br /&gt;So lets rewind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to Lot One with Nazirah, her cousin &amp;amp; Norliana.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Window-shopped with Norliana while Nazirah &amp;amp; her Cousin paid bills.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Studied at the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ate lunch at Mac Donalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had Double Chocolate Frappe again (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Camwhored at the rooftop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Met boyfriend there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went home ;D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SiPaGCN_AwI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/Aa4lh_e_1sw/s1600-h/%3BD.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SiPaGCN_AwI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/Aa4lh_e_1sw/s320/%3BD.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342353380201136898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other pictures uploaded tmr or something. Again, itchy hands got everything I wrote/uploaded deleted. Sad man.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight everybodayyyyy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-3919829274224711069?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3919829274224711069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=3919829274224711069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/3919829274224711069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/3919829274224711069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/currently-listening-to-some-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SiPQloyW5gI/AAAAAAAAA64/sP26yL3KaLU/s72-c/DSC00482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-6343760615416373123</id><published>2009-05-29T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:09:41.515-07:00</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/_unLXw2NQog0/SiDXTrDjEuI/AAAAAAAAA3o/NiMSd4KeIko/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%282241%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SiDXTrDjEuI/AAAAAAAAA3o/NiMSd4KeIko/s320/PicturePerfect%282241%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341505891036500706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My world, My laughing gas, My &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; friend (:&lt;br /&gt;Atleast we were once. Just good friends now. People change right Khairiyah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SCHOOL'S OUT DARLINGZXZXZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I didnt post yesterday &amp;amp; I'm sure you guys can infer from there that I didnt do well at all for my Mid Year. Flunk-ed 2 subjects, A Maths &amp;amp; Combined Sciences. Shit man, Mrs Lee dont allow any of us to drop because of our stupid seniors who took their free time for granted when they dropped their subjects. TSK. Irritating lahhseyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was superb! Went to greenridge and waited forever for Nazirah &amp;amp; Amira to arrive. Had our brunch at Banquet, Amira rented the "Jangan Tegur" show. Went over to her place &amp;amp; watched it. I was screaming all the way at first after that I got over it. After that, went home with Norliana while Nazirah &amp;amp; Amira went to Plaza. The weather is making everyone crazy. Its sooo bloody hot now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, the lecture starts. Went to sleep after that woke up around 6pm. Bathed, did my homework, had dinner, slept again. So yeah that was yesterday. The lecture continued today. Blahblahblah. Today was pretty much a boring day for me. I didnt stepped out of my house today and nobody interesting's online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, sad mannnnnnnn. Tommorow I'm going to town with Khairiyah &amp;amp; Khadijah. Am I supposed to be happy I'll be able to go out or sad when Khairiyah spends more time with Khadijah huh? Oh well, I'll just be going to enjoy myself and cheering for Fantastic Crew. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&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/8934166734365046178-6343760615416373123?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6343760615416373123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=6343760615416373123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/6343760615416373123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/6343760615416373123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-world-my-laughing-gas-my-best-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SiDXTrDjEuI/AAAAAAAAA3o/NiMSd4KeIko/s72-c/PicturePerfect%282241%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-640765726358302699</id><published>2009-05-28T00:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T05:50:23.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redited and Remixed'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sh4-zSPvBUI/AAAAAAAAA2o/p6KP52bZEPQ/s1600-h/DSC02297-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sh4-zSPvBUI/AAAAAAAAA2o/p6KP52bZEPQ/s320/DSC02297-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340775258900071746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;12345678910 days ago when I still had my extensions on :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Loneliness knows everything I keep inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was indeed the best day of the week! Why you may ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EAGLE CROWNED CHAMPION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm feeling stunned/happy/surprise! Veryyyyyyyyy! I mean like after the remorse and getting last during Sports Day, I didnt thought that we could win. I mean Heron was confident and all then but now, omfg! So yeah. The B division group champions were from Eagle too! Baek per? Surprisingly the neighbouring schools werent there. There are runners from Regent, Assumption, Jurong, Chestnut Drive and anotehr Assumption school but idk what. Obviously they only send in competitors from their Track and Field CCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, here are the results for the C division.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C Boys-&lt;br /&gt;1st place Jurong, 2nd place Assumption English, 3rd place Regent&lt;br /&gt;C girls-&lt;br /&gt;1st place Regent, 2nd place Jurong, 3rd place Zhenghua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B Boys-&lt;br /&gt;1st place Aaroson, 2nd place Fithri.&lt;br /&gt;B Girls-&lt;br /&gt;1st place Zalilah.&lt;br /&gt;From Eagle lah duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall Girls Champions: Eagle&lt;br /&gt;Overall Boys Champions: Hawk&lt;br /&gt;Which sums up to Eagle being the overall champion! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazirah's got 9th place, Khairiyah's got 10th and Norliana 15th.&lt;br /&gt;Shocking right? I didnt know Norliana can run that fast. Anyway, next year's gonna be the last year for us. They better be participating. Gawdd, I'm still glad that Eagle's finally rising up since getting last position for the past few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright enough about Cross-Country. Tomorrow's the release of our Mid-Year Results. Jengjengjengg! So yeah, I dont have to attend the meet the parents thing. Which is a good thing cause thats for those who failed 3/4 more subjects. A very little chance that I'll pass Combined Humanities. A Maths &amp;amp; Combined Science ? HAHAH. No hope siaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time Check: 8.29pm&lt;br /&gt;I'm not online kay? I just posted on my picture blog so yeah, do check it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hatehatehateeeeeee my life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not very much satisfied with the fact that Adam Lambert didnt win the American Idol. I mean, both of the contestants dont have nice vocals like the previous seasons Idols but Adam Lambert is muchmuch better than Kris Allen. Just because his a homosexual he didnt win like what the hell? Same fate as Clay Aiken is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australia trip, cancelled. A barbeque will be replaced but only 8 students vote so there wont be anything to replace the 6 days worth going to Melbourne. A BBQ is better than nothing right like wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stupidly sync-ed my iPod here instead of sync-ing it at my laptop where my songs are still there and there arent any at my PC since my dad restarted the whole thing. So, I had to copy songs form my phone into the desktop then sync it into my iPod and theres less than 100 songs now. So yeah, for those planning to buy an iPod, dont! Seriously man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded some videos from YouTube and yeah, it was a success but it wasnt the right format for my iPod. Dowloaded the Video Converter, stupidly converted into the MP3 format. Instead of getting videos, I get songs instead. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned, bill exploded. Hence, no one called=boredom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andandandd I really hate it when I have to bloghop to other people's blog and make sure i wont be posting a topic same as them. Argh. I've got a bad name for copying people is it? Fuckkkkk you people! I never copied kay? Homeworks dont count. I write whatever alright? My blog, My Say remember? Aaaaaaaaaaaaah! Whatever lah. I dont care what you guys write/think about me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;As far as I'm concern, I dont hate anyone now. Well, except for that girl who ruined my life and made me argue with my boyfriend last year. Dont say that I'm accusing anybody cause its damn true I tell you! I pretty sure I've got haters but screw them. I dont need this sorta people in my life. Theres more important things in life then to entertain &amp;amp; listen to them critisize/bitch/gossip/backstab me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&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/8934166734365046178-640765726358302699?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/640765726358302699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=640765726358302699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/640765726358302699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/640765726358302699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/12345678910-days-ago-when-i-still-had.html' title=''/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sh4-zSPvBUI/AAAAAAAAA2o/p6KP52bZEPQ/s72-c/DSC02297-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-934820407370650807</id><published>2009-05-27T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T04:32:11.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redited and Remixed'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;“I would rather you hate me for telling you the truth than you love me for telling you lies”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this at Vertyno's blog &amp;amp; since he hasnt got any tagboard and is not online, I'll credit it here instead. Deep right? *sniffs*&lt;br /&gt;The exact words that would describe my current situation but i shant elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, an explanation to yesterday's fun day after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright after school, we played the most lamest &amp;amp; outdated card game, UNO -.-"&lt;br /&gt;Nazirah lost. HAH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camwhored like mad in school for Azlina's Art Club project thing. Went home with the usual Girlfies &amp;amp; my other girlfriends and finally things are going back to normal. It was raining and as usual Norliana was looking at the ground and watching out for worms. I kept on blowing the whistle and Nazirah made those hand movements for the "worms" to make way for Norliana. Well, there isnt any worms really. So yeah, reached greenridge and we saw 3 greenridge secondary boys walking past us. Nazirah dared me to b low the whistle at them. Well, I did but after they passed us. Then they were making the "oyoyoyoyoy" noises at us and then we were all laughing. As I was laughing like mad, mommy was in front of me! HAHAHAH! Kekek sey. Khairiyah was like "Cik, anak cik sakit ekh?" then my mom was like "Oh yar! You didnt eat your antibiotics this morning huh?" :| Girlfriends were all laughing at me. Hahahah! Bought Strawberry Milkshake which was recomended by Khalisa and it really tasted yummy. Went to wait for the others at Pondok. When they arrived, we went home and I laughed so much I almost chocked on my pearl. HAHAHAH. yes, I wish days like this wont have to end so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah reached home, bathed went to the meeting &amp;amp; dont be surprise that Melbourne trip is cancelled. Yup, it is but the teachers said there'll be a post-poned and going other places. Well, better treatment than the students who were going to the Indonesia trip I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate myself right now. Im being so random lately. I promise I'll fix myself up soon. Till then, i'll still be loving every single person who never fails to make me smile (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; girlfies, I had Swensens just now while you guys rot in school. Niceeeeeeeee! HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, I had Swensens just now. Salmon &amp;amp; Mushroom bake rice. Niceeeeeee lahseyyyyyyyyyy! Only idiots hate Salmon. LOLOLOL. I mean its something I eat every 2 weeks so yeah, its vvv rare in my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back, saw Mervyn &amp;amp; his new clan at Bukit Panjang. Reached home around 2pm and then got online. Blogged, then bloghopped awhile. Logged off, logged in back, chat with Norliana logged off. Logged back in &amp;amp; now here I am blogging again -.-"&lt;br /&gt;How funny I can be sometimes. I even laugh at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;/a&gt;. I did this already I think. Here are the results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quiz 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quiz 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="Label1"&gt;You've got great self-confidence and you're full of charm. Most guys who get to know you will be attracted to you. You are far from sweet and proper; your intriguing personality fascinates them. Most guys find it easy to fall for a girl like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You don't really care about other people's feelings. You do things the way you want and usually think only about yourself. You are easy-going and love to have fun, but you can be irresponsible as well. You are not keen on serious discussions because they can make you remember that life isn't always about parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You strictly follow rules, and you expect other people to be the same as well. People can get tired of you easily, as you can make them feel a little guilty about themselves. You always make decisions on your own, and can be dismissive of other people's advice. You like to be the leader in groups, but can forget to be concerned about the people you are with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="Label4"&gt;Guys see you as being a thinker and a careful person. They will be really attracted to this quality in you, but you need to learn to speak your mind, otherwise people will find you too shy and quiet. Learn to relax and lighten up--it's okay to have fun sometimes. When you learn to develop your fun-loving side, guys are going to flock to your side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Your boyfriend believes that you are a strong and independent person. Your confidence and cheerfulness make you an attractive person to be around, but sometimes you need to pay more attention to what other people, including your boyfriend, are thinking.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quiz 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;/p&gt; You desire a love that will last forever. You are quite serious about finding this type of love,  and that's why you think carefully about the men that you meet before deciding whether you could  really love them. You don't just develop a crush on someone overnight: you look at a person's  personality and other aspects of their life before deciding to form an attachment. If a guy doesn't  meet your expectations, you would rather be alone. Your love has to be perfect. Be careful though,  you could be missing out on some worthy relationships because your standards are so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quiz 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bright and Cheerful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always cheerful and charming.  You never get too serious with people when they're around, but when you are alone,  you think carefully about what they have said.  That's because you don't want anyone to see you being too somber.   Your personality means you have a lot of friends and you are often the center of attention.  Many people who fall into  this category become artists and movie stars, perhaps fame could be yours in the future as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quiz 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="Label9"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You value your friendships: 60%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love your friends very much - so much so that it's actually quite a worry.  You may not be able to cope very well  when you do lose somebody's friendship.  You are a very sensitive and fragile person, and are therefore likely to get  upset easily.  You care for your friends and are willing to do anything that they ask you to do. Sometimes this can  make your friends think that you are a bit of a nuisance.  Nevertheless, people do really love you because your highest  priority is your friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="Label9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So thats that. I'm starving! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-934820407370650807?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/934820407370650807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=934820407370650807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/934820407370650807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/934820407370650807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-promised-explanation-to-yesterdays.html' title=''/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-1041175575986178596</id><published>2009-05-26T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T05:01:25.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:|</title><content type='html'>fmylife.com&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it brings joy back to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ducky :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-1041175575986178596?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1041175575986178596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=1041175575986178596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/1041175575986178596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/1041175575986178596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=':|'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-4255690553249095848</id><published>2009-05-25T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T05:22:38.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOTALLY SUCKS.</title><content type='html'>Whats going on with my life you may ask?&lt;br /&gt;Alrightyy then, lets see shall we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, there are 400 messages in my inbox which simply means that my bill will explode &amp;amp; I'll have to pay most of it. So screw those who messaged me kkkkkkk!&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, meeting with parents for those going to Melbourne. This doesnt sound good.&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, things between me &amp;amp; girlfriends are becoming much worse. Atleast with Amira is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wantttt change! I cant handle this life, especially not now. I mean yeah, its very minor. I've been through worse shit before *^&amp;amp;%$&amp;amp;*@$% !&lt;br /&gt;Obviously Idk what I'm typing. Laugh Out Loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atleast there are some good things in life recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, no meet-the-parents session for me. Yeay.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I'm beginning to learn how to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I dont mind sarcastic people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I hope things will go well soon.&lt;br /&gt;I hope the meeting tommorow will be something good. Those who were supposed to go to Indoesia but didnt better not curse us. Trust me, I want this more then you guys. You may not see it but obviously no one knows me better than myself right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss Boyfriend ):&lt;br /&gt;Take Care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-4255690553249095848?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4255690553249095848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=4255690553249095848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/4255690553249095848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/4255690553249095848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/totally-sucks.html' title='TOTALLY SUCKS.'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-4069078795762050476</id><published>2009-05-24T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T04:35:29.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeeeeeeeeeeep!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scars on the skin which reflects bad memories &amp;amp; lessons learned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm back baby! Miss me not? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Camp was okay I guess. So I'll start with Day 2 since I only came yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2.&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at 8am or so. Joined the rest in a cheering session. Was okay. They werent very enthusiastic. Seriously. After that was breakfast which was bread and kaya/jam with milo for the campers &amp;amp; bread with vanilla and milo for us. Yeay. After that was "Amazing race" where a clue will be given to each group and they'll go around the neighbourhood looking for other clues. Each of us will be stationed at a point. Roslyana &amp;amp; me were stationed at greenridge. Bravo so kekek sey! The clue says that "Location clue: The station you drop off before you drop off to go to school when you take the route via petir from Bukit Panjang." they went to Senja instead of Segar -.-" Which reminds me of the time Boyfriend stupidly dropped off at Senja when we're supposed to meet at Segar. LOL ekh. Sooooo ahh after the race thing was footdrill footdrill footdrill then then water games then they bath then their performance discussions while me &amp;amp; the non-executive members start up the barbeque. After campfire, which I didnt watch/witness was the barbeque thing. I ate alot, frankly. HAHAH! I just cant help myself. Then yeah, I called everyone. K not everyone. Boyfriend then family then Nazirah hoping they'll get jealous. PLAN FAILED. After BBQ was night walk where it turned out to be a failure also cause everyone was scared &amp;amp; they were walking so quickly until we lost sight of them and we had to send teams to go up. So yeah, lights off at 12am &amp;amp; we finally get to bath. Unlike some people who never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 was somehow rather much simple then Day 2. Its just breakfast, cheerings, clean-up, sue you in court session where bloodyhell Maziah sued me for being late the day before. Nabei! HAHAH! And then home sweet home. So yeah. That was camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, straight away went to sleep. I didnt bother to check my phone neither did I charged it. But yeah, camp was fun. We got to pluck cherries. Oh, atleast I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much miss everybody especially during the bad times when I almost wanted to argue with the Chairperson for being so moody all the time. Atleast she wasnt so bossy. And oh, NCC was camping with us &amp;amp; they had to sleep at the 2nd level. *evil laughs*&lt;br /&gt;Atleast better than us seyyyyy. That time when we were camping with Volleyball &amp;amp; Girl Guides our bunks were at the 4th floor. Sadddddddddddddddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, dont expect any msgs from me till the end of th month. Explain soooo. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-4069078795762050476?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4069078795762050476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=4069078795762050476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/4069078795762050476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/4069078795762050476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/yeeeeeeeeeeep.html' title='Yeeeeeeeeeeep!'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-897873083395017326</id><published>2009-05-21T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T00:08:20.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Me Up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;RELINK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, I'm never going anywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 12.25pm &amp;amp; yes I know what you're thinking. Why arent I in school? Sick Sick Sick! Which simply means I dont have to attend camp. I cant believe I'm saying this but yeah, I only like camps because I'll be in charge. Chey, like real. No lah. In charge for 2 activities only. Bunks &amp;amp; First Aid -.-" So yeah, I hope I can get well soon cause my trip to Australia is next week ! 9 more days yknow. Gosh, why cant I get sick after the trip huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright currently facebook-hopping &amp;amp; thinking of killing Dzul cause his gonna get promoted to Staff Sergeant when his only 15. HAHAH. Jealus much Artika? Neh. But it'll be bloody loong for me to  get a promotion yknowww! HAH! Dzul, I'm joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then uhhm yeah, today woke up with abit of temperature. Abit only, so I continued to sleep till 9am. Watched Heroes, bathed then went to meet Mommy at Greenridge to visit the doctor and have breakfast. At Banquet, the food seller was like, "ekh, she looks like your sister!" or "ekh, why you marry so early huh?". HAHAH! Kekekekek sey. They were talking to my mum lah. I tried laughing out loud but my stupid throat is damn sore so I couldnt. I cant even speak seyy. I'm not disabled pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'll be going to camp tmr instead. Just for awhile. I'll go home after the Barbeque. But one thing I'm afraid of will be the gate closing. Skali if the barbeque finish late then the gate close how? HAHAH. Nevermind. I'll sleepover then go back early the next day. Last shift for night duty. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah like that lah! Anywayss, I was bloghopping &amp;amp; I noticed some people's blog were spammed. Haiz, no life lah this people. Kay fine, not some. ALOTT! Hahaha, kk I shant embarrass anyone. Man, I should mind my own business more yknow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okeh then. Its 3pm &amp;amp; I'm soo darn bored but I've got nothing else to talk about. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-897873083395017326?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/897873083395017326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=897873083395017326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/897873083395017326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/897873083395017326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/help-me-up.html' title='Help Me Up.'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-2463093583713178050</id><published>2009-05-21T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T05:41:45.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imperfection.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sometimes problems are too painful to tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/ShUUaxar5YI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qTEPZSmL0uU/s1600-h/What+Attitude..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/ShUUaxar5YI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qTEPZSmL0uU/s320/What+Attitude..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338195383492011394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the shirt says "Dont Wake Me Up."&lt;br /&gt;Nyehhhhhhhhhs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To the girlfriends who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; cares for me&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;And a million thanks wont be enough for all the things that you've done for me. We've been through craps, shits &amp;amp; laughter. People change. But I know, I'll still have you. Us being friends forever cant be guaranteed. You've been insulting &amp;amp; heartbreaking too. So have I. But hey, no one's perfect. Only time will tell. Whatever it takes, or how my heart breaks. I'll still be there for you. And all I hope now, is to know if you'll be here for me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To the people who've seen, feel &amp;amp; hear my moans&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Like karma, you came back to help me heal. Thanks for laughing with me, crying with me, jumping with me, screaming with me and being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;A very unexpected love story indeed (: Dont promise me forever. Promise me your honesty instead. I Love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp tmr till Sunday. I'll be missing everyone kay?&lt;br /&gt;Take Care All !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-2463093583713178050?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2463093583713178050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=2463093583713178050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/2463093583713178050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/2463093583713178050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/imperfection.html' title='Imperfection.'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/ShUUaxar5YI/AAAAAAAAA2I/qTEPZSmL0uU/s72-c/What+Attitude..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-8474629210339022380</id><published>2009-05-20T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T05:52:19.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'd like to blog about a million things, but I wont. I know my limits now &amp;amp; I'd rather blog someone whose worth my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Plaza with Triplets &amp;amp; meeting Boyfriend tomorrow. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&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/8934166734365046178-8474629210339022380?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8474629210339022380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=8474629210339022380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/8474629210339022380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/8474629210339022380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/ddddddd.html' title='Hello Goodbye'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-8141655107599735445</id><published>2009-05-19T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T06:28:45.432-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CIP'/><title type='text'>Oldies.</title><content type='html'>Eyyyyyyyyyy, hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 6.14pm &amp;amp; I just came back from Greenridge.&lt;br /&gt;Today was freaking awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, 31/50 for E Maths Paper 2. *clapclap*&lt;br /&gt;Second, 16/30 for Social Studies. Ok for someone who didnt manage to complete it I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, CIP was wicked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaykay, went to this Old Folks Home at Tampines. The residents there werent very friendly at first but heh, you know me. I go to homes every year man. Its a Red Cross thing. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, the journey was bloody looong. Many people fell asleep in the bus. Reached there, briefing then socializing. The performance was okay also. But the audience like "not happening" uh. Yknowyknow. After that, things became much better. I was socializing at almost every table. Alaar almost jer. Just say "hi" all those then if they bad mood then walk away uhhs. HA-HAH. So yeah, here are some pictures of me preparing the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/ShKGbbmxS4I/AAAAAAAAA14/1HICeLEvctc/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%282182%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/ShKGbbmxS4I/AAAAAAAAA14/1HICeLEvctc/s320/PicturePerfect%282182%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337476314212420482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/ShKGbMZLiRI/AAAAAAAAA1w/vNl6d6nzIog/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%282180%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/ShKGbMZLiRI/AAAAAAAAA1w/vNl6d6nzIog/s320/PicturePerfect%282180%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337476310128888082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/ShKGay9QftI/AAAAAAAAA1o/AobtYzE4ZbM/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%282179%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/ShKGay9QftI/AAAAAAAAA1o/AobtYzE4ZbM/s320/PicturePerfect%282179%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337476303300886226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/ShKGalWHYMI/AAAAAAAAA1g/qxslGAYDOpM/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%282178%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/ShKGalWHYMI/AAAAAAAAA1g/qxslGAYDOpM/s320/PicturePerfect%282178%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337476299647049922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH. I'm suchha fat face.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yeah, today was a two thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hows the new skin? Simple right? I liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike! Heh. Was supposed to change Nazirah's blogskin too but heh, didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm really feeling. GAHS, idk. Effed up is the word/phrase. Friends are arguing, oh whats new right? It doesnt have anything to do with me. So I shant interfere. I just dont like it when they fight. It isnt the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And secondly, daddy doesnt sound happy about me going to Melbourne idk why. Maybe Abg Shaffi's right. Theres another eason behind this that they're not telling me. It has already be confirmed that I'll be going right? I hope. Those airline tickets are all under my edusave and if I cant go, its all being wasted. *cries*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-8141655107599735445?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8141655107599735445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=8141655107599735445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/8141655107599735445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/8141655107599735445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/eyyyyyyyyyy-hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-its-6.html' title='Oldies.'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/ShKGbbmxS4I/AAAAAAAAA14/1HICeLEvctc/s72-c/PicturePerfect%282182%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-3707294691611295</id><published>2009-05-18T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T05:06:04.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeehaw!</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/_unLXw2NQog0/ShFOSog5gMI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/ZIzBoFyO1ko/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%282173%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/ShFOSog5gMI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/ZIzBoFyO1ko/s320/PicturePerfect%282173%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337133115430764738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Think I'm A Whore ? FUCK OFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;psst, remind me never to wear this at home again. I was freezing last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Howdy bloghoppers ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you guys did well for your exams. Mine you may ask? Hahah, dont! But I'm pretty much very satisfied with my Malay Paper 1. Frankly, I did quite well for a weak student. Total, I scored a B i think. By myself sey! last few years during Continual Assessments where we dont have to separate our desks, I'll always copy. But this year we had to seperate our desks during CA1. Didnt do well the first round but I obviously improved, a lot! Very proud for myself sey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then, today school was normal. Started at 8am instead of 9am. Tsk. Last few periods were discussing about CIP tomorrow and doing this survey thing. Then went to KFC for lunch where Kanina Nabei Nazirah spilled Pepsi on me. Yelah, accident. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;After that we bumped into Adi &amp;amp; his girlfriend. We went to Fajar to wait for Aidil &amp;amp; the rest but they didnt turn up &amp;amp; we feel like dropping out of the performance thing, seriously. In the end, thought about it. Nah. I'm still in. Not that heartless kay. So yeah, then Annura turned up &amp;amp; lent me her novel like finally! At last I wouldnt have to rot at home. Then sat at the staircase near Khairiyah's house. Had a really great laugh there. Khairiyah &amp;amp; the small car toy thing. HAHAH. Kekek sey. Then went to Fajar for awhile. After that went home. Bathed, ate, watched tv then now I'm updating this stupid blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yknow, i'm feeling so tempted to change my blogskin but freaking Qils isnt free. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; oh, I just downloaded the new messenger &amp;amp; photoscape here. Heck care the laptop. I cant use it often now. Surprisingly Nazirah isnt online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo uhh kayyyyy. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S they say Adam Lambert's gay ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-3707294691611295?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3707294691611295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=3707294691611295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/3707294691611295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/3707294691611295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/yeehaw.html' title='Yeehaw!'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/ShFOSog5gMI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/ZIzBoFyO1ko/s72-c/PicturePerfect%282173%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-5969138762790970708</id><published>2009-05-17T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T05:22:58.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocking Hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sg_7prZiF9I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/5zBZkfmRjHM/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%282171%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sg_7prZiF9I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/5zBZkfmRjHM/s320/PicturePerfect%282171%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336760776900351954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fat Arms! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;LOL.ROFL.LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Supzxzxzxz Bloghoppers !&lt;br /&gt;Today was, fantastic-o !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke a record sey! Slept at 3am last night, was talking to the usual laughing gases till 2am then played my sister's PSP till 3am. Teehee. Slept, woke up at 11.30am. Yeah, that was the record. *applause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathed, went to Bukit Timah for lunch. Ate at BBQ Chicken.  My tongue was burning like hell ! HA-HA. Did some shopping &amp;amp; I bought a top from Nike and a singlet. Oh, and Java Chip from Starbucks! Jealous not? Nicee yknowwwwwwwwwwwwww! HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, watched Harry Potter And The Order Of The Phoenix. Bathed then dinner was Salmon! YAY.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was a veryvery fun day indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, I cant wait for school tomorow. I cant believe i'm saying this but yeah since exam is over, I cant wait to have fun with my class during the post-exam activities. Will be going to the Old Folk's Home this Tuesday. thank god its a muslim home so it'll definitely be easier for us to prepare things. Hope that the CIP points would be reasonable. I really need the points sey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uhmm anyway, Red cross Annual Camp will be this Friday. I hope the seniors wont like, yknow. Be too fierce. Scawy! And I'm in group Alpha baby! With Afifah, Wena and someone else as the mentors. I cant remember who that "someone else" is kay. Not that I've got anything against her or whatt so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, Sabila just called asking me if next week's schedule will be activities or marking of releasing of results. (Correct my sentence please. Heh.) I'm seriously feeling very, argh! Just all the negative feelings you can think of kay. I thought the results will be released next week.&lt;br /&gt;God, I know I havent been studying but I really want to pass this exams more than anything. I dont expect As. 50-60 would be okay I guess. I shant talk about this again. Its giving me goosebumps. Chey, goosebumps what seyy? Anyhow say onlyy ekhekh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anddddd please dont text me till the 21st. Inbox super full. I know what you're thinking. "Delete lah!" My text messages went over the limit again if you know what I mean. So yeah. Texts &amp;amp; calls wont be replied/answered. I'll call you back using my home phone kay? Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-5969138762790970708?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5969138762790970708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=5969138762790970708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/5969138762790970708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/5969138762790970708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/rocking-hard.html' title='Rocking Hard'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sg_7prZiF9I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/5zBZkfmRjHM/s72-c/PicturePerfect%282171%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-5502911335690401820</id><published>2009-05-16T02:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T02:59:44.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody's Perfect.</title><content type='html'>Currently feeling, worried to death! If I'd known better, I would study harder for my mid-year. It just came to my mind that the marks for the paper I did would appear on the second column of the progress report. Shit! I'm seriously dead. Talked to Nazirah yesterday and she didn't made me feel better as well. So yeah, hung up soon. Went to sleep, I almost cried thinking about this. Miss Wong's words were still in my head and I cant seem to get it out of my mind. I guess I wont be able to go to Melbourne after all :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shant elaborate on this kay. Apparently everybody wasnt ready for this and not only me. Lets just hope for the best kay? I'll be praying hard for everyone (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright yesterday, mentioned that we went to Erlyyana's crib. I've got to admit her mom's cookings were great &amp;amp; for once, I didnt have to peel off the shell of prawns when I eat. Hahahah. Sabila &amp;amp; Rafiqah were damn funny with Erfan's guitar and all. Surprise visit from haizrul, very unexpected indeed. Erlyyana's room was like, wow. Small but cozy, i liiiiiiiiiiiiiike!&lt;br /&gt;Went to Greenridge after that with the usual and then went home straight after. So yeah, that was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the most boring day ever! Woke up, cleaned, bathed, ate, talked on the phone, slept again. yeah, and its only 5.24pm now. I just finished watching Twilight which I rented yesterday. Brings back good times when I went to watch movies with the Triplets &amp;amp; Aidil. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, nothing else. Currently also bloghopping to find more surveys/quizes/whatever. Waitwait !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alaaaaaaaaaaar, dont haveeeee ! D; Nevermindd.&lt;br /&gt;Kay take care all !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S, yay to Kris &amp;amp; Adam for getting into the finals! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sg6OS-nujpI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/6lNCrO7A7bI/s1600-h/88074_kris-allen-performs-on-american-idol-march-10-2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sg6OS-nujpI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/6lNCrO7A7bI/s320/88074_kris-allen-performs-on-american-idol-march-10-2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336359065179033234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sg6OTDLShhI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/4U9irEw449s/s1600-h/capt.ca3c23be0d074600ac66242f7bf78b5a.adam_lambert_pre_idol_nyet809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sg6OTDLShhI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/4U9irEw449s/s320/capt.ca3c23be0d074600ac66242f7bf78b5a.adam_lambert_pre_idol_nyet809.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336359066401932818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-5502911335690401820?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5502911335690401820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=5502911335690401820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/5502911335690401820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/5502911335690401820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/nobodys-perfect.html' title='Nobody&apos;s Perfect.'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sg6OS-nujpI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/6lNCrO7A7bI/s72-c/88074_kris-allen-performs-on-american-idol-march-10-2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-250258212162729954</id><published>2009-05-15T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T02:00:19.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Afraid &amp; Yet Amazed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sg0buJzjSOI/AAAAAAAAA0I/jUTXjTfe8sI/s1600-h/Triplets..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335951613223979234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sg0buJzjSOI/AAAAAAAAA0I/jUTXjTfe8sI/s320/Triplets..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sg0bt9-5NeI/AAAAAAAAA0A/TFcEhL0LvKo/s1600-h/Aidil+love..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335951610050328034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sg0bt9-5NeI/AAAAAAAAA0A/TFcEhL0LvKo/s320/Aidil+love..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures as promised [;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And exams are finally over baby ! Yeah ! Too bad i'm grounded. Haiz, sad man . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently at Erlyyana's place discussing about CIP. Instead we're playing the guitar &amp;amp; watching tv. LOL ekh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up like at 8.30am and no one's home ): Bathed, cleaned &amp;amp; made breakfast for myself then went to school for Red Cross meeting. The camp activities are gonna be superb ! I hope the camp goes well unlike last year when I fell &amp;amp; had to go to the hospital the second time in one semester. Heheh. After that, headed off to Banquet with Maziah &amp;amp; Sabila. Bought chocolates, then headed off to Erlyyana's crib. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about the Melbourne trip thing, my parents banned me from going cause I havent been studying hard ): Sad, very. But it isnt confirmed yet. Besides, I submitted the form already and my teachers told me to convince my parents and if it doesnt work, they'll call my parents. Apparently, I dont mind not going anymore. After all girlfies wont be going to Indonesia and I wouldnt be missing the Cheerleading Competition on the 31st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, this is the last time I'm gonna say this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not in any relationship and see Aidil up there ? His my cousin. COUSIN ONLY. His just someone I'm very close with and it really irritates us if you guys keep asking whether his my boyfriend. Another thing, when I wish someone happy monthsary/anniversary, they're not girlfriend. I only have anniversary dates with a few of my close friends but I'm not in any special relationship with them . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, speaking of special dates, happy belated 9th month to Nazirah! Yay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, another quiz (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer this questions like you're answering an essay question. Tag 5 people to do this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. What type of boyfriend/girlfriend do you want ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simple &amp;amp; Romantic. Most certainly a guy who'll treat me like someone new &amp;amp; will never get bored of me. Someone who like uhhm, never sees a change in me &amp;amp; respects my descisions. Smart &amp;amp; intelligent, veryyyy ! Who knows his limits, who is able to wait patiently until I'm ready to be with him. Isnt at all rude &amp;amp; grumpy all the time. And ohh, charming too kay ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What would you like to say to your ex boyfriend/girlfriend ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shant answer this like an essay. Just hope that his happy. Yeah, thats all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. How would you feel if the person you loved, loved someone else ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouch. Mostly the pain. But wth, if his someone I really like I'd be glad to see him happy with another person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. What do you think of life ?&lt;br /&gt;Painful and fun. Apparently I'm too young to know the meaning of it. I still have a loooong way to go and I'm enjoying every second of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. What went wrong during your last relationship ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, I shant elaborate much. The answer would be loving him &amp;amp; falling too deeply and not realizing what I was getting myself into. Life's sad ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any boring people (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye all ! Have a great weekend yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-250258212162729954?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/250258212162729954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=250258212162729954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/250258212162729954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/250258212162729954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/afrain-yet-amazed.html' title='Afraid &amp; Yet Amazed'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sg0buJzjSOI/AAAAAAAAA0I/jUTXjTfe8sI/s72-c/Triplets..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-7529174239960599234</id><published>2009-05-13T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T04:22:10.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girlfriends'/><title type='text'>FUN.</title><content type='html'>Today was absolutely GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;Random actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Wong told me how terribly I did for My English Paper 1. Damn, I'm really feeling discouraged though my Paper's over &amp;amp; I cant do anything about it. Oh well, I'm trying to not let it bring me down or so cause I still have to concentrate on my A Maths paper 1 tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I take back what I said about the "bloodyhell 3N2 &amp;amp; 3N3" part I wrote last post. Bloodyhell 3N2 only kay. Their exams are like already over. I've forgotten that 3N3 has F&amp;amp;N and D&amp;amp;T tmr. LOL. Kaykay, hold on babes &amp;amp; dudes, only one last paper to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then good news is trip to Melbourne is resumed ! Yeah ! Bad news is, i dont think I'll be going. Had a talk with mum about it and I said I dont think I want to go anymore cause I'd rather choose not to go then being banned from going. Get what I meant ? I mean, if I fail my parents wont allow me to go seyh. Mum said I really dont look confident each time I come home from school recently but I've been really studying my butts off . Well, she'll be having a talk with daddy about this later. I'm already saving up money yknow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright lets not be pessimistic now shall we ?&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned, today was super duper great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the briefing, the usual triplets plus Khadijah &amp;amp; Aini headed off to Plaza. Amira, Liana, Aidil &amp;amp; Syazana headed off first. Grrrrr. Reached, Khadijah, Aini &amp;amp; Khairiyah went off first while Nazirah &amp;amp; me waited a thousand years for Aidil (Cousin) to come.&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, his getting taller every time I met him. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR !&lt;br /&gt;Headed off to the library first where Khairiyah's expression was :O when she saw Aidil. HAHAH ! Nazirah &amp;amp; me feel like ROFL-ing. After that, headed to LJS for lunch where we made a hell a lot of noice . After that, lepak-ed at the playgound near Amira's place. Shasha was there &amp;amp; she was adorable ! Met... ehems, yeah I shant move on to that. Its, hurting but rather funny. I could just laugh to myself thinking about it. Headed home, walked with Khairiyah and obviously the rest were thinking "Artika kalau Aidil ader sombong ekh." or "Artika macam menggatal ekh dengan Aidil." Whatever lahh sey. I just never had a real conversation with him &amp;amp; his my only cousin I havent met for months. I normally meet my cousins a few times every month. I know someone in the group who would gossip like this. Watch your mouth will ya ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, watched "The Biggest Loser". Studied, bathed then studied .&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be uploaded at the next post, promise kkkkkkkkkkkkkkk !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-7529174239960599234?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7529174239960599234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=7529174239960599234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/7529174239960599234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/7529174239960599234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/fun.html' title='FUN.'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-8308995003320798722</id><published>2009-05-12T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T01:03:32.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Kill The Limbo</title><content type='html'>Artika's such an idiot !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serves me right for not checking my answers.&lt;br /&gt;Serves me right for not reading instructions.&lt;br /&gt;Serves me right for being over-confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, the paper was simply manageable. I stupidly daydreamed during the last 25 minutes thinking that I had completed the whole paper but I missed out the last question. 8 marks gone, just like that ):&lt;br /&gt;A maths was the worst ever ! By looking at the first question my mind already went blank. I was struggling through some questions. I was so concentrated on Chemistry yesterday and didnt bother to study A Maths. Lesson learned: Start studying before exam starts. Then start revising during the exam period.&lt;br /&gt;Artika, you're such a dumbass yknoww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now theres only Physics &amp;amp; A Maths paper 1. Bloodyhell 3N2 &amp;amp; 3N3, they're last paper's tomorrow while mine's on Thursday. Kaykay relax, 2 more papers to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andd Khairiyah wants to have a video call with me. Shit, how does this work mann !&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, she clicked the wrong button -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before A Maths today, Rafiqah was being the usual funny self. Insulting me and all. Nazirah vomited during A Maths &amp;amp; I lost my concentration. GRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry wasnt the only problem.&lt;br /&gt;I think my friends have lost trust in me ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the terrible sin I did last year ? Whoever knows, shush !&lt;br /&gt;Since then, girlfies never bother to share anything with me. I dont know whether its a coicidence that this happened after the sin I did. You know when you're in a group &amp;amp; one person whispers to another in front of you ? They're doing that now. I dont mind them keeping secrets but whispering in front of me ? Kay, thats just simply rude especially as a friend. Oh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm a really bad person. I've apologized to someone cause I was taking his existence for granted. I've explained to Khairiyah that the sin I did wasnt entirely his fault.&lt;br /&gt;Oh but then again, I dont have your approval to control you.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I think that you're the bestbestbestest friends and its pretty obvious that you dont think/feel the same way for me. I'm sorry to say this but as much as I want a "friends forever" kinda thing, we're gonna have to fly solo someday.&lt;br /&gt;One day, we're all gonna wake up &amp;amp; not knowing what's missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please dont ask me what this crappy post is about. You know exactly what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cant find the fucking reason whats wrong with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-8308995003320798722?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8308995003320798722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=8308995003320798722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/8308995003320798722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/8308995003320798722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/kill-limbo.html' title='Kill The Limbo'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-8177599781189171635</id><published>2009-05-11T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T04:59:10.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survived.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;True love has no "happily ever after". It never ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SggDaUzRG-I/AAAAAAAAAzw/c8O02dPx1M8/s1600-h/Invisible..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SggDaUzRG-I/AAAAAAAAAzw/c8O02dPx1M8/s320/Invisible..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334517509415574498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like a lady wearing thick eyeliner &amp;amp; a black hood, I'm invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today was rocking. I'm glad that i met girlfies today. They certainly made me feel better from last night. I shant elaborate on that but frankly, I'd do anything to get out of the house &amp;amp; meet them. Nothing could go wrong that way (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was full of fun, joy &amp;amp; laughter. Was on the phone with Rio for like 10 mins then talked on the phone with the usual Laughing Gases till 1am. Its been awhile since we conference-d. Woke up at 10am, bathed and cleaned. Met Khairiyah then headed off to fajar Mac Donald. Studied there, like what us girlfriends always do on public holidays. It'll definitely be a much better study group with Azlina in it (: A surprise visit by Berok/Shrek. Lepak-ed, went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHELSEA 4 ARSENAL 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SggHBphtEjI/AAAAAAAAAz4/AAQ0HfRo25U/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%282128%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SggHBphtEjI/AAAAAAAAAz4/AAQ0HfRo25U/s320/PicturePerfect%282128%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334521483528835634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Manchester &amp;amp; Liverpool will be going down someday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;HMMMMMMMMM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Anddd, I didnt really cried on the first photo pleaseeeeeeeee. I aint so sympathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Byeeeeeeeee !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/8934166734365046178-8177599781189171635?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8177599781189171635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=8177599781189171635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/8177599781189171635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/8177599781189171635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/survived.html' title='Survived.'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SggDaUzRG-I/AAAAAAAAAzw/c8O02dPx1M8/s72-c/Invisible..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-6765606019106324254</id><published>2009-05-09T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:18:31.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Survey'/><title type='text'>So yesterday.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a blast ! No pictures taken though .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, I'm just so tempted to do the survey on Shafeeqa's blog so here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last person to tell you "I l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ove you" ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will you ever two-time your boyfriend ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the last thing you bought for yourself ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doughnuts !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the latest time you went to sleep ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5am .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What were you doing 5.30pm yesterday ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating cake at Couzies place .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If given a chance, will you marry a millionaire ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only if his heart is as worth as his money .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On a date, what will you expect from your boyfriend ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romance &amp;amp; Simplicity .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you currently in love ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always, with myself . HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you want to say out loud ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can someone please text me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you munching on now ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are your upcoming plans ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study at Fajar Mac Donalds with Girlfies tmr ! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the one favourite nickname you use on someone ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katek. Jokingjoking !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name four guys who are super close to you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmm. I dont have the four ultimate close guy friends but I talk to Azeem &amp;amp; Rio a lot . Nevertheless, I treat all guys the same (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who calls you crazy or mental ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, bloodyhell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you thinking of now ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinetic Particle Theory &amp;amp; Chemical Bonding. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How did your last relationship ended ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "no more feelings/feelings faded" kind of shit uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last person to pamper you ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You have to choose a blind or deaf guy. Which one ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you crazy over now ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Lambert &amp;amp; Zac Effron. *melts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, my day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned at the previous post, went to my stepcousin's wedding yesterday. I dont really know what's the relation between me &amp;amp; her but her dad's is my dad's cousin but this guy married twice something like that . Since theres American blood in the family, we meet a lot of different people there &amp;amp; this eurasion guy who looked HOT. I thought I was the only one who noticed until Yani mentioned him in the car, LOL. So yeah, after that went to Auntie's place to celebrate Mother's Day in Advance. She has been begging us not to buy her anything but in the end, she's been asking me whether we bought her something. -.-" Daddy bought her a pair of vintage shades &amp;amp; I had to pretend that i like it. Its nice i guess. Blahblablah, went home at 9pm. Oh, and this is the clothes I wore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SgZjRMEvj_I/AAAAAAAAAzo/G3Y1KeBmmoo/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%282109%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SgZjRMEvj_I/AAAAAAAAAzo/G3Y1KeBmmoo/s320/PicturePerfect%282109%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334059955616976882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very bad picture quality but just bear with it and concentrate on the clothes, not my face. Not trying to brag but people have been complimenting me &amp;amp; I just want you guys to check it out :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay byeeeeeeeeee !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-6765606019106324254?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6765606019106324254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=6765606019106324254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/6765606019106324254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/6765606019106324254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-yesterday.html' title='So yesterday.'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SgZjRMEvj_I/AAAAAAAAAzo/G3Y1KeBmmoo/s72-c/PicturePerfect%282109%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-3588891339305613200</id><published>2009-05-08T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T05:53:51.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>206th Post [:</title><content type='html'>Greetings Earthlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azeem said he misses me. *sniffs* hahah, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 11pm last night &amp;amp; woke up at 10am today. Thats like 11 hours of sleep after studying 2 hours everyday last week . The rest really paid off &amp;amp; i'm feeling as fresh as ever !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the repeated episode of American Idol yesterday. Adam Lambert's in the Top 3 babeh ! Yes ah ! I was alone at home so I screamed at the top of my lungs . Went to meet Yani at banquet soon after watching The Biggest Loser . I bought Doughnuts and put them in the fridge with a big "Do Not Consume!" sign there . Laugh Out Loud ekh . Didnt studied the whole day yesterday . Spent my whole afternoon chatting &amp;amp; creating my new picture blog . The link is other the navigation "profile". Do check it out kays . I didnt get my inspiration from anyone . I just love photography the moment I got a camera phone .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I asked Azeem's opinion on me going to ITE after O's . Apparently only ITE East offers Health Sciences . I asked Daddy too but he keeps giving me examples like "If I give you a handphone made in China &amp;amp; Nokia which one do you one?" and I was like "Nokia." and he was liek "Same lah like choosing ITE and Poly." he doesnt mind also but would prefer if I'd go Poly &amp;amp; will only go ITE if I couldnt cope at Polytechnic . But if I were to complete a nursing cost at ITE by the time I'd reach Poly, I'll be like 20 and still going to school while my friends are already working . Well, his 40 and taking his Masters for Security Management . -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about my father, he got promoted ! *clapclap* Meaning bigger pay &amp;amp; more allowance for me ! HAHAHAH !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah anyways, while I was cleaning today, I found a Scrap Book Azlina &amp;amp; Me used to share . It was our secret (: Yeah, will be letting her keep it for awhile cause we shared money to buy it &amp;amp; it'll be like she getting cheated cause I've been keeping the book for a very long time .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, my blog has been to quiet kan ? Just added songs and used mixpod.com instead of imeem cause it like totally sucks now . I hope Nazirah wont tease me and say "Lagu lama seyyy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, going to a stepcousin's wedding, yay . And celebrate Mother's Day in advance at Auntie's place . After that i promise to study kayyy ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A survey next post if Shafeeqa doesnt mind me doing her's :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8934166734365046178-3588891339305613200?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3588891339305613200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=3588891339305613200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/3588891339305613200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/3588891339305613200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/206th-post.html' title='206th Post [:'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-4029384979040122025</id><published>2009-05-08T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T02:07:56.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I Wonder Where You Allighted.</title><content type='html'>Currently chatting with Azeem &amp;amp; listening to the radio.&lt;br /&gt;There's many good songs on today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POA Paper 1 was, argh ! I studied all the definitions of the concepts and what came out was entirely different ! All those double entry shit like wth . I'm not good at the General Journal sey. Our minds were all blank .&lt;br /&gt;Paper 2 was a good paper . Trading, Profit &amp;amp; Loss Accont , Balance Sheet, Trial Balance &amp;amp; Purchases Ledger came out . I should be able to obtain atleast a pass cause I did average on these as tests before this and scored well . Heck care about Paper 1 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'll be making a picure blog soon . So aah yeah byeeeeeeeeeee !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S You'll see me soon here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gms.edu.sg/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 38px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SgP15yzRjJI/AAAAAAAAAy0/qPij1bDN85k/s320/gms-bgheader.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333376756974980242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Insyallah (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-4029384979040122025?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4029384979040122025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=4029384979040122025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/4029384979040122025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/4029384979040122025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-i-wonder-where-you-allighted.html' title='And I Wonder Where You Allighted.'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SgP15yzRjJI/AAAAAAAAAy0/qPij1bDN85k/s72-c/gms-bgheader.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-2486974461214592748</id><published>2009-05-06T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T01:12:30.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PLURK ADDED :D&lt;br /&gt;Since everyone has it and it looks very interesting. Why not have one ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pssst, go tell the whole world I copied everyone else. that proves how lame &amp;amp; childish you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yar, tell ahh !&lt;br /&gt;"Ekh, Artika copy me sia. I have plurk she also have plurk." -.-"&lt;br /&gt;Yang korang dapat plurk korang tu dari maner ? Bodoh !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay moving on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really effed up with some things right now. Nothing to do with last night pleaseeeeeeeee !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I'll spill it all out here &amp;amp; I appreciate it if you keep your comments to yourself, ty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it veryveryveryveryveryvery stupid when a girl looks at me differently . I know I've got the arrogant look but hey, who are you to stare at me for no reason right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artika's a Bitch and a Flirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what ? I may be a flirt but I've got limits too. Obviously I'm not some sicko who flirt with other people's boyfriends and apparently I cant seem to remember when's the last time I flirt. Seriously stupid seyy. Kay fine uhh, what people wrote at their blog post may not concern me at all but why insult people through your blog post ? Not happy with anyone confront them lah sey. Atleast when I backstabbed people in my blog my only reason why I did that is because they did the same thing to me whattttttt and that idiot doesnt know my blog also.&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo aah please lah . Rimas tau aku tengok blog macam ni .&lt;br /&gt;Alright ah, your blog your say . But whats the point if you keep on blogging about other people when its supposed to be about you ? Gosh, for once I'm making sense (refering to the last sentence, heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing . I can swear to god that I'm not refering to one particular person .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont see what can happen in a friendship when a boyf has something to do with it. Hey, I dont have any problems with my ex boyf's ex girlfs though they always seem to look at me in a very arrogant manner idk why. Well, except for Syazana, Khairiyah &amp;amp; Nooraini all those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why ? Mentang2 mataer kau ex orang laen kau boleh tunjok muke taik kat dier per ? Sorry lah ekh, as usual Englishku semakin hancur. Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I dont know why I'm feeling so paranoid about this though I never experienced it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened like to Khairiyah. Yah man, I just recalled. But nehmind, that was like donkey years ago &amp;amp; I shant bring up the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in case this happens to me, I'll be like argh !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you like not happy about me being your boyfriend's ex girlfriend ? I dont give a damn about your 'love story' between you &amp;amp; him uh . Whats your aim if you give me the look huh ? Make me jealous is it ? About what huh ? That my ex boyfriend has a new girlfriend ? Please lah . I dont care who he has in his life especially when he doesnt care about me anymore . Nak jealous uat aper seyy ?&lt;br /&gt;Theres more to life than love man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before you try to get on my nerves with your sarcasm, think of your plan brilliantly before doing so.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-2486974461214592748?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2486974461214592748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=2486974461214592748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/2486974461214592748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/2486974461214592748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/thinking-we-were-unbreakable.html' title='Eternity'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-610807610555483206</id><published>2009-05-06T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T02:54:37.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Breathe</title><content type='html'>Four papers down, Six subjects left and Ten more papers to go.&lt;br /&gt;Elementary Maths was okay at first but part Section two dah start merepek. The question with the two triangles in a circle that one, I left that blank. I had all the formulas that has anything to do with triangles in my head all the way till Pythagoras Theorm but I still cant figure it out . Social Studies was really sucky . I wasnt able to finish my paper, well everyone didnt but its a surprise 3N2 &amp;amp; 3N3 managed to finish it . Hmmmmmm .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah wish me luck on E Maths Paper 1 &amp;amp; Geography tmr !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; shit, I havent started on Coasts . GAHS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andd I finally know how to edit my blogskin, yay. Slow ekh.&lt;br /&gt;I only changed the template. I emailed what I wanted to write at my profile to Aqilah &amp;amp; she did all the changes. Background choice was Fatin's &amp;amp; Yani's. Thanks ekh korang !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Azeem&lt;/span&gt; better be online soon. I miss the dude to the bits !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-610807610555483206?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/610807610555483206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=610807610555483206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/610807610555483206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/610807610555483206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-breathe.html' title='Just Breathe'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-1694603634498832666</id><published>2009-05-04T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:43:44.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Boredom.</title><content type='html'>Okay, lets be real mature now shall we ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's paper was Mother Tongue. I've got to admit I gave my 100% in this paper 1 compared to English. Although I must say that Paper 2 was difficult. Everyone was like checking the dictionary for the meaning of words after the paper. Well, I didnt really bother. After all I'm like the lowest. I've got to say that my Malay really suck &amp;amp; I can only score in Paper 1 &amp;amp; the Compre. And yeah, I felt like crying when I wrote my Malay Composition. LOL ekh. I choose the topic likelike the one where we they give you a sentence and you have to continue. Aah, that one. Serious sey. And then I almost laughed at myself. HAHAH, kekek sey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp;amp; yesterday was funny too ! During English Paper 2 I was admiring Elvina's hair when I suddenly gave out a loud hiccup. Malu nyerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ! And, I kinda snorted like twice. Gawd ! I'm really an embaracement man, shit. Kay yeah, no one heard that ekh korang, I think. Yeah, whatever lah ! Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I finally noticed that Aqilah deleted the post she wrote here like wth ! Called her up just now, asked why. She said as long as I'm telling the truth, I dont have to proove/proof myself to anyone . Proove/proof part to pahamkan jer lah ekh. Yknoww, my English. Getting so the bad now. Yeah, and she also said I have nothing to be afraid of. After all I'm telling the truth &amp;amp; my dad works with the law blablablah. Oh, &amp;amp; she also ask me tell you guys that she really meant what she said about my friends though I didnt read that part so I dont know what she's talking about lawl . And I'm not a butch kay ! Nazirah was like "ekh, butch!" &amp;amp; I'll be like "what lah bitch!" and khairiah would be like "HAHAHAHAHS!" &amp;amp; I'll be like "shut up, biatch!" &amp;amp; she'll be like "Balek lah !" and Girlfies will be like "HAHAHAHS!" and nazirah would be like -.-" So yeah .&lt;br /&gt;Laugh Out Loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow's Social Studies &amp;amp; E Maths. I really need to do well for this so please pray for me &amp;amp; wish me luck ! Kay I better stop "shiok sendiri" before Nazirah insults me tomorrow .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp;amp; before I leave, I just found out that Azie auditioned for Anugerah like, idk. Afew days ago or yesterday, idk . Khairiyah showed me a video of her &amp;amp; fulamak ! Suare sedap seyyy ! But, she didnt get thru . i've got to admit the judges werent being fair and all . Its ok lah, you're always a star to me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care All !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-1694603634498832666?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1694603634498832666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=1694603634498832666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/1694603634498832666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/1694603634498832666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/boredom.html' title='Boredom.'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-6327330174276619091</id><published>2009-05-04T04:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T04:49:09.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Myself</title><content type='html'>Gawdd, last week was really one of the worst week's . I guess its okay to spill it out here .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't believe how much guys can betray you . First, he says he likes you . Then he tells me he has a girlfriend and his excuse was like, "oh, she reminds me of an ex-girlf."&lt;br /&gt;What the hell, asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt like him . I mean, yeah I kinda did at first but I knew nothing was gonna happen . What kind of idiot would go for someone who reminds him/her of their ex ? Possibly, I'll stay away from people who reminds me of mine .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, his not talking to me . Referring to another person here . He said its okay if I didnt liked him . But he claims that the words I told him really hurts him . Well, as usual I didnt mean to hurt a person . Since then we were like always arguing . He said he never changed . I think otherwise .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh whats new right ? A guy likes a girl, decided to go for it, when the girl was like NO the guy gives up, argues with the girl, makes her feel guilty and runs away . I dont find guys who cry a sissy or whatsoever but a guy who runs away ? Shit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt give my best for my Paper 1 this morning . I was like thinking what to write but nothing came to my mind except this bloody problem . And bad things cant happen some other time is it ? Urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-6327330174276619091?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6327330174276619091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=6327330174276619091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/6327330174276619091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/6327330174276619091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hate-myself.html' title='I Hate Myself'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-3767949690030043433</id><published>2009-04-30T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:53:08.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17 Again,</title><content type='html'>The movie was awesomeeeeeeeeee ! Ok, I'm not supposed to post so yeah, I'll end here (:&lt;br /&gt;This is the movie trailer :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CW9TkWY6Cng&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CW9TkWY6Cng&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gd luck for MYE everyone ! [:&lt;br /&gt;&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/8934166734365046178-3767949690030043433?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3767949690030043433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=3767949690030043433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/3767949690030043433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/3767949690030043433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/04/17-again.html' title='17 Again,'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-6797895189142761635</id><published>2009-04-30T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:40:12.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drunken with love</title><content type='html'>Time: 3.23pm&lt;br /&gt;Too early is it ? Yeah, but who cares ? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was a bore. Oh, I'm officially finished with my NAPHA ! I've got 11.2 seconds for my shuttle run &amp;amp; cher said it was good for a girl ! YAY ! POA &amp;amp; Physics was the usual bore . Things started to bright up during A Maths &amp;amp; English . Oh, &amp;amp; i finally passed my Chemistry . 11/20, yeah just passed &amp;amp; not a very good mark too . But atleast I tried . So yeah, during recess, or after should be exact, we were talking about this certain person who we used to like reallyreally like . Just in case any asswipes thought it was them, I'm refering to a junior . No harm sharing here right ? Yeah we used to hangout alot last year . And I'm shocked that I'm not the only one who doesnt fancy her now . Oh well, she still rocks i guess .  I guess its just me . Lawls .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp;amp; trip to Melbourne/Indonesia/China is cancelled due to Swine Flu ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it man, i was looking forward to experiencing winter there . I wanna see penguins andd kangaroos andandd eat strawberries ! Oh well, there better be a postponed one .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be watching 17 Again and telling Girlfies how hothotheat Zac Effron looks in the movie . *melts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of hot, went home early yesterday to go to NUH for a migraine check thing . Had to lined up to check temperature &amp;amp; I was eavesdropping this hot reporter who was socializing with the old lady there . Yes I better stop &amp;amp; shut up ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-6797895189142761635?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6797895189142761635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=6797895189142761635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/6797895189142761635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/6797895189142761635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/04/drunken-with-love.html' title='drunken with love'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-5675071126234180030</id><published>2009-04-28T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T03:37:35.264-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melt The Snow.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not Just Yet [:'/><title type='text'>Fairytale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Relationships are like glass. Sometimes its better to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leave them broken then trying to hurt yourself by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;putting it back together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does a woman love a man ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: I aint refering to those who are currently happy with their relationship, duh. &amp;amp; oh, inspired by another blogger (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because they seem so nice at first ? Their looks ? His heart ? The way he thinks ? Or is it just something she notices in him that makes him so different from others.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE, its the closest thing we have to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;magic&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; that many people believe in but still could not tell the defination specifically. I dont understand why everybody wants it so much when all it leads to is heartache. In my case, Mr Right is always WRONG. Still, I cant stop myself from thinking about them. I just wish I could tell them how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Though ofcourse, I dont love them like how I did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The most common advice people gave me is to "wait for the right one". Sometimes when love strike, we (or in this case I) really thought his the one.&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, it isnt my ex boyf's fault if they made me so afraid to fall in love again. I was the one who choose the path which doesnt lead me to much inner pain &amp;amp; agony. That way, the only cause for anything that goes wrong, would be me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-5675071126234180030?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5675071126234180030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=5675071126234180030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/5675071126234180030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/5675071126234180030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/04/fairytale.html' title='Fairytale'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-2430871819089902856</id><published>2009-04-26T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T03:29:03.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What if</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SfQ0aVojv2I/AAAAAAAAAys/uUfRkvsJ9Pg/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%282014%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SfQ0aVojv2I/AAAAAAAAAys/uUfRkvsJ9Pg/s320/PicturePerfect%282014%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328941886174642018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Went to Causeway with Artika &amp;amp; Nazirah today. Met dear there .."&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHS ! This is what Khairiyah said . Hmmmmm, let me recall .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar ! We went to watch Twilight at Causeway, met Aidil there . Hilarious moments . Nazirah &amp;amp; me sat behind them so that we could kick their chairs &amp;amp; throw popcorn from behind . Yesh, we also always threw popcorn when we saw them hold hands . HAHAHAHAHAS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp;amp; I remember my birthday last year too . Me &amp;amp; the triplets went to Causeway to catch High School Musical 3 . Khairiyah almost cried seyy . And popcorn dropped into her "tooooooot" ! LOL ! Yeah, good times .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much miss having fun . Last year seem to roll by so quickly . I can easily get an A for maths . I cant even score a descent pass for my double maths .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly I feel like posting something emo about someone who doesnt know my blog . But, nahhhh . Life's too short to be emo . YES ! That'll be my new slogan .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm feeling much better now . Currently chatting with Shrek after forever . And alone at home ): Nazirah didnt pass me my ez link lah damn it . Its ok i guess . Daddy's picking me up soon and we're going out for dinner at some place my parents like &amp;amp; obviously I'll hate -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i gtg . Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-2430871819089902856?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2430871819089902856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=2430871819089902856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/2430871819089902856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/2430871819089902856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-if.html' title='What if'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SfQ0aVojv2I/AAAAAAAAAys/uUfRkvsJ9Pg/s72-c/PicturePerfect%282014%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-1378745998231261874</id><published>2009-04-24T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:50:34.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>still sick</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm gonna make it a short one .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tongue feels so numb &amp;amp; my saliva tastes like shit . You know what I mean right ? For once I couldnt finish my breakfast &amp;amp; lunch . And even mummy's brownies dont taste nice . Bluek . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright it breaks my heart to end here but I gtg rest . Byeee all !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-1378745998231261874?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1378745998231261874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=1378745998231261874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/1378745998231261874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/1378745998231261874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/04/still-sick.html' title='still sick'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-3308293821088134649</id><published>2009-04-24T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T03:36:21.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>Yes, Artika's back &amp;amp; she's rocking hard ! Miss me ? HA-HA-HA !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt go to school today cause I was down with a super high fever . 40.5 degress, yuppz I broke the record . Went to Choa Chu Kang Polyclinic &amp;amp; I felt damn giddy there . Could've meet him there but mommy wanted to follow at the last minute cause I cant talk . Yar, I can talk . And I've got drug allergies so now my eyes are sooo red &amp;amp; so the bengkak . Ouch !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was free periods for POA &amp;amp; A Maths . Yay ! So Nazirah &amp;amp; Me camwhored . Its the last 3 pictures below . After that we went to Fajar then lepak at Khairiyah's block . Going home time, I walked home with Norliana &amp;amp; we saw Haizrul . LOL . Liana was like "oh, fuck." HAHAHAHAHS ! Yeah, it was hillarious and very unexpected . Got home, I got a temperature, slept like at 8pm . Yeah, and I missed my Malay Listening Comprehension today . Shitttt . Now I've got to do it alone .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SfGRyD2NIZI/AAAAAAAAAyk/qlz69_TiihM/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%281989%29-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SfGRyD2NIZI/AAAAAAAAAyk/qlz69_TiihM/s320/PicturePerfect%281989%29-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328200123368153490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SfGRx06N8-I/AAAAAAAAAyc/Ju4p6lrh4MM/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%281986%29-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SfGRx06N8-I/AAAAAAAAAyc/Ju4p6lrh4MM/s320/PicturePerfect%281986%29-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328200119358452706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SfGRcTW3KZI/AAAAAAAAAyU/KmwPWilPSQQ/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%281984%29-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SfGRcTW3KZI/AAAAAAAAAyU/KmwPWilPSQQ/s320/PicturePerfect%281984%29-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328199749574535570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SfGRcbY-rEI/AAAAAAAAAyM/wFtlCUZZpyI/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%281983%29-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SfGRcbY-rEI/AAAAAAAAAyM/wFtlCUZZpyI/s320/PicturePerfect%281983%29-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328199751730900034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SfGRcJq3F5I/AAAAAAAAAyE/76O0-G8qi3s/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%281980%29-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SfGRcJq3F5I/AAAAAAAAAyE/76O0-G8qi3s/s320/PicturePerfect%281980%29-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328199746974062482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently chatting with no one cause no one's online ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently no one's putting in any effort for this year's MYE . And I really need to buck up on my sciences or I could kiss my dreams on becoming a nurse goodbye . I was a half mark away from passing while the rest did very well . And I really did study kay . Sigh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, thats all from me yaw . Take Care ! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-3308293821088134649?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3308293821088134649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=3308293821088134649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/3308293821088134649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/3308293821088134649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/04/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SfGRyD2NIZI/AAAAAAAAAyk/qlz69_TiihM/s72-c/PicturePerfect%281989%29-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-4686484956205025062</id><published>2009-04-18T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:24:11.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rcyc &apos;08'/><title type='text'>I Miss Yoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Seqlx8kIwAI/AAAAAAAAAxs/HgAPKWFlkFM/s1600-h/c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Seqlx8kIwAI/AAAAAAAAAxs/HgAPKWFlkFM/s320/c.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326251786808901634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SeqmEBjnpvI/AAAAAAAAAx8/WKn60sVcy7s/s1600-h/ccc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SeqmEBjnpvI/AAAAAAAAAx8/WKn60sVcy7s/s320/ccc.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326252097386555122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who never fail to light up my day &amp;amp; give me a helping hand whenever I'm in pain . Imy DDDDDDDDDDDDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having hmuan crutchers whenever I sprained my ankle. Now, I cant even rely on my friends when I'm injured ): Its ok i guess .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a very boring day indeed . So nothing much . Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-4686484956205025062?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4686484956205025062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=4686484956205025062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/4686484956205025062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/4686484956205025062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-miss-yoo.html' title='I Miss Yoo'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Seqlx8kIwAI/AAAAAAAAAxs/HgAPKWFlkFM/s72-c/c.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-491023655590297791</id><published>2009-04-18T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T05:57:56.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SemfL9ZtvZI/AAAAAAAAAxg/QsiRVx34YNA/s1600-h/DSC00240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SemfL9ZtvZI/AAAAAAAAAxg/QsiRVx34YNA/s320/DSC00240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325963062152117650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SemfLibDG6I/AAAAAAAAAxY/jVJ5t9aNmOg/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%281276%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SemfLibDG6I/AAAAAAAAAxY/jVJ5t9aNmOg/s320/PicturePerfect%281276%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325963054909954978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dont have best friends, I've got sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We arent perfect. We fight &amp;amp; keep secrets from each other. We've got stupid attitudes &amp;amp; we hate each other's ex boyfs. Despite whatever, there's bound to be a happy ending although life isnt a fairytale (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've superduper love my superduper friends &amp;amp; I miss them superduper muchh although its only been 1 day since we last met but it's as if its been superduper loooooooooong !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna beg my mum if I could go swimming with Khairiyah tommorow . Nazirah cant follow cause she's disabbled . tsktsktsk ! HAHAHAS ! Gosh, I've got to stop all this cyber bullying .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yknoww whenever theres an assembly talk on cyber bullying Girlfies will all look at me &amp;amp; I would be like, "why everyone look at me?" &amp;amp; Nazirah would be "Jgn kerek uhh." Kekekekekekek .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, ITE students have strated schooling like since Monday &amp;amp; Berok's a schoolgirl again ! So is Hanim &amp;amp; both studying at ITE Clementi .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I'm thinking of taking Higher Nitec after my Os . Seriously . Cause going to Poly is like a very huge step and now, I cant even cope with 7 subjects . I intend to take it slowwly . Go to a cool ITE, take a Nursing/Health Science higher nitec course, then go to Poly . Well, it was just a thought . Besides, I really need to fail POA in order to drop . LOL . This doesnt sound like me speaking right ? I know .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy really wants me to take this course &amp;amp; be a nurse . Did you know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Phillipine Doctor=A Singaporean Nurse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;YAR ! That means if I were to become a Nurse &amp;amp; go to Phillipine, I could become a doctor yknowww . Besides, aid is needed everywhere . So they'll wont reject your application if you're qualified . My other option would be Film &amp;amp; Media Studies andd Mass Communication . i think I would go for Health Science, at Ngee Ann Poly .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I dream BIG. Byeeeeeeeeeeeee !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/8934166734365046178-491023655590297791?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/491023655590297791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=491023655590297791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/491023655590297791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/491023655590297791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/04/survey.html' title='Friends.'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SemfL9ZtvZI/AAAAAAAAAxg/QsiRVx34YNA/s72-c/DSC00240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-5302774089727288883</id><published>2009-04-17T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T06:14:45.309-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red cross'/><title type='text'>Step Down Ceremony, edited .</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/_unLXw2NQog0/Seh4F9WJ4II/AAAAAAAAAxI/oeGXrlg6ODs/s1600-h/DSC01419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Seh4F9WJ4II/AAAAAAAAAxI/oeGXrlg6ODs/s320/DSC01419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325638603127775362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vice-Chairperson '08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Seh4FyuWdII/AAAAAAAAAxA/KgliDCk02CU/s1600-h/DSC01417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Seh4FyuWdII/AAAAAAAAAxA/KgliDCk02CU/s320/DSC01417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325638600276472962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Secretary '08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Seh4FscG8SI/AAAAAAAAAw4/iMv-E5P2fbc/s1600-h/DSC01416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Seh4FscG8SI/AAAAAAAAAw4/iMv-E5P2fbc/s320/DSC01416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325638598589346082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Treasurer '08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Seh4FYztE7I/AAAAAAAAAww/WfUdKGF5D0U/s1600-h/DSC01415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Seh4FYztE7I/AAAAAAAAAww/WfUdKGF5D0U/s320/DSC01415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325638593319605170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quarter Mistress '08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Seh3bDj7l6I/AAAAAAAAAwo/tezKlA_0kak/s1600-h/DSC01414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Seh3bDj7l6I/AAAAAAAAAwo/tezKlA_0kak/s320/DSC01414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325637866061797282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chairperson '08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Seh3bCxsbkI/AAAAAAAAAwg/UQSjoMlPqPI/s1600-h/DSC01413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Seh3bCxsbkI/AAAAAAAAAwg/UQSjoMlPqPI/s320/DSC01413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325637865851088450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Secretary '09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Seh3a0u26EI/AAAAAAAAAwY/Ma7cGoWQChg/s1600-h/DSC01412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Seh3a0u26EI/AAAAAAAAAwY/Ma7cGoWQChg/s320/DSC01412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325637862081095746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Treasurer '09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Seh3aki96_I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/V4fZWHPdwsg/s1600-h/DSC01410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Seh3aki96_I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/V4fZWHPdwsg/s320/DSC01410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325637857736256498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chairperson '09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Seh3ahcyPNI/AAAAAAAAAwI/31TvNxXPNNo/s1600-h/DSC01408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Seh3ahcyPNI/AAAAAAAAAwI/31TvNxXPNNo/s320/DSC01408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325637856905018578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quarter Mistress '09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Roslyana, Vice-Chairperson '09 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Congrats everybody . And I'm a Ma'am bebeh ! Yes ah (:&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; congrats to Zul, Asyikin, Azura &amp;amp; Syafiqah for getting promoted to Staff Sergeant :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My day was, ok . Yesterday's match you may ask ? Well, the girls lost 5-1 . Nazirah &amp;amp; Ain got herself injured &amp;amp; I had to change their bandages . I'm bragging actually ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the step-down ceremony, we played games the whole day. 1st is the game where one person has to feed their teammates m&amp;amp;ms using chopsticks, 2nd was the idk what but yeah, I played that game during tuition when I was 12, with an ex-boyf . LOL . Thirdly was "concentration" . Then, we had pizzaaaaaaaaaaaa !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I got back home, after bath and everything, daddy watched some videos &amp;amp; I want you to listen to it . Malay songs though, heheheh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iLrnwqndEt0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iLrnwqndEt0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belaian Jiwa-Vincent Chong.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, his HOT !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sfjFfeWiHKE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sfjFfeWiHKE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila Rasaku Ini Rasamu-Kerispatih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The 2nd video's really, omg . I want that sorta boyfriend ! The one willing to take the risks for everything .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO yupzxzxz, that was my day . Currently chatting with him . So i gtg now . Take Care :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S videos take time to load :DDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've forgotten to do this survey Berok/Shrek linked me to do .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8934166734365046178-5302774089727288883?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5302774089727288883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=5302774089727288883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/5302774089727288883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/5302774089727288883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/04/step-down-ceremony.html' title='Step Down Ceremony, edited .'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Seh4F9WJ4II/AAAAAAAAAxI/oeGXrlg6ODs/s72-c/DSC01419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-2314189398442836017</id><published>2009-04-16T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T02:07:15.295-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325206826808948850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SebvZRNuuHI/AAAAAAAAAwA/JlMdytkgppI/s320/DSC00778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello bloghoppers (:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for dropping by though I don't have anything interesting to post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the handouts for those going to Indonesia were given out . They're going to do very interesting things indeed . Like going to this popular restaurant &amp;amp; school, visiting places that has anything to do with the Royal Family, going to Mount Merapi . Very beautiful place (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Melbourne however, lets seee .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 June - Visit The Immigration Museum &amp;amp; City Tour.&lt;br /&gt;2 June - Great Ocean Road &amp;amp; Kangaroobie Farm (Overnight on the farm,&lt;br /&gt;yay !)&lt;br /&gt;3 June - Still Kangaroobie Farm, return to Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;4 June - Mornington Peninsula, Strawberry Farm, Vineyard, Gordon Glass&lt;br /&gt;Blowing Studio.&lt;br /&gt;5 June - Queen Victoria Market, Multi-Culture Food Tour, Koala Conservation&lt;br /&gt;Centre, Penguin Protection Programme &amp;amp; The Penguin Parade.&lt;br /&gt;6 June - National Gallery of Victoria, Home Sweet Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh, the things I'm going to do there . Of course, if I do well in my Mid-Year Exams . I'm the only person in class going . But there's gonna be Karen, Raihan &amp;amp; Shurina from the other 2 classes . YAY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relatives from Malaysia seems really proud of me . After all I'm the latest person who gets to go overseas after Aidil . He went to Japan last year, TSK . And at last I'm going out of Asia .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But girlfies will be off to Indonesia exactly on 6 June when I get back . TSKK . Khairiyah was happy, cause she finally got to ride an aeroplane . The last time I rode an aeroplane I was like 4 years old . So apparently I've forgotten how it feels like .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah as you can see, I'm really looking forward to this . I'll buy strawberries for everyone &amp;amp; I'll bring a penguin back home for Rena . HAHAHAHS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Maths was free periods &amp;amp; a laugh . Do not underestimate Sabila, seriously . She's damn funny seyy . I was laughing like mad in class just now . HAHAHS . POA test ? Dont ask .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the step down ceremony . Or step up in my case . Yay ! I hope its gonna be a fun one this year . Congrats to all the Ex-Cos to-be (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, I've got to go . Take excellent care everyone !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-2314189398442836017?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2314189398442836017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=2314189398442836017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/2314189398442836017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/2314189398442836017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/04/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SebvZRNuuHI/AAAAAAAAAwA/JlMdytkgppI/s72-c/DSC00778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-1780819894456621162</id><published>2009-04-15T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T04:32:34.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Handsome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Amira thinks I'm a good photograoher . *sniffs* awwwww .&lt;br /&gt;You guys should check Aini's photos . Their great !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well recently everyone has been in a bad mood . Me ? Not really . A rumour was spread in my class about me liking this guy . Idiotic people . Well, at least my peepos &amp;amp; me knows is not true .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: Its a sin to start rumours .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I shant let that bother me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andd I miss Abg Shafii . Its been like decades since he last msged . Busy life, I understand (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care All !&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/8934166734365046178-1780819894456621162?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1780819894456621162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=1780819894456621162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/1780819894456621162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/1780819894456621162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-handsome.html' title='Hello Handsome'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-6998083400580488732</id><published>2009-04-14T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T06:00:48.046-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happily Ever After After All .'/><title type='text'>melt the snow</title><content type='html'>To the spammer :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for taking your time to read my blog &amp;amp; commenting about what I write . I didnt know I was that important &amp;amp; now I just realized that my blog is well known to strangers too . Thanks man .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, unfortunately I took away my tagboard . So yeah do your job &amp;amp; make other people famous too kay . Looking for you would be just the waste of my time . I've got better things to do .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S Spammers never win .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I've got a list of suspects but i'm not trying to accuse anyone . Psssst, I've got my eyes on you . LOL . But yeah, on the bright side, I'm not the only one who got spamed . HAHAHAHAHAHAHS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take note kay .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. Aqilah really exists, she's my cousin, dimwit .&lt;br /&gt;#2. If you think you're veryvery rich, you must be like Paris Hilton . Spoilt &amp;amp; Slutty .&lt;br /&gt;#3. Yupzxzxzx I'm proud to be an A Maths student . I don't need to be jealous just because you're taking it too .&lt;br /&gt;#4. I have a fat face . Hey, nobody's perfect .&lt;br /&gt;#5. I'm not a good photographer, cause I don't plan to be one .&lt;br /&gt;#6. If you think i'm immature, look whose talking . The idiot who spams blogs &amp;amp; doesn't dare to put his/her name . Coward !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, about point 2 right, I'm referring to only the spammer . Not every rich person (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats all from me today . There isnt any tests in school . Logarithms &amp;amp; Causes of Conflicts tests tomorrow . TSKKKKKKK !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care All !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-6998083400580488732?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6998083400580488732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=6998083400580488732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/6998083400580488732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/6998083400580488732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/04/melt-snow.html' title='melt the snow'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-4435358244294567975</id><published>2009-04-12T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T01:39:06.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melt The Snow.'/><title type='text'>thinking we were unbreakable</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I'm back ! Miss me ? Comecome, I'll give you a hug (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my "holidays" were kinda boring . We didnt go out much so I just bought a necklace with the letter "A" on it . So yeah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was very tiring . I reached home at 1am &amp;amp; woke up at 6.15am . It was flag day . We went to the wrong library cause teacher gave us the wrong address -.- Hence, we were an hour late . Broke out into groups, held out the tin like no one's business . Stopped at 12.20pm, rest at Jurong East Library, daddy picked me up &amp;amp; we went for lunch at Jurong Point . Blablahblah, reached home &amp;amp; slept straight away . So yeah that was my day . In the evening, met girlfies at Bukit Panjang Plaza . I was the "photographer" or as what Berok like to call it "camerawoman" ? Yeah it was a laugh &amp;amp; very fun . So yeah, here are the pictures at Malaysia .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SeGh5dqaA3I/AAAAAAAAAv4/pfgeKPg3viE/s1600-h/DSC01311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SeGh5dqaA3I/AAAAAAAAAv4/pfgeKPg3viE/s320/DSC01311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323714243115746162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SeGheO3lPNI/AAAAAAAAAvw/tnASBEk7kKk/s1600-h/DSC01333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SeGheO3lPNI/AAAAAAAAAvw/tnASBEk7kKk/s320/DSC01333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323713775288007890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SeGgDXYviMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/RorefS1sBZc/s1600-h/DSC01296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SeGgDXYviMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/RorefS1sBZc/s320/DSC01296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323712214206482626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm pretty bad at taking scenaries .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SeGfBjLO65I/AAAAAAAAAvg/sNPDuUW1rJM/s1600-h/DSC01306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SeGfBjLO65I/AAAAAAAAAvg/sNPDuUW1rJM/s320/DSC01306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323711083499678610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SeGfBVHDx6I/AAAAAAAAAvY/9DMqjx5PcUA/s1600-h/DSC01304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SeGfBVHDx6I/AAAAAAAAAvY/9DMqjx5PcUA/s320/DSC01304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323711079724074914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SeGfBPU6vlI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/XJOOvo7dNbw/s1600-h/DSC01249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SeGfBPU6vlI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/XJOOvo7dNbw/s320/DSC01249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323711078171590226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SeGd2zCXjNI/AAAAAAAAAvI/4OIh2VGLNfg/s1600-h/DSC01245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SeGd2zCXjNI/AAAAAAAAAvI/4OIh2VGLNfg/s320/DSC01245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323709799267273938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SeGdieP2OZI/AAAAAAAAAvA/VG-dZN99uVQ/s1600-h/DSC01241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SeGdieP2OZI/AAAAAAAAAvA/VG-dZN99uVQ/s320/DSC01241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323709450089281938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, another survey from Azeem's blog . Should go to his blog more often (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Full Name = &lt;strong&gt;Nurul Artika Raemi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nicknames = &lt;strong&gt;Artika ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Birth place = &lt;strong&gt;KKH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hair color = &lt;strong&gt;Black, after its still dyed -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;5. Natural hair style = &lt;strong&gt;Wavy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Eye Color = &lt;strong&gt;Brown seh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Birthday =&lt;strong&gt; 23 October&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Favourite Country = &lt;strong&gt;I havent travelled much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite color =&lt;strong&gt; Black, Pink, Red.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. One place you'd like to visit = &lt;strong&gt;London.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever been in love? &lt;strong&gt;Yup.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you believe in love at first sight? &lt;strong&gt;Nope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you currently have a crush? &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever been hurt emotionally? &lt;strong&gt;YEAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever broken someone's heart? &lt;strong&gt;I think so.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;strong&gt; DUH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever liked someone but never told them? &lt;strong&gt;DUHH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you afraid of commitment? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IDK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who was the last person you hugged? &lt;strong&gt;Khairiyah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who was the last person you said I love you to? &lt;strong&gt;Girlfies ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN THIS OR THAT.&lt;br /&gt;1. Love or lust? &lt;strong&gt;Love .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;TEN HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;1. Been caught sneaking out? &lt;strong&gt;Nope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Seen a polar bear? &lt;strong&gt;Yupp . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Done something you regret?&lt;strong&gt;Nope.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bungee jumped? &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Eaten food that fell on the floor? &lt;strong&gt;Yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Finished an entire jaw breaker?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Jaw breaker aper ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Been caught naked? &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Wanted an ex bf/gf back? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Cried because you lost a pet &lt;strong&gt;Yeah ):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Wanted to disappear? &lt;strong&gt;Everytime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN PREFERENCES IN A PARTNER&lt;br /&gt;1. Smile or eyes? &lt;strong&gt;Smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Light or dark hair? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hugs or kisses? &lt;strong&gt;Both&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Shorter or taller? &lt;strong&gt;Taller ! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Intelligence or attraction? &lt;strong&gt;BOTHH ! More on intelligence :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Topman or Zara? &lt;strong&gt;WHO ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Funny or serious?&lt;strong&gt;Both !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Older or Younger? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Same age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Outgoing or quiet?&lt;strong&gt; V outgoing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Sweet or Bad ? &lt;strong&gt;-.- Sweet luh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN HAVE YOUS&lt;br /&gt;1. Ever performed in front of a large crowd? &lt;strong&gt;Yeap.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ever talked on the phone for longer than an hour?&lt;strong&gt;Yes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ever tried walking on your hands? &lt;strong&gt;Nope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ever been to a rock concert? &lt;strong&gt;Nope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ever been on a cheer leading team? &lt;strong&gt;kinda ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ever been on a dance team? &lt;strong&gt;Yeah, like donkey years ago.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ever been on a sports team? &lt;strong&gt;Yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ever been in a drama play/production? &lt;strong&gt;Yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ever owned a BMW, Mercedes Benz, Escalade, Hummer or Bentley? Lamborghini? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ever been in a rap video?&lt;strong&gt; No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN LASTS&lt;br /&gt;2. Last person you hugged? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khairiyah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last person you hung out with? &lt;strong&gt;Khairiyah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Last time you worked? &lt;strong&gt;Never&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Last person you talked to? &lt;strong&gt;My family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you IM'd? &lt;strong&gt;No one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Last person you texted? &lt;strong&gt;No One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Last person(s) you went to the movies with? &lt;strong&gt;Family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Last person who called you? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Last website visited? &lt;strong&gt;facebook&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten person to do this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anyone who hasnt done this :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well currently doing nothing &amp;amp; reading his blog . He thinks I've got a cute laugh (: Yeah, we talked crap/shit . Funny man . Yupzxzxzx, his the dude who still msgs me when I'm away &amp;amp; said *P/S dont need to reply" LOL . K shut up Artika .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; love, isnt infinite. Cause nothing lasts forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care All (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-4435358244294567975?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4435358244294567975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=4435358244294567975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/4435358244294567975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/4435358244294567975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/04/thinking-we-were-unbreakable.html' title='thinking we were unbreakable'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SeGh5dqaA3I/AAAAAAAAAv4/pfgeKPg3viE/s72-c/DSC01311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-6939826915507220591</id><published>2009-04-09T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:18:14.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sd2gxGWKNsI/AAAAAAAAAu4/eqRRBgLOI2Q/s1600-h/hj.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sd2gxGWKNsI/AAAAAAAAAu4/eqRRBgLOI2Q/s320/hj.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322587099999385282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought that all hope seems lost,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'M GOING TO MELBOURNE SWEETHEARTXZXZXXZXZXZ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh finally ! Well, I did hope that Girlfies we'll be there with me but they'll be off to Indonesia. So yeah. At last, I realized that I do have a potential in some other way. A failure in Malay but a successor-to-be in Humanities. I feel so thrilled, shocked, stunned &amp;amp; surprise that I didnt care who I'll be sharing the room with or being my partner etc. Just fyi, it'll be on 1-6 June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to Malaysia &amp;amp; will be back tmr . Will be buying green thongs for Nazirah &amp;amp; bikinis for the rest. Oh, dont give me that look . They're obviously joking . Yeah, I'll buy something (:&lt;br /&gt;&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/8934166734365046178-6939826915507220591?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6939826915507220591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=6939826915507220591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/6939826915507220591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/6939826915507220591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-when-i-thought-that-all-hope-seems.html' title=''/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sd2gxGWKNsI/AAAAAAAAAu4/eqRRBgLOI2Q/s72-c/hj.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-8085187771241345453</id><published>2009-04-04T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T06:03:28.717-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>Infinite ;</title><content type='html'>Deep down inside of me lies a tag which says, "handle with care".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever people asks, "Oh hey babe, hows you?" and I'll say, "Just fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am but not so much. I didnt know this path I took could lead me to much more misery. Whatever it is, I'm just gonna study doubly hard this year. No more failing every A Math test but pushing my grades up instead. I'm not going to bother of what my friends or other people think of me anymore. I've got to stop listening to other people ordering me around &amp;amp; having to do that just so they wont put up a shitty face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I'm always the one who has to say sorry though I'm not the one at fault. Wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, I'll still love everyone who makes me happy &amp;amp; not regretting every moment which made me smile (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-8085187771241345453?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8085187771241345453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=8085187771241345453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/8085187771241345453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/8085187771241345453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/04/infinite.html' title='Infinite ;'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-5230041211191985299</id><published>2009-04-02T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T05:14:41.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what if'/><title type='text'>just,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SdX8K8kRjxI/AAAAAAAAAuw/tG9XMXze0UI/s1600-h/i.am.who.i.am.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SdX8K8kRjxI/AAAAAAAAAuw/tG9XMXze0UI/s320/i.am.who.i.am.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320435799795273490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Fab Fifteenth To Norliana !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, my best friend is 15. I almost forgotten. Now its left with Amira, Azlina &amp;amp; Me still 14. TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how's the new background huhs ? Almost spent forever on it. The song's tittle is I Learned It From You-Hanna Montana (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would talk more about my day but my dad wants to use the computer sey . TSK .&lt;br /&gt;&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/8934166734365046178-5230041211191985299?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5230041211191985299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=5230041211191985299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/5230041211191985299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/5230041211191985299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/04/just.html' title='just,'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SdX8K8kRjxI/AAAAAAAAAuw/tG9XMXze0UI/s72-c/i.am.who.i.am.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-6905546019302841177</id><published>2009-04-02T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T02:05:09.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello from the library (:</title><content type='html'>K, today kinda rocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about what happened in school today kay. Currently in the library with Nazirah next to me &amp;amp; Azlina &amp;amp; Khairiyah behind using another computer. Was supposed to do our project but heh, lazy uh. Heheheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I logged on to Facebook just now. Yeah, i'm finally getting the hang of it. Then logged onto Friendster. Blablablahh. And Nazirah was like critisizing *insert name here*, badly. I was laughing my ass off. She knew how I felt i guess &amp;amp; she certainly made me feel better (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah btw, yesterday rocked too !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school was the through-train briefing. I'm kinda considering on taking one O Level humanities subject next year. Geography or Social Studies huh ? HMMMMMMMM. Daddy asked me to take Malay though. Omg ? Foundation;s already very weak yknowww. Certainly not ready to take Malay O Level in Sec 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight after that went home, bathed &amp;amp; headed of to Johor. i finally get to eat at Sushi King. Its halal there whatt. We ate RM 20+ of sushi sey. We tried all sorts of different sushi-es. I'm the sort of adventurous person so I'll eat anything, clean. After that was Starbucks ! Java Chip something2. YAY ! Then ate Satay. HAHAHS ! Then i forced my dad to take us home cause I have loads opf homework to do. Imagine going to Johor on a school night huh ? LOL .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all from me. Till then, take care &amp;amp; please tag my freaking tagboard&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-6905546019302841177?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6905546019302841177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=6905546019302841177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/6905546019302841177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/6905546019302841177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-from-library.html' title='hello from the library (:'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-8822176707983738050</id><published>2009-03-29T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T05:21:45.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if i was</title><content type='html'>Dang, I cant upload pictures sey. TSK !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent touched my homework yknow. Lazy lah. Yelah, I'll be waking up early tmr to do them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday ;&lt;br /&gt;Khai's belated birthday party. Bloodyhell Nazirah &amp;amp; Norliana got their Ez-link confisicated &amp;amp; we had to walk all the way to Plaza &amp;amp; walk back to Khairiyah's place. No doubt, she has a H-O-T cute cousin. What ? I'm enjoying my singlehood life well (: No feelings for him though . Reallyreally . Otw to Khairiyah's place was a laugh ! When we turned left, Norliana walked straight. Confidesnt seyy. HAHAHAS. Paisey. Then when we were walking near a block of flats, we were like laughing when a shoe dropped from upstairs *shouts* . Yeah, it was fun. i missed the cake though :( Yeah, i'm glad things are going back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today ;&lt;br /&gt;During my private tuition, I just remembered that I once had a butch to tutor me when I was 12. Gasp. Yeah, worst tutor ever, seriously. After tuition went to Ngee Ann City &amp;amp; I bought pump puma shoes &amp;amp; a cap. Nice yknowww ! I have the pictures but again, I cant upload pictures here. Wth sey. The shoes is white &amp;amp; green. Mostly white, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that was my day. I'm feeling much better now. I was chatting with Fandi five seconds ago when he said that he hasnt sleep since last night &amp;amp; wanted to sleep early -.- Now chatting with Elmo. *yawns* HA-HA-HA !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care All !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-8822176707983738050?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8822176707983738050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=8822176707983738050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/8822176707983738050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/8822176707983738050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-i-was.html' title='if i was'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-8934065560140304115</id><published>2009-03-27T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T20:46:58.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>so yesterday</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/_unLXw2NQog0/Sc2dazeQ5CI/AAAAAAAAAuo/AhzACiKHwZY/s1600-h/Frmthground-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sc2dazeQ5CI/AAAAAAAAAuo/AhzACiKHwZY/s320/Frmthground-1-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318079818813727778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was like 2 years ago with my newbie/kental face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do take your time to read this post [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you've got more problems to face then I have, wait till you hear my story.&lt;br /&gt;And since I lost th only listening ear I have, I'd just post them here .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all a misunderstanding i guess. In the end I really didnt lose my friends but I did lost one who got sick of listening to me complain. Kay, I'm sorry for dragging her into this. Now, i wont be a third party anymore. Things we'll get normal in no time with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt; together not arguing about anything that has to do with me. I'll keep secrets to myself &amp;amp; my diary. Yeah, I can live with that (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I wasnt one of those selected to go to Indonesia. Yeah, im sucky at the Malay Language. Besides, Cikgu Mislimah said that my chances of going wont be very high. Atleast I was warned very early. So yeah I had to listen to my friends talk about the fun things their gonna do there. I was crying inside &amp;amp; hoping to say "SHUT UP LAH!". Ofcourse I didnt, I felt seriously happy for them. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus that day was also the day that I broke &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; heart. Well, did i ? I'm sorry, for hypnotizing/brainwashing you. And it doesnt has anything to do with the bloodyhell jerk who I swear can never love him again but still in my mind. Yeah, understand me. Im using upside down English, LOL. Its for the best I guess, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; taking his 'Ns' while I'm really having a hard time coping with POA &amp;amp; A Maths at the same time. I kinda feel bad for rejecting. I mean seriously. The only guy since the last 5 months who claims that he cares &amp;amp; understands me, and i turned him down. Haiz. Atleast things with me &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; are going fine now. Yeah dude, we're tight as homies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, 2 days ago when all this happen, I was crying the whole day at home till my mum scolded me for having to much self-pity. Yeah, thanks alot for making things much worse . I spent the whole day in my room &amp;amp; I fell asleep on the floor at 9.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing which happened that day was getting 16/18 for my POA test. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope things will get better later at Khairiyah's crib. Its her belated birthday party &amp;amp; I was the one who invited myself. HA-HA ! Ofcourse, I asked her first lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay that was, pffffffffft Thursday . Yesterday rocked abit .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was fun, especially during Evacuation when we have to spell our name with the radio signal word thing. Yknowyknow the Alpha Brava Charlie Delta Echo Foxtrot blablablah . And Afifah &amp;amp; Zul missed a letter and had to say out all the words from A-Z . ROFL .  Yeah it was the first time I laughed so much since Thursday . 17th is the stepping down ceremony . In my case I would be stepping up bebeh ! Doesnt matter whose the Ex-Cos . Congrats to whoever lah ekh !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today otw home, I met Haizrul dressing very smartly . He said something but I couldnt hear so i just grinned very widely .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah that was my oring week, yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, take care luves !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-8934065560140304115?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8934065560140304115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=8934065560140304115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/8934065560140304115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/8934065560140304115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-yesterday.html' title='so yesterday'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sc2dazeQ5CI/AAAAAAAAAuo/AhzACiKHwZY/s72-c/Frmthground-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-8712220874447423561</id><published>2009-03-24T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T05:24:30.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hurt</title><content type='html'>Everything seemed so wrong now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it right, to have feelings for 2 guys at once ?&lt;br /&gt;Is it logical, to be still in love with an ex boyf ?,&lt;br /&gt;the guy who once made me happy in life, the one person who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; kept me thinking, "Will I be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy &lt;/span&gt;without you?".&lt;br /&gt;Is it necessary, to have your friends approval before dating ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong, to have come between two good friends ?&lt;br /&gt;Is it correct, that I'm a 3rd party, a friend-stealer ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please say, "cry on my shoulder" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-8712220874447423561?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8712220874447423561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=8712220874447423561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/8712220874447423561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/8712220874447423561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/03/hurt.html' title='hurt'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-7371784215200137673</id><published>2009-03-21T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T06:12:07.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat'/><title type='text'>like i always do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/ScThH6jxv1I/AAAAAAAAAug/_KP_D1MqFp0/s1600-h/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 82px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/ScThH6jxv1I/AAAAAAAAAug/_KP_D1MqFp0/s320/Picnik+collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315620986298679122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supxzxzxz Unholy Asswipes !&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My day was awesomeeee ! Went to the gym with Khairiyah &amp;amp; Khadijah in the morning . The staff there sucks i tell you . Something wrong with the service there yknoww . Kay moving on, I didn't workout much . So in the end I only lost 100 calories including the travelling .  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Elmo gave me a surprise text message "Happy 4th Month&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Anniversary Darling!" And i was like "Shit I forgot !" HAHAS ! So yeah, happy 4th month ekh berok !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the gym was going to Khairiyah's &amp;amp; Khadijah's crib to take homework then head off to our new hangout study place, Fajar Mac (: Managed to finish the draft of my SS homework . Andd I have yet to finish my Maths homework completely . Oh Shit . I havent had any free time .. K fine, I do . I'm just plain lazy to fish any of them . Besides, I'm always stuck halfway . HEHES .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, let the pictures do the talking .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/ScTf96-gXsI/AAAAAAAAAuY/2v9j9SiV2pI/s1600-h/giler+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/ScTf96-gXsI/AAAAAAAAAuY/2v9j9SiV2pI/s320/giler+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315619715100466882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3kg, 2kg, 4kg . The weights we're carrying i meant .&lt;br /&gt;Khairiyah's a show off *hmph*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/ScTevzA36SI/AAAAAAAAAuI/fJQHvdJpas8/s1600-h/giler+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/ScTevzA36SI/AAAAAAAAAuI/fJQHvdJpas8/s320/giler+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315618372933118242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alians . O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/ScTeGpsdhzI/AAAAAAAAAuA/9iqAOuIryg0/s1600-h/giler.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/ScTeGpsdhzI/AAAAAAAAAuA/9iqAOuIryg0/s320/giler.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315617666056947506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/ScTfQsHQPPI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/pOpBMlKDt5k/s1600-h/giler+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/ScTfQsHQPPI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/pOpBMlKDt5k/s320/giler+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315618938016513266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Mac..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/ScTduA3imUI/AAAAAAAAAtw/uDPu5p-WZyM/s1600-h/ewww.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/ScTduA3imUI/AAAAAAAAAtw/uDPu5p-WZyM/s320/ewww.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315617242780703042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/ScTd6ImvEJI/AAAAAAAAAt4/kSTsiDHwLeI/s1600-h/eww.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/ScTd6ImvEJI/AAAAAAAAAt4/kSTsiDHwLeI/s320/eww.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315617451016130706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/ScTdjK36OJI/AAAAAAAAAto/1ygD6xRH2tc/s1600-h/ewwww.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/ScTdjK36OJI/AAAAAAAAAto/1ygD6xRH2tc/s320/ewwww.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315617056488044690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Khai made these . She does the most extraordinary things .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating the Mac Spicy &amp;amp; upsized fries, i dont think the workout was any use . Khadijah was nagging at me &amp;amp; asking me to eat slowly . -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats all from me . I miss everyone kayyy .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-7371784215200137673?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7371784215200137673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=7371784215200137673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/7371784215200137673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/7371784215200137673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/03/like-i-always-do.html' title='like i always do.'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/ScThH6jxv1I/AAAAAAAAAug/_KP_D1MqFp0/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-1557088095858843813</id><published>2009-03-20T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T01:08:46.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>four in th afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/ScNOSCDwhAI/AAAAAAAAAtg/lNP4e6hxGUA/s1600-h/DSC00439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/ScNOSCDwhAI/AAAAAAAAAtg/lNP4e6hxGUA/s320/DSC00439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315178056924562434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a new word, FICKLE MINDED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to stay &amp;amp; chat but my mum's nagging cause I havent been reading much lately .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-1557088095858843813?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1557088095858843813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=1557088095858843813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/1557088095858843813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/1557088095858843813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/03/four-in-th-afternoon.html' title='four in th afternoon'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/ScNOSCDwhAI/AAAAAAAAAtg/lNP4e6hxGUA/s72-c/DSC00439.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-9185472827787323984</id><published>2009-03-19T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T06:26:18.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unconsiously'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happily Never After'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunked.'/><title type='text'>for always/temporary ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Inspired by 2 unknown bloggers (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes time to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;realize&lt;/span&gt;, that it isn't worth crying for someone who no longer cares .&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the pain, suffering &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;agony&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I'll look back &amp;amp; ask myself, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Did he really care/love me ?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brainwashed .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I felt so used then . It was as if I was an experiment, a solution to your problems for awhile . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;After that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;you left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; . Just like that . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Just when I thought things were going great, our story ended . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;When I got to know you were happy with someone else,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I lied&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;about everything . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My status, my feelings, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my identity&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;When I told you the hurting lies, I didn't realize that I've cut you deep . Obviously, it didn't make me feel better too .  Now we're even . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I don't see why you must lie too . You promised &amp;amp; said "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I'll never stop loving you.&lt;/span&gt;" Crap, you've always got me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hypnotized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; by the sweet words you say .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Now, I still think of you once in awhile . Someday when I'm happy with someone else again, then I'll know whats love . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Surprisingly, it doesn't concerns me if you're with someone else .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But knowing that you're happy, is the most nicest thing (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sweetheart, this would be the last time I'll be posting my feelings about you . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I wish you every happiness in the world :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-9185472827787323984?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/9185472827787323984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=9185472827787323984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/9185472827787323984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/9185472827787323984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-alwaystemporary.html' title='for always/temporary ?'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-2341803157465829093</id><published>2009-03-18T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T05:33:00.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shake that thangg!</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/_unLXw2NQog0/ScDnhm_-QeI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/FJ3OEdafbOA/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%281281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/ScDnhm_-QeI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/FJ3OEdafbOA/s320/PicturePerfect%281281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314502124887753186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HA-HA-HAPPY FIFTEEN BIRTHDAY TO KHAIRIYAH GIRLF !&lt;br /&gt;May all your wishes come trueeeeee ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My day was ok .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with Amira &amp;amp; Norliana after tuition just now . HAHAHAS ! Gerek . Amira was like "aku nampak joe kat saner !" &amp;amp; I was like "Diam uh" . Liana was like "...aku tau lah melayu aku bagos." &amp;amp; I was like =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kekek seyy dorang .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otw back, met Kelvin &amp;amp; his braderrr there . I was like "oh shit." Blahblahblah . As usual, took the looooong was back . And maybe will be going swimming with Norliana tomorrow . Yay !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that was my day . Yawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwn !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to finish my homework . Halfway done for English &amp;amp; Maths . Really pity 3N2 for having to finish all the 200 words . HAHAHAHS . tsktsktsk . And I thought I had the worst life .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not online btw . My stupid messenger wont let me log in . Grrrrr .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay bye !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S Azie said HAWK&amp;amp;EAGLE should win . HA-HA-HAS ! I love that babe .&lt;br /&gt;pssst, no offence to Kambing's house . Shitxzxzxzx, Khai's gonna hate me for this . Lol .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People Are Only New For A Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After that they're just, people . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-2341803157465829093?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2341803157465829093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=2341803157465829093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/2341803157465829093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/2341803157465829093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/03/sucker.html' title='shake that thangg!'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/ScDnhm_-QeI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/FJ3OEdafbOA/s72-c/PicturePerfect%281281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-8597487104366091017</id><published>2009-03-17T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T05:10:13.408-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>Till The Morning</title><content type='html'>I'm a failure cause I suck at everything &amp;amp; I'm an embarrassment to nature .&lt;br /&gt;I wont talk much about my day today .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling Girlfies,&lt;br /&gt;If you were to find the word "friend" in the dictionary, our pictures in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S Susan found gold eyeshimmers . YAY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-8597487104366091017?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8597487104366091017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=8597487104366091017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/8597487104366091017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/8597487104366091017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/03/perfectfailure.html' title='Till The Morning'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-8737766800441981670</id><published>2009-03-16T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T05:10:07.472-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caught redhanded'/><title type='text'>gotcha !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sb418UBBlZI/AAAAAAAAAtA/jt30qElSYyU/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%281946%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sb418UBBlZI/AAAAAAAAAtA/jt30qElSYyU/s320/PicturePerfect%281946%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313743920625194386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES ! I finally found the person responsible for my friend's sadness . Thanks to Nazirah . Yknow what I really hate ? When people starts being proud of what they have &amp;amp; shows it off to people who they know would be jealous . Well, wait till you lose it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yknow, I really dont get some people . They know that they're handsome/pretty &amp;amp; people might get attached to them easily . In the end, poof ! The story ended just because of another 3rd party . It would be better if they play hard-to-get yknow . And have brains too ! Like hah ! Azlinaaaaaa ! She's got guys all asking her out &amp;amp; she was like NO ! But yeah wth . Who am I to say right ? I just cant believe that people like this exist . One of a kind, really .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of judging/bitching/wtv you call it . About the picture above, I'm really paranoid cause people wont tell me what it means . Some said its some "screw you" sign or something &amp;amp; others were like "Cannot tell. NC16" =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NC16 ! Hah ! I'm not even 15 but I dont consider myself a child . I'm a teen . Teenager get it ?!? Its suppose to be NT16 . No teens under 16 ! That way it wont make people below 16 wont feel so small . And Nazirah has been like "Adek, biler nak 15?" . Shut up lah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my day . Was superb , i guess . Remedials in the morning &amp;amp; went to watch a show at Khadijah's . whooooooooooo ! scawwy ! Doenst make sense much also .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a laugh ! I really love my friends . Too bad the rest of my girlfies cant follow . Speaking of Girlfies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMIRA'S BACK BEBEH !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah ! She was on the phone with Nazirah just now and I was liek whose that ? When nazirah said it was Amira, I screamed at the phone . AMIRAAAAAAAAAAAAA ! Gosh, I've missed that dood man .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ELMO'S BACK TOO !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Good to know my darlings are back safely and minds with beautiful memories of how they spent their holidays there too . There where ? I aint sure . Hehehes . Erlyyana will be leaving to KL soon too . TSK , no fair .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been the worst holiday ever . Tmr, CCA . Wed-Fri, Tuition . I'm only free on weekends &amp;amp; thats my only time I can do my homework &amp;amp; finish up projects . Like y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;eah, wtf man . I hate senior life .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, i miss cheereleading . I use to dance alot in my room but after sports day, theres nothing else to do . Gosh, I miss my cheerleaders too ! I almost cried at night know . What ? I have to mention that I tend to get emotional is it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sb5BSBs4HrI/AAAAAAAAAtI/TVQnOipXhqA/s1600-h/cheer-leaders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sb5BSBs4HrI/AAAAAAAAAtI/TVQnOipXhqA/s320/cheer-leaders.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313756388293877426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really did a great job, i have to admit . *truckloads of big hugs &amp;amp; wet kisses to all !*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8934166734365046178-8737766800441981670?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8737766800441981670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=8737766800441981670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/8737766800441981670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/8737766800441981670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/03/gotcha.html' title='gotcha !'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sb418UBBlZI/AAAAAAAAAtA/jt30qElSYyU/s72-c/PicturePerfect%281946%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-5658980472079406598</id><published>2009-03-13T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:39:18.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happily Never After'/><title type='text'>behind the lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the rig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Label3"&gt;ht person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Label8"&gt;thers see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="Label9"&gt;I got the results by doing the quiz at quizbox.com . Got at Deel's blog . Its damn true sey . Especially the "Who is your true self" part .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And check this out . I got this result after doing another quiz .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Your boyfriend believes that you are a strong and independent person. Your confidence and cheerfulness make you an attractive person to be around, but sometimes you need to pay more attention to what other people, including your boyfriend, are thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;First things First .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither of my boyfriend(s) think I'm strong &amp;amp; independent, i think . Well how do I know ? They never tell me anything . Like daddy always say, the worst thing that can happen in a relationship is not knowing whats going on . Yeah, daddy's always right . GAHS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You desire a love that will last forever. You are quite serious about finding this type of love,  and that's why you think carefully about the men that you meet before deciding whether you could  really love them. You don't just develop a crush on someone overnight: you look at a person's  personality and other aspects of their life before deciding to form an attachment. If a guy doesn't  meet your expectations, you would rather be alone. Your love has to be perfect. Be careful though,  you could be missing out on some worthy relationships because your standards are so high.  Very true too !&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright and Cheerful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You are always cheerful and charming.  You never get too serious with people when they're around, but when you are alone,  you think carefully about what they have said.  That's because you don't want anyone to see you being too somber.   Your personality means you have a lot of friends and you are often the center of attention.  Many people who fall into  this category become artists and movie stars, perhaps fame could be yours in the future as well. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You have a lot of friends and you are often the center of attention.&lt;/span&gt;" . HAHAHAHAHS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially Girlfies &amp;amp; Laughing Gas(es), this is for you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You value your friendships: 75% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love your friends very much - so much so that it's actually quite a worry.  You may not be able to cope very well  when you do lose somebody's friendship.  You are a very sensitive and fragile person, and are therefore likely to get  upset easily.  You care for your friends and are willing to do anything that they ask you to do. Sometimes this can  make your friends think that you are a bit of a nuisance.  Nevertheless, people do really love you because your highest  priority is your friends.   &lt;/blockquote&gt;:DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of this . I'm sure you're getting tired of reading this .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SbtAkwcXqdI/AAAAAAAAAs4/fBg7uTk3bL0/s1600-h/Sehati,+Sejiwer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SbtAkwcXqdI/AAAAAAAAAs4/fBg7uTk3bL0/s320/Sehati,+Sejiwer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312911185636993490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently chatting with Fandi &amp;amp; doing nothing else but updating this stupid blog . Yeah, that picture's the new dp in my MSN . Its the nicest picture I've got taken with Hanim &amp;amp; Nadiah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Berok &amp;amp; Amira has gone to Malaysia &amp;amp; probably enjoying themselves while I rot at home with nothing to do . Its weird that I feel so weak to revise for my Footdrill Silver Accredidation but I can still type . Omg, what talking me ? It just simply means that I'm lazy . Daddy's not even pleased that I have to attend it . Well, i dont care . I'm still going . My main aim is to achieve Silver Badges this year . Yay .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I miss Berok &amp;amp; Amira already . Yelah and all my friends too . GAHS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it breaks my heart to click "Publish Post" but I got to go rest . Bye !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-5658980472079406598?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5658980472079406598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=5658980472079406598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/5658980472079406598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/5658980472079406598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/03/behind-lies.html' title='behind the lies'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SbtAkwcXqdI/AAAAAAAAAs4/fBg7uTk3bL0/s72-c/Sehati,+Sejiwer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-1306204224936849517</id><published>2009-03-13T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T03:51:00.139-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunked.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports Day.'/><title type='text'>shake it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right one&lt;/span&gt;, who always seems so wrong .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SboxduX1t2I/AAAAAAAAAsw/qS_g5HKwWLU/s1600-h/DSC00687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SboxduX1t2I/AAAAAAAAAsw/qS_g5HKwWLU/s320/DSC00687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312613097170909026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports Day was really a rocking one this year . Congrats to Heron for winning, again . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wtv&lt;/span&gt;, *rolls eyes*. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HAHAS&lt;/span&gt; ! Joking . We got third for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cheerleading&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wasnt&lt;/span&gt; worth the effort especially after getting 32/100 for A Maths &amp;amp; still concentrating more on the dance . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Atleast&lt;/span&gt; its better than nothing . Plus Heron deserved it (: Hawk got 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; they looked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;HAWT&lt;/span&gt; ! Good job &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ekh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;korang&lt;/span&gt; ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I headed off to lot one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; the soccer girls . I feel very awkward being around them but their very fun people :D Ate lunch at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Pastamania&lt;/span&gt; which was on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Azie&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Berok&lt;/span&gt; . Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ekh&lt;/span&gt; . If I'd known earlier, I'd choose a more delicious &amp;amp; expensive meal *evil laughs* Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ekh&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Walkwalk&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;blahblah&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Didnt&lt;/span&gt; buy anything though . I was super exhausted &amp;amp; my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;migrane&lt;/span&gt; came back so i decided to back out from Arts Festival auditions &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt; . So yeah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently doing updating this stupid post . Yeah, the picture was taken by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Azlina&lt;/span&gt; during the preparation for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;cheerleading&lt;/span&gt;, thingy . People said I look cute &amp;amp; I was like "I Know !" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;HEHEHEHE&lt;/span&gt; . But no, I wont let down my fringe . I'll still pin it up . Irritating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; my fringe .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Amira&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Berok&lt;/span&gt; are going off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;idk&lt;/span&gt; where this evening . Lucky . Bye !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Label9"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-1306204224936849517?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1306204224936849517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=1306204224936849517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/1306204224936849517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/1306204224936849517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/03/shake-it.html' title='shake it'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SboxduX1t2I/AAAAAAAAAsw/qS_g5HKwWLU/s72-c/DSC00687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-5266366310898815880</id><published>2009-03-12T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T06:04:22.728-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screw you.'/><title type='text'>hear me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes, goodbyes are the only solution .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SbkAWRkdX6I/AAAAAAAAAsY/hHUdlLyznLU/s1600-h/DSC00612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SbkAWRkdX6I/AAAAAAAAAsY/hHUdlLyznLU/s320/DSC00612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312277618133655458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love my new phone. Not so new, but yeah, new. 3.2 mega pixels babe ! Get jealous assholes ! HA-HA-HA ! Currently eying on this . Check it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SbkCOwYzyxI/AAAAAAAAAsg/jPndvziNxs4/s1600-h/58000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SbkCOwYzyxI/AAAAAAAAAsg/jPndvziNxs4/s320/58000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312279687990594322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SbkCYPcVVBI/AAAAAAAAAso/FJNaPNpF2o4/s1600-h/580000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SbkCYPcVVBI/AAAAAAAAAso/FJNaPNpF2o4/s320/580000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312279850945696786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back of bitch ! I said it first . Hehehehe . Nokia 5800 . Now I just have to wait for 9 months . In the meantime, I'll keep a look out for more cool phones ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sbj_6fuFumI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/5AC0NzHnf1c/s1600-h/DSC00633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sbj_6fuFumI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/5AC0NzHnf1c/s320/DSC00633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312277140895808098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week have been slightly better than the last . I find myself getting used to solving problems fast . *clapclap* My progress report you may ask ? Well quite disappointing . I failed my Chemistry &amp;amp; A Maths . A Maths has been settle by hiring a new private tutor . Yay . I start next week during the holidays . Chemistry ? No one will be helping me so I'll manage it myself . Luckily my Chemistry teacher is a veryvery understanding one . I love my teachers sometimes :D Not much nagging but my dad's giving the look . It'll wear off, eventually .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerleading rehearsal was fun ! Tomorrow's sports day so good luck to all houses . I have to say I'm quite proud of us . I was refering to Eagle's cheereleading team . To me, it doesn't matter if I win or lose, or whether I'm the worst dancer or the best . In a way, we made our team proud unlike those who does nothing but criticize our dance moves . As time pass i learn to ignore these sorta people who likes to open their big fcuk mouth and judge others . This just proves what kinda person they are . I deal with this everyday man . I'm sure everybody know I have the most insulting friends in the world . Ignore, they'll soon stop :D , kan khairiyah ?!? Heh . For tomorrow, I'll be giving out my besttt . Yknow, i better stop talking about dancedancedance . its like giving a speech with the "I'm proud of everybody" &amp;amp; all .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools out, holidays in bebeh ! I'm loaded with homework sey . GAHS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all I've got to say . Bye &amp;amp; Goodnight ! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-5266366310898815880?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5266366310898815880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=5266366310898815880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/5266366310898815880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/5266366310898815880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/03/hear-me.html' title='hear me'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SbkAWRkdX6I/AAAAAAAAAsY/hHUdlLyznLU/s72-c/DSC00612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-4425377756479135802</id><published>2009-03-07T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T04:21:56.197-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunked.'/><title type='text'>unmistakable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Its been a long time, since my phone rung, &amp;amp; you've been on that line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SbJgOdeXZlI/AAAAAAAAAsI/uVhNRgcyYaE/s1600-h/DSC00338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SbJgOdeXZlI/AAAAAAAAAsI/uVhNRgcyYaE/s320/DSC00338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310412712169662034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hows this ? should i wear this for the Arts Festival ? Oh, dont worry about th top . It looks tight cause I obviously gained weight . GAHS ! What do you expect ? This was like, pffft . 3 years ago, i think . Yeah, i know . Usually people as teensy-weensy-tiny like Nazirah &amp;amp; Erlyyana have no problem wearing their clothes after afew years . Smallest &amp;amp; one of the oldest in class . Ehems, back to the costume thingy . I'll wear a black top &amp;amp; buy a white tie :D Cannnn ? I need opinions (: Oh, while Adek wears a white top &amp;amp; black skinnies/jeans :D Yeah, it'll do .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently chatting with Berok &amp;amp; hoping xo she could get the song for the Arts Festival's audition . 3rd try &amp;amp; i never made it to the finals like wth, i hate judges . In sec 1 , me &amp;amp; some friends danced to the song "Buttons-PCD" &amp;amp; the judges were like "PCD is sexy &amp;amp; you're not sexy" . We were like cursing them at Plaza Singapura after that . Yes, we can be very mean people sometimes . Last year auditions were held at AES so its very near by &amp;amp; we still had time to rehearse . It was a singing group, thing, with my seniors Saharah, Julaihah &amp;amp; Diana with Wena &amp;amp; Me to the song, "If I Let You Go-Westlife" Not bad lah . We only rehearsed for 3 days straight away after camp . This year, we havent even started !!! This is bad . Well, she's got heats &amp;amp; we both got cheerleading . SHITZXZXZXZXZX !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, my day was a bore . Tuition was , yeah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B O R I N G&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self : Always bring food to her class . You'll always get hungry when you reach Question 15 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be changing to another tutor , private tutor . Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight &amp;amp; Goodbye all !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-4425377756479135802?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4425377756479135802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=4425377756479135802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/4425377756479135802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/4425377756479135802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/03/unmistakable.html' title='unmistakable.'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SbJgOdeXZlI/AAAAAAAAAsI/uVhNRgcyYaE/s72-c/DSC00338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-6903013519242587849</id><published>2009-03-06T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T04:16:42.211-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happily Ever After After All .'/><title type='text'>Still,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SbEKYJ2RG9I/AAAAAAAAAsA/GZymk38fD7Q/s1600-h/DSC00395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SbEKYJ2RG9I/AAAAAAAAAsA/GZymk38fD7Q/s320/DSC00395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310036845723196370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, loooooooooooooong hair !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling much better than before . I'll be slightly more mature now &amp;amp; not post anything emo shit .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been very, tough ? Or should I say v tiring . I barely have time to relax &amp;amp; rest . Its been homework after homework, tests after tests &amp;amp; I slept as early as 9.30 . Talking about tests, I did pretty well for one of the class tests . E Maths . I'm v glad &amp;amp; its the 2nd test I did quite well in . Cheerleading rehearsal on Tuesday was superb . I finally get to be on the left of the base of the pyramid instead of the center , phew ! All that's left would be the ending &amp;amp; brushing up of the steps . Training just now was okay too . Evacuation was, yeah okay . Plus I've got 2 new badges ! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently chatting with no one &amp;amp; watching Charlie's Angels . I'm soooo tired right now &amp;amp; my body's aching like mad . The soccer girls are having a match today against Yishun . Or should I say had ? They just ended .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES ! Another Survey, yay !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. How long have you been single ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 Months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. Do you still think of your ex-boyf/girlf often ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once a while . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. What's the worst thing that can happen in a relationship ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not knowing what going on .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. Would you want an ex back ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe, depends . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. Are you crushing on anyone now ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Idk . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6. How long did your longest relationship lasts ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dont ask . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7. Name one ex who'll go to your mind quickly when you think of love poems ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No one .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8. Name one song your boyf/girlf sang to you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Make it ex boyf, Hello Beautiful (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9. When did you last go on a date ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A v loooong time ago . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10. If given the chance, would you want to hold an ex tight for the last time ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe, yes .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered, happy belated 3rd month to muah !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; khairiyah, 2 more days :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care Everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&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/8934166734365046178-6903013519242587849?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6903013519242587849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=6903013519242587849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/6903013519242587849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/6903013519242587849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/03/still.html' title='Still,'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SbEKYJ2RG9I/AAAAAAAAAsA/GZymk38fD7Q/s72-c/DSC00395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-749719078142767693</id><published>2009-03-04T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T04:32:17.070-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what if'/><title type='text'>I hate myself</title><content type='html'>Tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Its official, everyone hates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arts Festival's coming &amp;amp; I cant even get Khairiyah to help,&lt;br /&gt;I never received a hug &amp;amp; a kiss from my parents for 3 days,&lt;br /&gt;the one person who kinda means a lot to me gives me one look,&lt;br /&gt;looked away &amp;amp; never looked back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight,&lt;br /&gt;no one's online to hear my cries/moans.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight,&lt;br /&gt;no one lend me their listening ears.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I cant cry on anyone's shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight &amp;amp; every other night,&lt;br /&gt;no one will ever kiss/greet me goodnight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've been through today makes me feel that I really want to spent more time with these people who never fail to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I had never felt much hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-749719078142767693?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/749719078142767693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=749719078142767693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/749719078142767693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/749719078142767693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-myself.html' title='I hate myself'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-2482553692802099856</id><published>2009-02-28T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:19:48.111-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror mirror'/><title type='text'>out of style</title><content type='html'>Ignore the messy room &amp;amp; Elmo under my bed.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my mirror's playing tricks on me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sao149q5FNI/AAAAAAAAArg/SofNMzVq800/s1600-h/DSC00338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sao149q5FNI/AAAAAAAAArg/SofNMzVq800/s320/DSC00338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308114363552961746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sao1ipLfqVI/AAAAAAAAArY/cxW7eswwYTI/s1600-h/DSC00336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sao1ipLfqVI/AAAAAAAAArY/cxW7eswwYTI/s320/DSC00336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308113980095441234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sao1CTLM0_I/AAAAAAAAArQ/KPk9p7fXQSU/s1600-h/DSC00335.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the tittle states OUT OF STYLE. idk why I even bother uploading me wearing weird/ugly clothes here . No comments needed ekh . No harm sharing right ? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be meeting Arifin &amp;amp; Tyas today ! Yay ! I miss those kids :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i guess I'll have to live up with very mean classmates who dont take th initiative to teach me POA ): I was being sarcastic cute assholes . Love you !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-2482553692802099856?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2482553692802099856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=2482553692802099856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/2482553692802099856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/2482553692802099856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/02/out-of-style.html' title='out of style'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sao149q5FNI/AAAAAAAAArg/SofNMzVq800/s72-c/DSC00338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-6424373455555223558</id><published>2009-02-28T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T05:51:59.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna make love right na-na-na !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sak2d4O9dpI/AAAAAAAAAq4/2nfvxMRW5sg/s1600-h/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sak2d4O9dpI/AAAAAAAAAq4/2nfvxMRW5sg/s320/cats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307833522772080274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;1) Who is the Last Person you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;LOVE?&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who made me smile (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Are You Happy with That someone You Love?&lt;br /&gt;Yayaya . GFS , aku syg kau banyak2 tau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)If He/she coming back in Future, will you accept them back?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Who is the last person who kiss YOU?&lt;br /&gt;DADAY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Who is the last person You HUG?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Khairiyah &amp;amp; Nazirah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)How Many Ex do you Have now?&lt;br /&gt;If you really must know, 3. Yeah, i feel like a slut now .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Do You believe in LOVE at the first sight?&lt;br /&gt;idk . infatuation, yeah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)What is the Most Special Thing or Day Happen when you are in Relationship?&lt;br /&gt;My First Kiss :D V unexpected =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)With Who your last picture taken?&lt;br /&gt;Laughing Gas(es) execpt Berok .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;10)Who is Your Ex's You Hurts the Most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;ALL i think . I never had any intention to do so .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)With who,when you're in relationship you feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;the most comfortable with?&lt;br /&gt;Different guys, different experiences, same ending .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)Who have the most best KISS among all your ex?&lt;br /&gt;I've only kissed one of them :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)Who are your ex is down to earth?&lt;br /&gt;S. For secret (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;14)Handsome/Pretty but poor OR Ugly/Fat but RICH? which do you prefer? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Handsome but rich can ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)If you have one Wish. Who you wanna be with?&lt;br /&gt;A guy whose as rich/hot as Nick Jonas *melts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)Want to know about them better? List here, the name that need to do this survey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Anyone lah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sak5zMGmIjI/AAAAAAAAArA/CBAw6UKyFL0/s1600-h/Lady+Marmalade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sak5zMGmIjI/AAAAAAAAArA/CBAw6UKyFL0/s320/Lady+Marmalade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307837187417842226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Whats Up Everybody !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found a survey to do . Stole it from Azeem . *Evil Laughs*&lt;br /&gt;Currently chatting with Azeem &amp;amp; Khairiyah&lt;br /&gt;and listening to some songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just was a slightly normal day . Morning was boring, afternoon was superb ! Nazirah &amp;amp; Khairiyah came over to my place for a visit . Studied and insulted each other . It was raining heavily thats why they went back late . When it finally stoped raining at 6pm, we wen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;t off to Greenridge to buy some stuff . Nazirah bought fries ! Yay !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah that was my day . Boring but not boring . HAHAS .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sak6z-tDqNI/AAAAAAAAArI/B341-Ae_kh8/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%281946%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sak6z-tDqNI/AAAAAAAAArI/B341-Ae_kh8/s320/PicturePerfect%281946%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307838300512561362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gosh, I miss Amira, Liana &amp;amp; Azlina so badly now . I feel like giving them super big bear hugs . Looking forward to meeting everyone on Monday (: Oh, &amp;amp; soooooooooo not looking forward to POA . SHITXZXZXZXZXZXZXZXZ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUVES !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;kutok eagle nmpk . tkpr2 . kiter tak tolerate bdk mcm gni punya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-6424373455555223558?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6424373455555223558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=6424373455555223558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/6424373455555223558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/6424373455555223558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wanna-make-love-right-na-na-na.html' title='i wanna make love right na-na-na !'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sak2d4O9dpI/AAAAAAAAAq4/2nfvxMRW5sg/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-5186218886797683639</id><published>2009-02-27T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T06:28:12.411-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happily Never After'/><title type='text'>What About Now.</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/_unLXw2NQog0/Safg4JNyVvI/AAAAAAAAAqw/GeJXcx0-aA8/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%281977%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Safg4JNyVvI/AAAAAAAAAqw/GeJXcx0-aA8/s320/PicturePerfect%281977%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307457941030459122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, I'm looking at you, b*tch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hat hurts the most,&lt;br /&gt;was being so close .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There had never been a time in my life, when I can never be more upset . Right now, I feel like quitting everything that I've put my heart into . Just when I thought the holes in my heart were about to heal , things became worse . I just lost everything &amp;amp; you were my everything . These scars seemed to make me weaker instead of making it stronger like how it used to be . F*cked up, but willing to face the music .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nazirah's Fabulous Fifteen .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Safe5TMa7SI/AAAAAAAAAqo/NJ1jJcD-M-I/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%281957%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Safe5TMa7SI/AAAAAAAAAqo/NJ1jJcD-M-I/s320/PicturePerfect%281957%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307455761865698594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SafessohU3I/AAAAAAAAAqg/bmrQExtdoP8/s1600-h/DSC00863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SafessohU3I/AAAAAAAAAqg/bmrQExtdoP8/s320/DSC00863.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307455545356145522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Safef3zimUI/AAAAAAAAAqY/uaBZzo8fSiE/s1600-h/DSC00858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Safef3zimUI/AAAAAAAAAqY/uaBZzo8fSiE/s320/DSC00858.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307455325016856898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-5186218886797683639?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5186218886797683639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=5186218886797683639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/5186218886797683639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/5186218886797683639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-about-now.html' title='What About Now.'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Safg4JNyVvI/AAAAAAAAAqw/GeJXcx0-aA8/s72-c/PicturePerfect%281977%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-1067364470434929525</id><published>2009-02-26T04:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T05:42:55.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed my Humanities, Malay &amp;amp; Physics Test. 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width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SaAGc7vPk_I/AAAAAAAAApA/NtVvG122LLU/s320/PicturePerfect%281927%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305247455184393202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeeeeeeeee !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-4741938110417978035?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4741938110417978035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=4741938110417978035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/4741938110417978035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/4741938110417978035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/02/right-nanana.html' title='Lunatic ( edited )'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SaAIL61g2AI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Nvp-OCcrfxs/s72-c/PicturePerfect%281921%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-6817659494594082550</id><published>2009-02-19T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T03:57:53.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Eternity</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/_unLXw2NQog0/SZ1I3zwNTtI/AAAAAAAAAoo/Z-5AMZ2Qq-E/s1600-h/IMG_8866.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/_unLXw2NQog0/SZ1I3zwNTtI/AAAAAAAAAoo/Z-5AMZ2Qq-E/s400/IMG_8866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304476059734724306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant really remember some of their names . Syam, Sanitha, Rui En, Nabil, Sovana.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you guys, badly .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES AH ! Tests are finally over ! Kay fine, except for malay. I'll read some books tonight -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling rather exhausted today but it has really been a fun week for me. Though still quite dissapointed as I failed my maths quiz , super badly. A Maths btw. Lets summarize .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very superb day indeed. After school was the eagle dance rehearsel. Azie &amp;amp; Mel (ekh?) came over and teached us some dance steps. Really cant wait to start on the pyramid next week.  I went home with almost broken bones &amp;amp; I was aching all over. For the sake of winning, I'll do everything (: Oh yeah &amp;amp; Azie &amp;amp; Mel (ekh?) went to confront thatthatthat girl. Yeah uhuh aaaahh yayayaya that one. First time I've seen her so speechless but nehmind. We wont bother her nexttime, i think . HAH ! You know my mouth, I just cant keep my mouth shut XD Yeah, badass Artika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was fun too. After school was Chemistry remedial &amp;amp; I've got to admit that my sciences are starting to flunk. I needa chemistry &amp;amp; physics tutor . Anyone ? HAHA, kay joking . After remedial, Miss Tan taught me the things I've missed last week. Yes, I miss all my sciences, poa &amp;amp; social studies periods/lessons. After that I went to the usual place &amp;amp; met Amira &amp;amp; Liana there. Oh, &amp;amp; i saw a familiar face at the field . Make that 2 familiar faces . Ya Berok &amp;amp; Syafiqah (ekh, agknye lah tu spelling nyer) was there . Yayayayaya Syafiqah (ekh, agknye lah tu spelling nyer), the girl who Nazirah admire the most in Sec One . Oh, not like a homosexual but like a role model kinda thing -.- Went back walking the long way with Norliana. Oh, guess who I saw at GRPS field ? Kay I wont say it . Shush . At home, well something bad happened . But I wont talk about it . Something to do with Qils .  I was feeling really depressed cause she was the only friend I've known for almost 15 years . Yes, childhood budies . She was the one who stand up for me when Kimberly &amp;amp; Fitri bullies me. Yeah, I've always been bullied only my parents cant do anything cause their fathers are of a higher rank than my father's . Thats why I'll show the long face after any insults . Well, I'll laugh at it at first but when it get carried away, I'll just walk off . Mummy told me to do so :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anurah called me after school . I had to explained everything to her . Blah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was my week so far. Currently listening to nothing &amp;amp; chatting with Asmida &amp;amp; Nitikar . Nitikar the Cambodia girl from Red Cross Youth Challenge Camp . HAHAS ! Gawd, i miss her .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats all from me . Bye all !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-6817659494594082550?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6817659494594082550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=6817659494594082550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/6817659494594082550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/6817659494594082550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-eternity.html' title='For Eternity'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SZ1I3zwNTtI/AAAAAAAAAoo/Z-5AMZ2Qq-E/s72-c/IMG_8866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-7928096333884552459</id><published>2009-02-18T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T05:55:57.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untittled</title><content type='html'>feeling guilty cause I'm not supposed to post right now, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i miss Syam &amp;amp; Aaron , Anurah &amp;amp; Qils .&lt;br /&gt;Yelah, aku pon rindu Berok .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeeee !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-7928096333884552459?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7928096333884552459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=7928096333884552459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/7928096333884552459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/7928096333884552459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/02/untittled.html' title='Untittled'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-1805285114626825358</id><published>2009-02-15T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:58:59.684-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Qils andd Anurah'/><title type='text'>Apa Kata Hati</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SZfVCE9JeaI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/7wuABXj67Hc/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%281735%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SZfVCE9JeaI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/7wuABXj67Hc/s320/PicturePerfect%281735%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302941317918718370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booyah !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a very long time since I posted twice in a week yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right NANANA . HAHA Rena's post ! Yes, currently reading her blog too while LMAO-ing .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B L A S T&lt;/span&gt; ! After tuition, I met Anurah &amp;amp; Qils at Zhenghua CC . Kinda fun hanging out with 2 people so much older than me . And check out this conversation kay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;QILS : Do I look like an available lesbian to you ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Anurah : No why ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;QILS : Cause a butch asked me out . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anurah &amp;amp; Artika : HA-HAS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;QILS : Serious siol . omfg . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Artika : Then what did you say ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;QILS : NO !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Anurah : Atleast its better than people thinking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;that you're a butch . Ehem .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Artika : Shut up ekh .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;QILS : People think you're a butch ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Artika : Aah lah, stupid right ? Damn it lahs .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Anurah : Seriously man, you dress up like a guy . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Artika : No i dont . I'm 100% girly kay . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;QILS : 50% spoilt brat 50% plastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they think I'm a butch, like wth kan !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad the momment didnt last long . Went off at 1pm &amp;amp; walked home with Anurah while Qils met Aidil . Is it ? I think . Anurah came over to my place, since we're cousins &amp;amp; my parents didnt mind . At 5pm, we went out for dinner with Grandma . I thought we were going to town cause it'll be a big NONO since its Valentine's Day &amp;amp; there'll be sure to be a lot of couples walking around showing their love for one another in public . Eww . So went to the lamest place of all, Geylang . Yeah, it was a fun day but I'm sure it'll be better if daddy allowed me to hang out with Girlfies . I'm sure they had a great time without me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today well, sucked . Woke up at 11.15 for the first time since 2006 . Well, thats because that I had two spoons of cough syrups before I went to bed . Studied the whole day today so I was allowed to use the computer . Yay !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures today of my day yesterday . Qils &amp;amp; anurah thinks that taking pictures in the public in our own country makes us look like lost tourists .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S, They've got 3rd in West District ! Congrats all, I couldnt be more proud [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But it doesnt fucking matter now.&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/8934166734365046178-1805285114626825358?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1805285114626825358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=1805285114626825358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/1805285114626825358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/1805285114626825358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/02/apa-kata-hati.html' title='Apa Kata Hati'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SZfVCE9JeaI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/7wuABXj67Hc/s72-c/PicturePerfect%281735%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-3690075269947071996</id><published>2009-02-13T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T04:20:55.690-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Valentines In Advance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SZVhhNaUxII/AAAAAAAAAoI/svBI2HpobOM/s1600-h/Descent+..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SZVhhNaUxII/AAAAAAAAAoI/svBI2HpobOM/s320/Descent+..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302251359462278274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love Is Whatever You Can Still Betray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Without Betrayal, There Isnt Any Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been a really tiring one . Thats because I was sick from the night cycling . Lets summarize everything shall we ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget Monday &amp;amp; Thusday, I didnt turn up at school . Wednesday was a half day for me . I was down with a super high fever . On Tuesday, it was a normal school day . After school, me &amp;amp; the triplets went to Banquet for lunch . Khairiyah was at her Emo state . Every teenager goes through that , I understand . After that we went to the playground &amp;amp; made fun of people . HA-HA ! Joking . We just went to the excersice corner there &amp;amp; swing swing . After that I went home, feeling exhausted . Today ? I didnt had any intention of waking up neither did I want to stay home . Went to school, I was still coughing . Blah &amp;amp; I had to teach the Sec Ones Health Laws . They do bargain alot nowadays . Plus tommorow's the footdrill competition . Good Luck To All [: Speaking of Red Cross, hoho ! We've acheieved the Excellent Unit Award, Silver &amp;amp; Gold Community Service ! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, my family &amp;amp; I went to IMM for dinner . Met Kak Azlina &amp;amp; her boyf there . As expected she asked me how was Khairiyah . I didnt said anything , Mummy did all the talking . HAHS ! Khairiyah, you deserve better . Move on soon please . I cant bear to see you so quiet all the time . Andand Yani &amp;amp; Me went to the fish spa again ! Fun lah !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SZVhEvEgtCI/AAAAAAAAAoA/PYBpNliFHws/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%281898%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SZVhEvEgtCI/AAAAAAAAAoA/PYBpNliFHws/s320/PicturePerfect%281898%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302250870281384994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SZVg7yX0QsI/AAAAAAAAAn4/fD_WsCRCwuE/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%281897%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SZVg7yX0QsI/AAAAAAAAAn4/fD_WsCRCwuE/s320/PicturePerfect%281897%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302250716548842178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I must have had a disguting leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SZVgvftibEI/AAAAAAAAAnw/o7jKhU9r268/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%281886%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SZVgvftibEI/AAAAAAAAAnw/o7jKhU9r268/s320/PicturePerfect%281886%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302250505381243970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; despite being sick, I still look cute XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Having fever has its advantages . It burns your pimples :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm dumped with 5 tests next week . GAHS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, how am I you may ask ? Great, doing fine . Usual . Missing some people but I'll survive . Well, tomorrow's Valentines . Seems like I'm spending the night alone . Yes, I'm a pathetic loner, like Nazirah :( HAHAS ! Joking. I'm spending my Valentines with Girlfies tomorrow. Nothing more special then spending a special day with special friends right ? As usual Amira's always with her "I have a date/appointment" LOL. To all broken hearts out there, your time will come, again . Just what they say, its better to have loved &amp;amp; lost then never to have loved at all . The right one will come :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care All !&lt;br /&gt;&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/8934166734365046178-3690075269947071996?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3690075269947071996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=3690075269947071996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/3690075269947071996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/3690075269947071996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-in-advance.html' title='Valentines In Advance'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SZVhhNaUxII/AAAAAAAAAoI/svBI2HpobOM/s72-c/Descent+..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-2767189875652307816</id><published>2009-02-07T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T05:07:15.086-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not Just Yet [:'/><title type='text'>Through Memory Lane [:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SY2CzgXyiBI/AAAAAAAAAno/mG3NuRmG7Qo/s1600-h/Kelenting+Bustards+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SY2CzgXyiBI/AAAAAAAAAno/mG3NuRmG7Qo/s320/Kelenting+Bustards+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300036157859596306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm back &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; rocking hard !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yes, I miss my curly hair :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well currently chatting Azeem &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; updating this dead blog &amp;amp; reading Nazirah's post . She seem to make a big deal out of her birthday . 23 February you see . Whatever . Ha-Ha ! Not taking the initiative to update in live journal today, so yeah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andd what can I say ? Blogger sucks ! Kay yes, something wrong with this thingy &amp;amp; I had to redo everything . Lucky my posts are still here . Did a simple one though . Plus I didnt get to read any tags . Well, I doubt that no one tagged . SO yeah, continue tagging at my stupid chatbox .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets summarize everything shall we ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had a POA test this week &amp;amp; a surprise malay test too . Wth . Just passed my POA test but still quite dissapointed though . The studying didnt really paid offf but its ok . There'll be another one next week . GAHS ! And yes still at the stage of DDG, dreaming during greography . HA-HAS ! I just cant help it despite wanting to go to the overseas trip . Yesh ! And last night was v tiring . Went off to the Zhenghua Night Cycling thing . Met Naddy's boyf there &amp;amp; Alicia &amp;amp; Karen &amp;amp; her friends . Yeah . So thats that . And I'm not done with my homework &amp;amp; I havent studied for my upcoming tests .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I called everyone after tuition &amp;amp; the only person who called back was Amira . Yes, she finally had the initiative to do so . HAHAS ! too bad I cant go out this weekend . Tmr I'm going swimming with my family again though . Yay ! Was supposed to go with Khairiyah &amp;amp; Liana but Mum didnt allow me to . Shant elaborate on that .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, this week was slightly better . Some issues at home but its okay . Yes, I do miss some people now . Qils &amp;amp; I arent talking . Again, shant elaborate on that . Wth, I still love you [: *big hugs &amp;amp; kisses* And there are really some people I need to talk to but those people, well change . And it doesnt seem like the right thing to do looking up to other people cause , yeah it used to be an issue to someone . 3rd party much ? Yeah, remember "I feel like a 3rd party" ? Yesyes, its somehow related to that .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying sooo bad not to regret whatever that happened in the past . Thats because nothing good has ever happened to me this few days , despite the fact that I gave Annura what she wanted making me laugh at myself at home &amp;amp; shower the third time that day . HA-HA ! Joking at the shower part lah ekh, berok . And I'm also currently working on my sensitivity . I really hate insults nowadays . I mean, yeah I dont mind but my friends tend to go over the limit &amp;amp; insult me more . Inside me will be all the swears &amp;amp; curse I wanted to blast &amp;amp; shout out in front of their faces . Still, I have to control that feeling . My friends dont seem to take me seriously nowadays . Again, I shant elaborate . This'll turn to backstabbing . So yes, I'll shush .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just found out that Hanim's going to Higher Nitec at ITE Clementi taking administrative course . Cheybah ! Isnt the course she wanted but I'm sure she'll be able to survive there .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm sure that this post doesnt offend some people, finally . Since my posts are always an issue to some people like wth . As if they're a much better person than me . Why should I backstab good people right ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp; happy belated 3rd month to me ! [: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-2767189875652307816?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2767189875652307816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=2767189875652307816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/2767189875652307816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/2767189875652307816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/02/bubbly.html' title='Through Memory Lane [:'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SY2CzgXyiBI/AAAAAAAAAno/mG3NuRmG7Qo/s72-c/Kelenting+Bustards+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-6366672612908344257</id><published>2009-02-01T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T04:56:18.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Handsome !</title><content type='html'>Hello Everybody !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was superb, i guess . Went swimming at Changi in the morning . Yes, there were hunks there . Younger then me . Pfft . Then it was lunch at Changi Village . The Nasi Lemak is yummy, as advertised . Everyone should try it , kay !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was home sweet home :D Then, got on the phone with Nazirah, then Khairiyah . I was super bored so yeah, I asked khai whether she can accompany me to the photoshop . I wanted to print my latest gorgeous photos , heh . Yes, photos of me, them, us, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; :D Alright Khairiyah was sick but she didnt mind . So first was Greenridge then then to Fajar then to the playground, to another playground &amp;amp; another playground then home then Zhenghua CC . Yes, a very looong day &amp;amp; I'm feeling exhausted . I have yet to even fiish my homework . GAHS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had a good time text msging Fandi . That lucky bustard is at IMM enjoying himself while me, the mean bitch rots at home studying for E Maths test this Tuesday . HA-HAS, joking about the lucky bustard alright joe ? Very honest about me being a mean bitch . Kay stop (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tommorow will be combined assembly . Yay ! Its been awhile . And I'm currently downloading the latest Messenger, yay !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay no photos today . Bye !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S, I'm Still Not Over You[:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-6366672612908344257?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6366672612908344257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=6366672612908344257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/6366672612908344257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/6366672612908344257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-handsome.html' title='Hello Handsome !'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-20104454565871562</id><published>2009-01-31T03:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T04:03:54.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathetic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is no End in Friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, until now . The phrase "better of alone" finally made sense to me . I finally didn't mind being left alone &amp;amp; listening to my friends laughing in the background till I change my mind about talking to them about my problems . I just didn't have the cheek to ruin their happy moods just to listen to my problems . But at least they're still my friends who didn't have to be worth fighting for but still meant more than a million to me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard laughter in the background, I realized that it really seems like forever when the 6 of us gather &amp;amp; laugh our butts out . And I aslo realize that it isnt they're fault . Other people say its "ego" . I call it "moving on" . It used to be just the 3 of us hanging out . then came 5 &amp;amp; 6 which I didnt mind but , things started to change . I feel so replaced . It was as if I wasnt good enough . Yes, I may not be what the world want I'm really sick of changing my attitude just to fit in . There are others out there whose behaviours more worst than mine but still can make friends . I dont blame those who hate me . Cause as far as I know, I apologized even though it wasnt my fault &amp;amp; its still isnt enough for them .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean ? Its always me whose the culprit &amp;amp; the funny thing is that I wasnt the one who walk out on them . If you recall, they were the one who walked out on me . I really try not to mention the past but I cant help it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently at the stage where I want to have alot of time alone but neither do I want no one to ignore me . The slits on my neck really wasnt worth it which is the reason why I stop the habit . Mum thought that I had an eating disorder cause I'm not eating nowadays but I swear that doesnt have anything to do whit the problems I'm facing now . For once, I want to be the one whose been cared for . Until now, many people didnt realize the tag on me which says "handle with care". I'm fragile, get it ? Sensitive, yes . i'm sick of insults &amp;amp; people laughing at me as if they're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh so perfect .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facing the Music&lt;/span&gt;", everyone have to, eventually .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; your dream came true, I miss you . Would appreciate it if you wont tell anyone who . oh, I'm sure the person know who I'm refering to . Heh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I bloodyhell miss Qils . Yes, she was the one whose been there for me . Through thick &amp;amp; thin . She was the one who listen to my problems at 2am &amp;amp; I'm always there to listen to her's . We had fun having crushes at the same stupid jerk &amp;amp; her exboyf was mine too . But there never were any jealousy/betrayal between us . yeah, I miss you cute ass . [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-20104454565871562?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/20104454565871562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=20104454565871562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/20104454565871562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/20104454565871562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/01/pathetic.html' title='Pathetic'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-4787352967296494685</id><published>2009-01-30T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T05:18:09.663-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not Just Yet [:'/><title type='text'>life isnt meaningless, not just yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To me, there is no greater courage than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the one who kisses first . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2278094e02fbd2e1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2278094e02fbd2e1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331841168%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1B60FA26B46228C02E36F55925C2DA62B4AABD75.1F457FFD87FA603FA2CED0A26F328BA904A8AF72%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2278094e02fbd2e1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZRQe049bN-gXB2dovZpFZq64CY0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2278094e02fbd2e1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331841168%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1B60FA26B46228C02E36F55925C2DA62B4AABD75.1F457FFD87FA603FA2CED0A26F328BA904A8AF72%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2278094e02fbd2e1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZRQe049bN-gXB2dovZpFZq64CY0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in my phone, I found these videos . HAHS ! Presenting my most dearest friends [:&lt;br /&gt;Btw, you have to tilt your head a bit :D And theres another video I wanted to display but it has one of my friends showing the finger XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me make a recap . On the 28th it was a day with Norliana . We went to Greenridge &amp;amp; back to school &amp;amp; back to Greenridge again . Well, just for the sake of *insert name here* SHHH ! And yeah, it was fun going out with ODAC . ODACACACACAC ! HAHAS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, it was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too good to be true &lt;/span&gt;day . Obviously something good at first &amp;amp; super hurting thing happened . Didnt stayed emo shit for long . Besides , it hurts so much that i couldn't cry &amp;amp; it really irritates me when my friends keep on saying "Dont cry Dont cry"when I cant . But I understand, they're just trying to comfort me . Told you they've always got my back . Well, they may not be the friends worth fighting for but still thankful to have such people in my life .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ! And a funny thing happened just now . During assembly, Mr Sng told all the girls in my class to stand behind &amp;amp; tie up our hairs . HA-HA ! ALl of us were pointing at Syazana . Well, she was too panicked to even bother . Well, better all of us than only one person . When we came back in our rows Norliana were laughing at us &amp;amp; she said 'Artika samer jer' Hahas ! Diam . Had my fringe clipped up all the way to the back you see . Just to play safe &amp;amp; I didn't need to impress anyone . *Clears throat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today's training was ok . More superb than usual despite the scoldings . Lolatics . The intake was 9 including a guy . Solleh was happy . HAHAHS ! Well, better 9 than 0 . Rightright ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall I was quite disappointed with myself . I'm starting to be at a stage where I'm facing a lot of expected craps right now till I cant focus on lessons &amp;amp; forgetting to bring worksheets . I remember homeworks though . I'm thinking of going counseling but mum was giving me 'the look' . Yknowyknow . Well, I hope next week would be better .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care All ! Byeeeee ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S My latest top :D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SYL9uj2XVgI/AAAAAAAAAnY/tRvbH1XqrxQ/s1600-h/Hoody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SYL9uj2XVgI/AAAAAAAAAnY/tRvbH1XqrxQ/s320/Hoody.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297075088080197122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SYL9_OQEHOI/AAAAAAAAAng/s0_yXLauJrg/s1600-h/Hoodyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SYL9_OQEHOI/AAAAAAAAAng/s0_yXLauJrg/s320/Hoodyy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297075374340185314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To whom it may concern,&lt;br /&gt;I never had any intention on ending our friendship . Knowing you for 3 months now has made me realize that there is such thing as a 'listening ear' . And you were never the reason why my friends &amp;amp; I are drifting . I know you never thought so but thats what I think . I didnt mind a friend who knows you first before me made you her first priority &amp;amp; I didnt mind not having one too . No one could blame you for being a caring person neither can any human make me stop me from being friends with you . Sometimes, I really do feel like a third party . Yes, you may hate me for writing this here but it's the only way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I could tell you after what you've heard about me from someone . in other words, thanks for everything [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-4787352967296494685?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2278094e02fbd2e1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4787352967296494685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=4787352967296494685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/4787352967296494685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/4787352967296494685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/01/somewhere-in-my-phone-i-found-these.html' title='life isnt meaningless, not just yet'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SYL9uj2XVgI/AAAAAAAAAnY/tRvbH1XqrxQ/s72-c/Hoody.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-3393339143865234503</id><published>2009-01-26T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:38:07.669-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring'/><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SX6W9E447dI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Y4aaSgMNBss/s1600-h/PicturePerfect%281817%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SX6W9E447dI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Y4aaSgMNBss/s320/PicturePerfect%281817%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295836187862822354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The greatest thing to learn, is to love &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be loved in the middle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've forgot to wish all Chinese a Happy Chinese New Year :D Hang Pow Na Lai [: Paper lah ekh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently chatting with no one . Well, no ones online thats why . As expected, I didnt go for a jog with khairiyah today . I was exhausted , so was Nazirah . So uhh yeah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've just created a livejournal account . Wont be so active in it though . Its too complicated . nurulartika.livejounal.com Check it yeah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so freaking bored now though I've still got truckloads of homework to . I'm just super lazy to finish it . Plus I'm sick . GAHS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I've gtg . Yes, a very short post indeed . Yes, its a school day tomorrow &amp;amp; I'm soooo not looking forward to it . Byeeeeeeeeeeee !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S I was reading my archives . I really miss being attached . Gosh, I sound like a desperate player . July &amp;amp; August 2008 were the best &amp;amp; worst . Go read them :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-3393339143865234503?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3393339143865234503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=3393339143865234503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/3393339143865234503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/3393339143865234503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/01/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/SX6W9E447dI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Y4aaSgMNBss/s72-c/PicturePerfect%281817%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-7023521019942963305</id><published>2009-01-26T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T05:49:45.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you reveal your secrets to the wind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you should not blame the wind for revealing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them to the trees .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kahlil Gibran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahs ! I just put in the traffic thingy under 'site' so I can now know who views my blog . HA-HA ! Got that from, pffft Zuraidi's blog . Idk whose Zuraidi . Funny har ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm sure Nazirah enjoyed herself under the sun while I rot at home turning into a blueish green cheese . Eww . That lucky biatch . ( Bee-atch ) Khairiyah taught me that word . HAHAS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I spent my whole day at home . Looks like alot of people are sick nowadays . I hope i'm not one of them cause I'm going for a jog with Khairiyah tomorrow . Cant get hold of the rest lah . Amira's sick &amp;amp; when I called Norliana &amp;amp; Nazirah the machine thing answered . So yeah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now currently chatting with Rio Haikaludin [: talking crap about hime bomb-ing his school .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Artika ladymarmalade [: says:&lt;br /&gt;so hows sch ?&lt;br /&gt;Rio Jr. says:&lt;br /&gt;sch?&lt;br /&gt;Rio Jr. says:&lt;br /&gt;da roboh by Rio jr.&lt;br /&gt;Rio Jr. says:&lt;br /&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;Artika ladymarmalade [: says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahs, chey .&lt;br /&gt;Artika ladymarmalade [: says:&lt;br /&gt;kene bomb keper ?&lt;br /&gt;Rio Jr. says:&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;Rio Jr. says:&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;Rio Jr. says:&lt;br /&gt;last fri&lt;br /&gt;Rio Jr. says:&lt;br /&gt;chinese new year boleh pkai baju traditional&lt;br /&gt;Rio Jr. says:&lt;br /&gt;i wear jubah&lt;br /&gt;Rio Jr. says:&lt;br /&gt; n i annouce all the  student to go outsied sch by recess&lt;br /&gt;Rio Jr. says:&lt;br /&gt; n KA BOOM&lt;br /&gt;Artika ladymarmalade [: says:&lt;br /&gt;everyone died ?&lt;br /&gt;Rio Jr. says:&lt;br /&gt;haah&lt;br /&gt;Artika ladymarmalade [: says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAS !&lt;br /&gt;Rio Jr. says:&lt;br /&gt;every student gets to escape&lt;br /&gt;Rio Jr. says:&lt;br /&gt;except 3 idiotic nerd&lt;br /&gt;Rio Jr. says:&lt;br /&gt;s*&lt;br /&gt;Rio Jr. says:&lt;br /&gt;1 principal&lt;br /&gt;Rio Jr. says:&lt;br /&gt;39 staff badly injured&lt;br /&gt;Rio Jr. says:&lt;br /&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny har ! Good thing he brighten up my mood . Not that I was in a bad mood before but , whatever .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I miss school . I miss girlfies &amp;amp; I miss climbing 8 flight of stairs . NOT ! Ohh, not refering to climbing 8 flight of stairs . Not by not missing Girlfies . Of course I miss them like damn f*cking much . HO-HO . I becoming more vulgar each day . No wonder no one likes me . Haiz :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was just browsing through my saved msgs &amp;amp; I saw a folder of msgs just from a certain guy . Yeahyeah, its who you expect it is . The guy I'm always refering to . The guy who I hope to see everyday after school . The guy who bought his new green boots just this year . Is it green ? Yeah i think its green . Or blue ? Not pink though, duh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I lie in bed at night and pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that you will think of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I cry until my eyelids close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and dream ------ eternity .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wake to sunlight on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For a moment i forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then a cloud passes by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I realize, this is it .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I carry on throughout the day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feighning joy &amp;amp; feeling pain .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I long to gave upon your face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and share a smile, an embrace .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The day is drawing to an end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and still I think of you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I try to relax, yet in my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wonder what to do . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So now I lay me down to sleep, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I pray that God my soul will keep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And should you chance to think of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know that I love you , for eternity .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Whats the point . I find myself being a coward not having the guts to tell anyone how I feel about them . Instead, i write it at my blog making them think that I purposely want to make them feel bad &amp;amp; make sure readers know . I never had any intension to hurt anyone kay ? Get that right .&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-7023521019942963305?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7023521019942963305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=7023521019942963305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/7023521019942963305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/7023521019942963305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/01/eternity.html' title='Eternity'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934166734365046178.post-7159507636531622529</id><published>2009-01-24T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T00:27:20.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laghing Out Loud</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAS ! So sorry, I didnt know my blog was private yesterday . Anw, its open to public now, like duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna share some stuff .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dont get it when guys are reallyreally sad &amp;amp; they have to get away . Really yknoww . Its like ok when the girl you've been dreaming of your whole life doesnt want you then just get on with it lah ! Abit here want to get away . Get away as in not going to school for afew weeks, going to another country all those . Haiyos ! MIA-ing from the girl is a very cowardly thing to do know . Too embarassing to face her after everything is it ? Oh, &amp;amp; i'm not referng to anyone . Its just what i notice when I watch Romance movies . So jangan terase&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lagi&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andddddddddddddddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yknow the time when my cousin got married ? Was chatting with Aidil instead of watching the ceremony XD we were talking about his relationship with khairiyah when I said "it doesnt feel right yknow going steady with your bestfriend's ex" and he was like "so ?" and I was like "ITS WRONG KAY !" and he was like "So ?" =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are the more sensitve guys ? Irritating .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934166734365046178-7159507636531622529?l=artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7159507636531622529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934166734365046178&amp;postID=7159507636531622529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/7159507636531622529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934166734365046178/posts/default/7159507636531622529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artika-getcrunk.blogspot.com/2009/01/laghing-out-loud.html' title='Laghing Out Loud'/><author><name>N.Artika</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unLXw2NQog0/Sk4IFoggyDI/AAAAAAAABE8/tbiODnrrF-M/S220/PicturePerfect2506-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
