<?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-3093229137249378697</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:42:34.752-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever happen it happens for a reason</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097964779102152199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093229137249378697.post-6394896657416086291</id><published>2009-10-11T07:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T07:50:41.398-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One day, the human body council decides to take a vote to select their boss..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brain: i shud be boss, i come up with ideas and thaughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heart: I think i shud be boss coz i fill the body with passion and do the most important job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eyes: i must be selected as boss coz i show you the world.the canvassing goes on.......suddenly the hole speaks up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Asshole: i think i shud be boss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the rest of them: HahahahaHahahahHahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Asshole: awwite, i quit, i'll go on strike!so the asshole quits the job!for 2 days it dont SHIT, everything is under control.. 5 days pass and the human body council is under stress and preasure!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when things get too far and the stomach about to burst, they decide to select the asshole as Boss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Moral:_AnY AsShoLe CaN Be BoSs, It TakeS A Leader To Get Shit Done!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093229137249378697-6394896657416086291?l=namrai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/feeds/6394896657416086291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093229137249378697&amp;postID=6394896657416086291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/6394896657416086291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/6394896657416086291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/2009/10/joke.html' title='Joke'/><author><name>Nam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097964779102152199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093229137249378697.post-3814819902236355525</id><published>2009-01-16T12:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:57:32.701-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort!!Comforty!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey, I got to share with my friends or whoever is reading this blog of mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Actually I was not feeling good on 15 jan. That day I really did something bad. I hurt a person feeling. My friend feeling. SHe has never felt so much pain and thanks to me She did. WOW!! I really feel. I don't like hurting people. It is I rather get hurt then causing other people to be hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The whole night, I was crying thinking what have I done. Did not dare to call her and apologise. Come on!! Who will call in the early morning. How to go school with a happy face?  Eventually she did forgive me but inside I was still not happy. I was really upset for causing her to be upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I really needed someone there to just lend me shoulder to cry. Someone to just hug me and say that it is okay. The best person I got was NATURE. It how to use it. I think the way nature consol peolpe is much better than a person. I was in the park sitting on the bench. I  really scream and cry out loudly. But I just could not people will I have gone mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was just crying silently. I felt the wiind was trying to just blow my thoughts away. It was drying my tears. The silence in the park was allowing me think clearly. Why was I crying for? The positive answer or thoughts was rushing through. Honestly, I did feel much better. I feel as though someone has just console me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know how to describe feeling. But was feeling much enlighten. Hmm.. I guess it got to be with our thinking in the end. Of how we make use of nature to make ourself feel better. I think that is why people go to beach to emo. I think that is a good place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093229137249378697-3814819902236355525?l=namrai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/feeds/3814819902236355525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093229137249378697&amp;postID=3814819902236355525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/3814819902236355525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/3814819902236355525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/2009/01/comfortcomforty.html' title='Comfort!!Comforty!!'/><author><name>Nam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097964779102152199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093229137249378697.post-7808060513888709768</id><published>2009-01-08T12:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:23:32.262-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oopen House 8-10Jan 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My duty is only on the first day 8 January as a tour guide morning shift from 10.30am to 2.30pm. First, I took the shirt small. I thought it will be fine but it was serious small. I could fit in only the length was problem. My friends made a lot of  comment can't help but laugh about it. My mum nagging was the best when she saw the shirt. I kept pulling the shirt hoping that it will get longer, luckily never tear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I don't know why I am addicted to womanizer by spear. I irritated Idah with that song. I bet that song must be playing in her head till she sleep. Haha!!! That was nothing for us to do in the morning shift. We will self enteraining. I learn how to move the bottle in style. It was funny. We walked around to see the booth. Health science was best. I felt like I have entered in the hospital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I took Jurong west secondary school with mali. Mali mali.. he is really shy person to stranger. Can see that he was not comfortable but eventually he got use to it. Me as usual cannot shut my mouth.. Honestly speaking was nervous keep bringing them to wrong place.HAha!! Bad tour guide..Towards the end my other friends joined us. That was really fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We will talking rubbish. The funniest part was bullying Nadeen, do the hand action like him. Hidhir was acting out like one of our lecturer unknownly another lecturer joined us. He changed the topic very fast. Thinking about it want to make me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When we send the school off, we went to sit near the SIT exercising corner. It was windy nice place to rest away from the noise. We are thinking that during our long break to hang around there. There is just some part of the school I am not aware of. Who say NYP is small? There is so many place to discover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After resting, we went to sign our attendence, everyone had left the in charge was waiting for us. My leg was really killing me so painful. I was dead tired that I thought I have lost my admin card. Thought will report to office the lost, unpacked my bag was inside..Brain dead tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093229137249378697-7808060513888709768?l=namrai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/feeds/7808060513888709768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093229137249378697&amp;postID=7808060513888709768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/7808060513888709768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/7808060513888709768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/2009/01/oopen-house-8-10jan-09.html' title='Oopen House 8-10Jan 09'/><author><name>Nam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097964779102152199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093229137249378697.post-7881481017845018728</id><published>2009-01-08T11:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T02:56:20.956-03:00</updated><title type='text'>How 2009 coming UP so far till 080109</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hmm.. it seem like 2009 is good year. The beginning is good. Got to hear lots of good news thought I had bad mood swing in between but none the less is was good. Good things seem to be happening to me FINALLY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of good news like my common test results were good. I can see my GPA improving. I am sensing that I am getting nearer to 3.5. Actually I did not expect that good result from myself seeing the amount of effort I put in. That really came as surprise  to me. Haha!!! I want my result to be good so that I can choose what I want to do and not put according to my result. I will run my life and not let it run by anyone. I am in for Ateam. Yes!!! I really feel like screaming my head off in joy.&lt;br /&gt;My dad is out of town for about 2 week. I get abit of freedom want to get bad a little but still thinkng what to do.. Hmm... I think I am already bad never mind don't want to be extra bad.. But one thing I will do for sure is be out the whole day in peace without parents calling me to ask what time I will be back. Duh!! not so late..&lt;br /&gt;Deed inside me I feel scard after all the good news comes BAD news.. I am feel so scare. I just hope that I will be able to handle it positively. Praying that I will be strong... Just hope that 2009 will end well.&lt;br /&gt;In month times end of year 1 and year 2 will began after march vacation. I can't believe that year 1 is over so fast. AAAAAA!!! After year 2 is year 3 and graduation. I don't want to lose my friends. But can't wait to wear the coat with diploma in my hand and share the moment with my classmates. I am sure I will be superhyper.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly sometime I am too hyper feel like as thought I am drunk without drinking. I will feel sad inside that I will lose my friends, part again. Haha!!! anyway H2 rock...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093229137249378697-7881481017845018728?l=namrai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/feeds/7881481017845018728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093229137249378697&amp;postID=7881481017845018728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/7881481017845018728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/7881481017845018728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-2009-coming-up-so-far-till-080109.html' title='How 2009 coming UP so far till 080109'/><author><name>Nam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097964779102152199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093229137249378697.post-4302975470612141151</id><published>2009-01-04T02:56:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T04:13:07.031-03:00</updated><title type='text'>LastOuting.. on 31 dec 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Class finished rather really early.. We only had math lesson and Molecular lecture was cancelled. WOW!! had breakfast at MAC..had to wait for others frens till there class finished. We will planning to go to town to see the countdown atmosphere..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Taufiq said to wear causal formal. I did not know what to wear so I decided to wear a skirt which I have never done it.I dare not even leave my house when I wore it. My frens said that it look nice but it just does not make me feel "me". Haha!! some of them will really shocked that I wore a skirt. I really hold my skirt tight when the wind start to blow(SCARY). I am never going to wear the skirt again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We decided to take our lunch and just walk about. After Lunch, we went to play arcade..What scene it was, the gals raced with each other for the car game in skirt. The boys will also playing racing with us. 7 of us in the race..I could see car banging and flying as well. I got 3rd..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;That was not all we played shooting games..We went to esplande to check out the party..Starting taking pictures really acting funny. The best shot I liked was the'Clubbing' ones. We took at the basement of esplande under the blue light. The most embrassing thing we did was we post in the dancing style while people were walking pass. haha!! but it was fun.. I look like one jungle woman who end up in the club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I guess in life have to do embrassing things once in a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SWBf8pTkrNI/AAAAAAAAABw/HUiOoU1OgUU/s1600-h/clique1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287331458017701074" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SWBf8pTkrNI/AAAAAAAAABw/HUiOoU1OgUU/s200/clique1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SWBgOMoFxoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XXB3O4MUceY/s1600-h/dance1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287331759556773506" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SWBgOMoFxoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XXB3O4MUceY/s200/dance1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SWBf8pTkrNI/AAAAAAAAABw/HUiOoU1OgUU/s1600-h/clique1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SWBgZBS0o-I/AAAAAAAAACA/1OsOJpUqQGY/s1600-h/dance2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287331945493341154" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SWBgZBS0o-I/AAAAAAAAACA/1OsOJpUqQGY/s200/dance2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SWBgousIi3I/AAAAAAAAACI/EhdxZDydPqY/s1600-h/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287332215377136498" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SWBgousIi3I/AAAAAAAAACI/EhdxZDydPqY/s200/girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SWBg7owiVzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/yRt6dI_mspU/s1600-h/Outin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287332540202506034" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SWBg7owiVzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/yRt6dI_mspU/s200/Outin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/3093229137249378697-4302975470612141151?l=namrai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/feeds/4302975470612141151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093229137249378697&amp;postID=4302975470612141151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/4302975470612141151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/4302975470612141151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/2009/01/lastouting-on-31-dec-08.html' title='LastOuting.. on 31 dec 08'/><author><name>Nam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097964779102152199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SWBf8pTkrNI/AAAAAAAAABw/HUiOoU1OgUU/s72-c/clique1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093229137249378697.post-6001588715402397099</id><published>2009-01-04T01:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T02:52:16.958-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bro's back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Forget about this entry...It is finally 28 dec SUNDAY!!!! The day I have been waiting for.. My bro is coming back. Without him I was really bored home. There was no partner to do my nonsense..No FIGHTS!!! Thought the next day, school is starting again..I can't wait to go back to school and see my friends again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My bro came finally... he looks the same. His language was really funny..I was just laughing my head off. His hair was long make him look like gay. I am glad his sense of humor has not changed at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That is what I like about my bro, he is always so cheerful does not take life stress. He enjoys as much as he can. He is so positive in whatever he does, though he does not succeed.Whenever I am feeling down,he comes and irritate me. I will get so involved fighting with him that I will eventually forget about my gloomy mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093229137249378697-6001588715402397099?l=namrai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/feeds/6001588715402397099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093229137249378697&amp;postID=6001588715402397099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/6001588715402397099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/6001588715402397099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/2009/01/bros-back.html' title='Bro&apos;s back'/><author><name>Nam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097964779102152199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093229137249378697.post-1265040976154309202</id><published>2008-12-30T08:28:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T08:42:23.417-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Down down down..</title><content type='html'>Looking forward for trm as it new year eve. The last day of 2008. I am just hoping that my 2009 will also overcome problems positively and have a enjoyable yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know why I am feeling down. Maybe I am having mood swing or just thinking so much. I seriously don't know what my problem is. Thankfully my classmate will there cracking jokes. I was not even in mood to study after lunch break. I just want to be alone somewhere peaceful for a moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Think calmly, what my problem is that make me feel sad(make my heart feel heavy). There is certain think that I don't have gut to do. Like talking about my feeling out. The only thing I can do is cry alone. Hopefully, i will get over this feeling soon and get back to my normal self .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093229137249378697-1265040976154309202?l=namrai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/feeds/1265040976154309202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093229137249378697&amp;postID=1265040976154309202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/1265040976154309202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/1265040976154309202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/2008/12/down-down-down.html' title='Down down down..'/><author><name>Nam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097964779102152199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093229137249378697.post-6049572239860509051</id><published>2008-12-29T13:04:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:43:21.583-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ankit's b'day 27 Dec 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is Pooja's younger brother b'day party. I really felt bad when I went, I was underdress. I seriously don't know what I was thinking about. I just forget that it is a B'DAY PARTY. But thank god, pooja and Nisa will there never really feel so bad. It was fun teasing Pooja.The face she give is really funny, just love that face of her. I was really shock to see the guys doing decoration. I mean is usually gals that do all this stuff. Haha!! I was having fun to see them do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ankit has finally turned 9 years old. I really wished my b'day was in december where is festive season and you age the last also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The best part of the party was the game, we played. I think our favourite game is HEART ATTACK. I am sure people playing us will get heart attack. Pooja, Ash, her cousin, sonu and me were playing heart attack. The small kids never play as it was really violence. We would really push our hands to the bottom in the process we scratched and pushed each other hands away. At the end of the game, it seem like we had a workout as we were all sweating. Ppl got injuried but not so severe. They will remeber for a few days that I played a violence heart attack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Got to see the child in everyone of them.. It reminds me of when young kids play..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was exhausted when I got home. The next day, my hands were aching..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thank for the wonderful day guys!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093229137249378697-6049572239860509051?l=namrai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/feeds/6049572239860509051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093229137249378697&amp;postID=6049572239860509051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/6049572239860509051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/6049572239860509051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/2008/12/ankits-bday-27-dec-08.html' title='Ankit&apos;s b&apos;day 27 Dec 08'/><author><name>Nam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097964779102152199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093229137249378697.post-4228829925513132814</id><published>2008-12-25T08:21:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T12:42:51.627-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas PArty 19 dec</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What to wear!!! Oh my gosh!! I hate this when I don't know what to wear.. I found the black and white dress that was in my deep inside my cupboard. Honestly!! I did not feel comfortable in the dress but still wear it. I have never really wear a dress before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Finding the place was not a problem. We received the goodie. The chirstmas committee really did a good job. I enjoyed the food. The turkey was good. We played games the passing of the parcel was scary.I got the first forfit body language. Spell 'Merry christmas' was tough. I got dizzy. Thankfully can still walk back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;The best part was teasing Pooja "PULLED IT". She got selected with Faizal for best Ateam. We had to cheer for them. I screamed too loud that almost lost my voice. I was really happy that Poo won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;We walked to the bus stop barefooted, the heels was killing our feet. When we were walking, there some idiots who did not have sisters commenting. If only I was a guy should have punch them. I really enjoyed myself with Poo's frens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Merry XMas everyone!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SVjuZE-rzHI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/axNDKd4QUHY/s1600-h/Xmas4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285236277320076402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SVjuZE-rzHI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/axNDKd4QUHY/s200/Xmas4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SVjvBp3TlxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/y9QeoHdiKI0/s1600-h/Xmas3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285236974416008978" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SVjvBp3TlxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/y9QeoHdiKI0/s200/Xmas3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SVjvslhVEcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/qqWZiPxP6P0/s1600-h/Xmas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285237711984464322" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SVjvslhVEcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/qqWZiPxP6P0/s200/Xmas2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SVjuZE-rzHI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/axNDKd4QUHY/s1600-h/Xmas4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SVjuZE-rzHI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/axNDKd4QUHY/s1600-h/Xmas4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3093229137249378697-4228829925513132814?l=namrai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/feeds/4228829925513132814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093229137249378697&amp;postID=4228829925513132814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/4228829925513132814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/4228829925513132814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/2008/12/xmas-party-19-dec.html' title='Xmas PArty 19 dec'/><author><name>Nam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097964779102152199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SVjuZE-rzHI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/axNDKd4QUHY/s72-c/Xmas4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093229137249378697.post-6412699475442301423</id><published>2008-12-25T07:14:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T12:47:44.291-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Standard Charter &amp; Kick it 6-7 DEC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just cannot wait for KICK IT. My classmates were playing and I can't wait to watch them play. We do play at times after our lesson and they are good. My duty was just to pick the ball when it goes off the field. At the place where I was sitting, there decomposed frog. At the sight, it would want to make you puke. I got used to it keeping me accompany.&lt;br /&gt;The match was really interesting that I did not even want to go for break. Love united really play well. It was like a easy match for them. The round was a walkover for my classmate. The second match was with engineering students. I saw senior also. The match was thrilling. In the end my classmate lost but I am sure they had fun. The winner team was LOVE UNITED. They also won last year.&lt;br /&gt;That evening Pooja and me had to come back to school around 11.30pm for Standard Chartered. Have to report 4.30am in the morning. We rather take a bus from bus together at least will not be late. My dad dropped us to school. I was thinking of studying the whole night but end up playing card games. But the card game was not as fun as at Poo's house. That was really fun especially heart attack. We scratched, pulled and sqeezed our hands through.&lt;br /&gt;I never sleep the whole night. We were playing card game kind of near the sports area. The guards were patrolling, we had to hide the cards from them.&lt;br /&gt;By the time we board the bus I was already sleepy. When got there, we registered got our goodie and changed to the shirt. After breakfast, while waiting for the event to start most of us were ald dozing off. What a sight!! I was also one of them.&lt;br /&gt;My duty was a spotter for wheelchair race. I got to see Dr. William Tan. He is a motivator speaker. Have attended his talk in secondary school. Despite having a polio since young, he overcomed the odd and became a doctor. He stay in America.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing all the wheelchair people together, I find that they have to overcome so much obstacles than us. When we feel hot under the sun we just look for shade but this people have no choice . Yet we complain so much. I feel that they are a positive motivator. They are not physical strong but mentally they are. I think my problems is nth compared to them. That is what I learnt from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SVjwdbVJ9eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/CVxl4vGKz28/s1600-h/DSC00882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285238551062640098" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SVjwdbVJ9eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/CVxl4vGKz28/s200/DSC00882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SVjwt2XN7HI/AAAAAAAAAAw/32b_WNNQSG8/s1600-h/DSC00893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285238833196952690" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SVjwt2XN7HI/AAAAAAAAAAw/32b_WNNQSG8/s200/DSC00893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093229137249378697-6412699475442301423?l=namrai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/feeds/6412699475442301423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093229137249378697&amp;postID=6412699475442301423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/6412699475442301423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/6412699475442301423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/2008/12/standard-charter-kick-it-6-7-dec.html' title='Standard Charter &amp; Kick it 6-7 DEC'/><author><name>Nam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097964779102152199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SVjwdbVJ9eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/CVxl4vGKz28/s72-c/DSC00882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093229137249378697.post-5210670640990322356</id><published>2008-12-25T06:42:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T22:27:11.925-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rab ne Bana di jodi 17 dec 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ruchi and I were so bored at home that we planned to catch a movie. The movie start at 2.45pm. I have to report to school at 5.30pm. There was plenty of time. We decided to watch Rab ne bana di jodi at jade. We were reached bugis but we were not sure where was it. I called people who might know. After all the walking, we managed to find but we did not know where to purchase the tickets. We just tried to guess and managed to find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We decided to buy chips so that we can save money but actually ended up spending more. The popcorn at the cinema was cheaper. The movie began I wanted to eat but in the cinema hall no one was eating anything. So quiet from the audience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;WOW!!! I was moved by the songs of the movie most of all. The song HAULE HAULE was nice. The actor dance was really funny. I was so engrossed in the movie that I never took notice of time till pooja called and asked me where am i. I realize that I am going to be late. The movie ended 5.45pm past my reporting time. Siew Ching smsed saying no need to come as the event starting soon, I really felt bad. Eventually got over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I guess this kind of things happens in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SVjxg9k4vpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HYomn4JUuSc/s1600-h/Cuut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285239711306661522" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SVjxg9k4vpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HYomn4JUuSc/s200/Cuut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SVjxyigvrBI/AAAAAAAAABA/SdWz_Q63uOo/s1600-h/Diva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285240013279177746" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SVjxyigvrBI/AAAAAAAAABA/SdWz_Q63uOo/s200/Diva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SVjyTu-u7VI/AAAAAAAAABI/NCWu4BmyfTA/s1600-h/Smiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285240583561866578" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SVjyTu-u7VI/AAAAAAAAABI/NCWu4BmyfTA/s200/Smiley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;He look so cute in this..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She is DIVA!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SO CUTE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&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/3093229137249378697-5210670640990322356?l=namrai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/feeds/5210670640990322356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093229137249378697&amp;postID=5210670640990322356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/5210670640990322356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/5210670640990322356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/2008/12/rab-ne-bana-di-jodi-17-dec-08.html' title='Rab ne Bana di jodi 17 dec 08'/><author><name>Nam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097964779102152199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SVjxg9k4vpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HYomn4JUuSc/s72-c/Cuut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093229137249378697.post-8847314012752784725</id><published>2008-12-25T06:11:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T12:58:02.691-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Games day 13 dec 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yes!!! The day I have been looking forward for is finally here. ALL the planning was finally put to action. I am so excitied.Haha!! I did had lots of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In the morning the turn out was disappointing but it still gave us lots of time to prepare. Mean while few of us when to rent the bike. They decided to rent a bike that can transport people at the back and with a basket in the front. Ended up william transporting me back. It was like a nightmare for me. I was really screaming all the way. I don't know why I just fear. I am William's ear must have gone deaf for a moment. I think even Pooja must have got deaf with my screaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We played Captain ball while waiting for more people to come. It was a match committee verse the players. It was really fun. My face turned really red which I was not aware of. More people came and the game became for fun. We were even snatching ball from each other. I still cannot forget how Nisa slide on the grass. We were too engrossed in playing that no one keep notice of the score.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Both team got the chance to throw water at each other. POO!!! n RANDY aimed me... Thanks to them, I was wet and the best part was that I never bring spare clothes. When it was my turn, haha!! revenage was sure sweet. POO got it from me also. Soon was lunch... was sure very hungry!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The food was good. Thanks to Sariman.. We began our station game. My station was the toughest of all. I already told Pooja in advance that she will hate me station the most.They had to fix the puzzle and find where is it. My partner was fun. While waiting for the team to arrive, we were playing the playground. The most fun toplay was the spiderwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After the station game, I was already tired. Tug-of-war!!! Faizal was being dragged even before he could pull. HAHA!!! that was really funny. Darts were played and finally prize presentation. Clearing up!!! That was the end of games day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I went to starbuck with pooja, Nisa and Racheal. I really hate Coffee but i tried one. After trying, I kind of actually liked it. I felt so relaxed. AAAA!!! I feel like having again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We were really chilling out. We were really enjoying ourself, my jaw was aching from all the laughing. That was a really fun day out!! Thanks guys for making a wonderful day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                   &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SVjzJNkUVWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NwZ7VGUpXy8/s1600-h/Games+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285241502305637730" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SVjzJNkUVWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NwZ7VGUpXy8/s200/Games+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cheer 4 the committee&lt;/span&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/3093229137249378697-8847314012752784725?l=namrai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/feeds/8847314012752784725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093229137249378697&amp;postID=8847314012752784725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/8847314012752784725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/8847314012752784725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/2008/12/games-day-13-dec-08.html' title='Games day 13 dec 08'/><author><name>Nam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097964779102152199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SVjzJNkUVWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NwZ7VGUpXy8/s72-c/Games+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093229137249378697.post-1679697553631917970</id><published>2008-12-25T05:43:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:50:17.654-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally class outing!!! 11 DEc 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finally after our common test, we had a class outing. We decided to go to Escape theme park. I was SHOCKed with the the turn out. All H2 came and other frens from other class also came. It was a huge group outing. We played the viking first. Mali took a video of the ride. I was really screaming my head off but it was fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The whole day, we were teasin Idah. I hope she did not mind. Nice to tease her and see her reaction. Love her alot!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We played almost all the ride expect for wild and wet as it began to rain after our lunch. We took lots of photos. Haha!!! freak about taking photos. The rain did not stop our fun. We went to try out the station game indoor. The guys played the games. They win the soft toy, they give it to the gals. That was really nice of them. They were really trying hard to win the large soft toy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The best part was when Joe won a snake. I just love the soft toy snake. Haha!!! He played a few more times to win another two more snakes. Not bad!! even Arcthur won a snake for himself. When the rain stopped, we decided to watch a movie. We watched "The day the earth stood still". We bought around sixteen tickets together. WOW!!! what a long string of tickets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I really hope that all our coursemates will stay united through the year of poly. We are just a small group of us in this course. I am sure we can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After the movie, we head back home. All of us were tired of the whole day of fun. Hmm.. maybe for our march holiday we can plan for a BBQ. But must make sure booking of pit is done advance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Looking forward to march holiday already!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Enjoy the remaining days of 2 weeks!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SVj--fbRvdI/AAAAAAAAABY/BETmBIVUyRg/s1600-h/n708111522_1248192_8874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285254512260529618" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SVj--fbRvdI/AAAAAAAAABY/BETmBIVUyRg/s200/n708111522_1248192_8874.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SVj_WYluwfI/AAAAAAAAABg/V3Rivrt4AKA/s1600-h/n708111522_1248228_7046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285254922742186482" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SVj_WYluwfI/AAAAAAAAABg/V3Rivrt4AKA/s200/n708111522_1248228_7046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SVj_o2rLguI/AAAAAAAAABo/99CltQBtuRg/s1600-h/n708111522_1248211_2992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285255240055751394" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SVj_o2rLguI/AAAAAAAAABo/99CltQBtuRg/s200/n708111522_1248211_2992.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&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/3093229137249378697-1679697553631917970?l=namrai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/feeds/1679697553631917970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093229137249378697&amp;postID=1679697553631917970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/1679697553631917970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/1679697553631917970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally-class-outing.html' title='Finally class outing!!! 11 DEc 08'/><author><name>Nam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097964779102152199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ecO4QEidRs/SVj--fbRvdI/AAAAAAAAABY/BETmBIVUyRg/s72-c/n708111522_1248192_8874.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093229137249378697.post-7597071445885529755</id><published>2008-11-05T11:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:54:58.412-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween in sch!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Halloween. Actually first time celebrated. Was not sure what kind of attire to get. It was on 31 oct. There was alot of fun filled activities. We played demon and angel, amazin race around 12am. I never sleep the whole night till morning. Chat with frens, was a good experience but next day slept like a dead log and missed my fren's lunch invitation. When I woke up saw so many missed calls and I never even heard them ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093229137249378697-7597071445885529755?l=namrai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/feeds/7597071445885529755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093229137249378697&amp;postID=7597071445885529755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/7597071445885529755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/7597071445885529755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-in-sch.html' title='Halloween in sch!!!'/><author><name>Nam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097964779102152199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093229137249378697.post-2807139254421168345</id><published>2008-11-05T11:36:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:45:17.860-03:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Novem rockz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was invited to my fren's house for diwali dinner. I thought it will be simple dinner but actually it was a dinner party. The best part was DANCE FLOOR. Finally I can dance my heart out. I was hoping that can go for a diwali party that has dance floor. Dancing is best to let all ur inner energy out. It relaxes the body and mind and in also an exercise. I find that dancing have given me some confident in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wait!!!! how can I not talk abt food. I loved the prawn and mutton. They were so delicious that I went for second helping despite being full. My fren's mum actually cooked the dish and they were not order. All of them were home-made. In future, when I want to learn how to cook dishes must learn from her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093229137249378697-2807139254421168345?l=namrai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/feeds/2807139254421168345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093229137249378697&amp;postID=2807139254421168345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/2807139254421168345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/2807139254421168345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/2008/11/2-novem-rockz.html' title='2 Novem rockz'/><author><name>Nam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097964779102152199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093229137249378697.post-8177884314969860839</id><published>2008-11-05T11:21:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:36:07.203-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Diwali MOst worst nightmare and the best also</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! Diwali is here again. Must do cleaning the worst thing u can ask me to do. This year I did not help my mum at all. I am sure she must have been mad at me. My sis had her excuse O level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So many invitation mean many place to eat. Haha!! that is good but have school so end up going during weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On 1 november, when to Shiv Mahal restaurant. The name sound so wow but the it was really small restaurant of 2 room size only. I thought will have dance floor but sadly dun have. The youngster were made to sit outside. The food was best of all despite all the complaints. There was this gal who was so tall. I thought she was wearing heel but in actual fact she was not. She was much taller than me. WOW!!! I want to grow as tall as her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093229137249378697-8177884314969860839?l=namrai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/feeds/8177884314969860839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093229137249378697&amp;postID=8177884314969860839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/8177884314969860839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/8177884314969860839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/2008/11/diwali-most-worst-nightmare-and-best.html' title='Diwali MOst worst nightmare and the best also'/><author><name>Nam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097964779102152199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093229137249378697.post-7799244242942445628</id><published>2008-10-24T11:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:21:40.369-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Best day</title><content type='html'>Today class start at 11am. Finished early. When to Pasir ris park to check out the place.&lt;br /&gt;There will 5 of us from A team. It was fun. In the bus, we took picutres. But the most fun was taking pictures of ppl sleeping. Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;Got down earlier stop, WHat a long walk to the park. Upon reachin rent a bicycle. One of my team mate could not ride so we took dual, but I cannot ride felt so unstable. I took the single one and my other fren shared. I really enjoyed riding the bicycle. Hmmmm.... I m thinking of buying myself a bicycle so that i can cycle.&lt;br /&gt;We went for dinner at whitesand. I could have fainted by the time i get home without food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trm I will be going to take my pay. I hope i will get more that what i m expecting. I see money coming from all direction. Thursday also i got a cheque. It look like it is going to be a good diwali for me to spend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093229137249378697-7799244242942445628?l=namrai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/feeds/7799244242942445628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093229137249378697&amp;postID=7799244242942445628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/7799244242942445628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/7799244242942445628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/2008/10/best-day.html' title='Best day'/><author><name>Nam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097964779102152199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093229137249378697.post-2451291619302565736</id><published>2008-10-23T04:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T04:27:46.379-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy...Busy</title><content type='html'>AAAAA..... Since school started it seem like i have gotten busy. I want more holiday. I did not really enjoy my holiday as my classmates will not there. I worked all my holiday and have not gotten pay for any. OMG imagine without money, cannot do anything!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093229137249378697-2451291619302565736?l=namrai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/feeds/2451291619302565736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093229137249378697&amp;postID=2451291619302565736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/2451291619302565736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/2451291619302565736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/2008/10/busybusy.html' title='Busy...Busy'/><author><name>Nam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097964779102152199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093229137249378697.post-6656503768393248906</id><published>2008-07-30T12:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T04:24:53.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting...Interesting</title><content type='html'>I did not know that blog can be so fun!!!! I still have to learn a lot of things. I hope i can make my blog interesting. I m sure i will add picutures soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093229137249378697-6656503768393248906?l=namrai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/feeds/6656503768393248906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093229137249378697&amp;postID=6656503768393248906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/6656503768393248906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/6656503768393248906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/2008/07/interestinginteresting.html' title='Interesting...Interesting'/><author><name>Nam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097964779102152199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093229137249378697.post-1764445580336316422</id><published>2008-07-30T11:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T12:05:47.768-03:00</updated><title type='text'>What's happening</title><content type='html'>HAha,&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea from where to start. I think this week is not a good week for me. I got scolding on monday by dad. He scolded me like for no reason. I think the reason he scolded me was unreasonable. Hello! I am old enough please give me some privacy. I need some. It is really unpleasant when someone comes and check my things. It just seem that my parents don't trust me. Oh I forget! How can the trust me. They just want to get rid of me as soon as possible in an indirect way. I cannot wait to live far away from them. Keeping a distance from loves ones help to keep the bond stronger. I just cannot wait for my freedom. The day when I can decided what I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid that after marriage life will be like prisoner again. I will make sure that I will not fall in that trap again. I will whoever the man is that I will not be a lady who will obey his saying. I am someone with my thoughts and I hate following someone else's order.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I don't have a story to tell. I am just letting out all the unpleasant things. There is few people that I can talk to about my problem. I am afraid to call and tell them about my problem. They might have time to hear me out. SO I guess blogging is the best solution. I can write really crapy things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093229137249378697-1764445580336316422?l=namrai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/feeds/1764445580336316422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3093229137249378697&amp;postID=1764445580336316422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/1764445580336316422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093229137249378697/posts/default/1764445580336316422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrai.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-happening.html' title='What&apos;s happening'/><author><name>Nam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097964779102152199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
