<?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-2066726270218453879</id><updated>2012-01-26T21:09:46.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>@ Moulmein High</title><subtitle type='html'>Everybody wanna try to box me in
Suffocating everytime it locks me in
Paint their own pictures than they crop me in
But I will remain where the top begins
Cause I am not a word, I am not a line
I am not a girl that can ever be defined.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>158</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-8704267432046013654</id><published>2012-01-26T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T21:09:46.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left Untold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;SOME THINGS ARE JUST MEANT TO BE UNTOLD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No one knows what happened this morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No one except those four souls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No one cares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No one bothers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No one wants to hear your problems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She shivered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He cried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She cried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they let their tears trickled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who cares?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No one will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You answer it for yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;TRUTH IS YOU ARE JUST LIVING ALONE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faults&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're the cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No one else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's the fact&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She said so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything's burned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tarnished&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No laughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No 'start of something new'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;THAT'S THE END WHERE HAPPY ENDING NEVER EXISTS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.themusicvoid.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/profound_sadness.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hadith of the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doa duduk antara Sujud yang kita selalu baca laju-laju,&amp;nbsp;tahukah anda maksudnya??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rabbighfirli (Tuhanku, ampuni aku)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Warhamni (sayangi aku)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wajburnii (Tutuplah aib-aibku)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Warfa’nii (Angkatlah darjatku)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Warzuqnii (Berilah aku rezeki)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wahdinii (Berilah aku petunjuk)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wa’Aafinii (Sihatkan aku)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wa’fuannii (Maafkan aku)&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/2066726270218453879-8704267432046013654?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/8704267432046013654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=8704267432046013654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/8704267432046013654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/8704267432046013654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2012/01/left-untold.html' title='Left Untold'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-1118553982200405123</id><published>2012-01-25T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T22:26:15.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching For Breath</title><content type='html'>My aunt mentioned and made me noticed as well that I have been frequently falling sick ever since I'm in Poly. And whenever my family visits them or vice versa, I am sure sick. Either fever, runny nose, gastric pain, backbone pain, headache or whatsoever. Urgh! I wonder if stress is really the cause. Anyway I wanted to post something about a "stranger" in Facebook. Well not really a stranger, he's actually Haziq's brother. Haziq is my primary school friend. We never talk before (I assume) and he's currently studying in TP, A&amp;amp;F, business course as well. Because of that we started talking. But not for now. No idea why. Anyway not side tracking, this was what his brother said to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...I came across your profile anyway and something does catches my eyes: your God-given talent for drawing!&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, I saw your blog as well (it was on ur info page) and you do sure love to narrate your daily on-goings right? Why not post more on your drawings?&amp;nbsp;What I'm saying is, I hope that you won't stop drawing! I'd definitely love to see more of your masterpieces &amp;nbsp;You have made me a fan of your artwork!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This totally made my day! I'm always easily flattered whenever someone praise me. Urgh! I cannot let this happen. Need to control my self-esteem! Anyway, that was part of what he said. But just by reading it, won't you get flattered if you were in my shoes? It just gave me the motivation to continue to draw, although I know myself that my drawings are not up to standard. But thanks. Thank you all to those who keep on giving me support to draw. Really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm gonna continue my Reflection Journal which has been left hanging only at the first paragraph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I didn't post a hadith on the previosu published, I will post a longer one here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadith of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barangsiapa yang kafir maka dia sendirilah yang menanggung (akibat) kekafirannya itu (30:44)&amp;nbsp;dan barangsiapa yang beramal saleh maka untuk diri mereka sendirilah mereka menyiapkan (30:44) agar Allah memberi pahala kepada orang-orang yang beriman dan beramal saleh dari karunia-Nya (30:45)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-1118553982200405123?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/1118553982200405123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=1118553982200405123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/1118553982200405123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/1118553982200405123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2012/01/catching-for-breath.html' title='Catching For Breath'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-5365705651099793246</id><published>2012-01-25T19:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T19:56:24.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fever Strike</title><content type='html'>Well, guess what? I'm freaking having a fever right now! It happened yesterday morning actually when Mama woke me up and I could feel this cold shivering sweat trickling down my spine. I stood up and I felt like I was about to faint. I managed to concur my strength and walked towards the bathroom. Mama couldn't see from my face that I was sick. She even asked me to mop the floor. Of course I did. Then I lied on my bed, switched on my lappy wanting to do my Reflection Journal for Comm Skill (due this FRIDAY!! and I'm freaking out!) But then not realizing, I fell asleep till night when Mama touched my feverish body. I was shivering. She put on my long white pants and rub the balm on my body cos I was aching. Then went back to sleep. Late night, when I thought it was 2am or something cos everyone's asleep (it was only 11pm), I was having nausea and&amp;nbsp;vomited&amp;nbsp;every 2/3 hours. Gross! My throat hurt A LOT! Ate medicine, but still doesn't work. I want to go to the doctor but I can't drag myself there. Can someone carry me there instead? Haha. How can I joke around even at this condition? You've got Comm Skill to do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practically I'm lying on my bed every single hour, like bed-ridden. No kidding. My stomach is so small. I wasn't hungry at all yesterday. Mum forced me to eat the chicken soup with my favourite broccoli but I ate a small amount only. Then went back to sleep. But when I vomited out everything, my stomach started to grumble and there wasn't any food left for me. So I had to endure and kept vomiting until today morning, my dad's birthday. I'm suppose to give him a surprise. Unfortunately due to my fever, everything was held back. I don't want to blabber about what happen today, cos it wasn't anything interesting. BUT LET ME TELL YOU THIS! I'M LAVISH! But I can't eat that much. AND I'M THIRSTY! Firman has been drinking cold drinks in front of me. Damn! I don't want to be sick. Please, pray for me that I will recover soon cos I still have tons more projects to submit and I don't want to trouble my parents. Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-5365705651099793246?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/5365705651099793246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=5365705651099793246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/5365705651099793246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/5365705651099793246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2012/01/fever-strike.html' title='Fever Strike'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-6970710014082014788</id><published>2012-01-24T01:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T01:08:38.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lion Fell in Love with the Lamb</title><content type='html'>Brushing my hair through my fingers, listening to the strumming of the guitar being played. Not live, but trough the virtual world. Yes indeed. Too bad, I'm not able to talk. Seriously, I'm mute, for like the past 22 hours or so. 1) Must have gotten it from Firman who just about to recover. 2) Forced myself to drink Root Beer which actually craving for Coke and ate tapai afterwards. 3) All the late night sleep. I'm obviously getting sick. I tried to avoid it by doing a 30 minutes workout at home, it helped for awhile, until in the middle of the night, my throat felt dry and it hurts. I quickly swallow 2 panadol and drank the cough syrup. But guess what, I haven't recover. Too bad for me. Now I'm not able to accomplish my goal for this so called holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I don't know why but my love handles and elbows are not&amp;nbsp;proportionate! My left love handles are more inwards and my right elbow is so much smaller (even Eddy think that I lost weight because of that small elbow I have!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadith of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Siapakah yang menjadikan langit dan bumi dan menundukkan matahari dan bulan?" Tentu mereka akan menjawab: "Allah" (29:61)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-6970710014082014788?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/6970710014082014788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=6970710014082014788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/6970710014082014788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/6970710014082014788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2012/01/lion-fell-in-love-with-lamb.html' title='The Lion Fell in Love with the Lamb'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-1199844850955109447</id><published>2012-01-21T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T01:32:56.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.e.r.f.e.c.t T.w.o</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What if you happen to know that you are gonna marry that someone in future? Isn't it freaky? I really have no idea why but I feel like I know who I'm gonna get married to. Haha. Yeah right. Okay. I'm talking nonsense. My mind isn't clear, that's why.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway I'm very happy today, and I melt. For something that happened tonight, from 12am even until now, which is going to be 2am soon. *Strum strum strum* How does it feel like? At this kind of hour, someone is playing numerous song just for you. It's so sweet isn't it? I know. Don't need to mention. You will already be going "Aww!" I have never gotten such reward like that from anyone before. I'm really touched. Haha. Okay. Thank you so much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P.S. I'm totally in love, IN LOVE with The Lion Fell n Love With the Lamb.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="background-color: white; color: #444444; display: inline; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, 'Liberation Sans', FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 30px; line-height: 36px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, 'Liberation Sans', FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, 'Liberation Sans', FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;Good Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, 'Liberation Sans', FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, 'Liberation Sans', FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;Hadith of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, 'Liberation Sans', FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;(will add this in somewhere cos I can't find it for now)&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/2066726270218453879-1199844850955109447?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/1199844850955109447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=1199844850955109447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/1199844850955109447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/1199844850955109447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2012/01/perfect-two.html' title='P.e.r.f.e.c.t T.w.o'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-3041638335317483562</id><published>2012-01-01T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T00:37:18.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fix It</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VePuiFs82RA/Tv80hb6w6JI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Qpclh_3KKVc/s1600/IMG175.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VePuiFs82RA/Tv80hb6w6JI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Qpclh_3KKVc/s320/IMG175.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was my brunch! Yum!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Inside the croissant there's chilli tuna, mince meat,&amp;nbsp;mozzarella&amp;nbsp;cheese, carrots and&amp;nbsp;broccoli. The black thingy outside are raisins. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KXiyT_lXPmI/Tv80jx3LNgI/AAAAAAAAAX8/H80DQ73jR4k/s1600/IMG176.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KXiyT_lXPmI/Tv80jx3LNgI/AAAAAAAAAX8/H80DQ73jR4k/s320/IMG176.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bohemian-y necklace from Mama&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UH-LVo15NM4/Tv80mplfTBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/FKqgoH54RUA/s1600/IMG212.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UH-LVo15NM4/Tv80mplfTBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/FKqgoH54RUA/s320/IMG212.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally my coloured mask!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pJR-ahMwC3w/Tv80oywh31I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-f4B3MdfiLs/s1600/IMG333.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pJR-ahMwC3w/Tv80oywh31I/AAAAAAAAAYM/-f4B3MdfiLs/s320/IMG333.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dinner (fake one)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is just some ingredients for my dinner which I haven't really prepare yet. I purposely decorated in just for the sake of taking a picture of it. Ikr. So lame of me. Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bdtvf5kjLds/Tv80rm4Kn7I/AAAAAAAAAYU/2_mBQkjhYxo/s1600/IMG336.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bdtvf5kjLds/Tv80rm4Kn7I/AAAAAAAAAYU/2_mBQkjhYxo/s320/IMG336.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the my real dinner&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This is how ugly it looks like. Anyway ingredients are: 1 whole avacado (smashed with fork), blueberries, carrots, grapes and diced almonds. This isn't suppose to be an appropriate dinner. But just that I'm controlling my consumption of food. Oopsie. I lied. I'm actually not sure if I am because for a moment I control my food intake then the next second I kept eating junk food (but in small amount, REPEATEDLY!) I'm not really depressed so WHY AM I EATING A LOT!? I have no idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is flooding wishes all over about new year. And here I am, lying in my room, singing songs and blah blah blah. Slacking like a pig. WHO CARES. I have never, again NEVER, feel a good a thing about new year. So what? It's just another year past, that means you are nearing the end. THE END!! You know what I mean. And all the resolutions and wishes, will they even keep track of it? No idea. Sorry, no offence, but I just find it ridiculous. Okay, I shall stop talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum just told me something that freaks the hell out of me at evening. It's very superficial yet scary because...urgh no. Not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios amigos, should I just say? Happy New Year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadith of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_40867825"&gt;Sometimes, Allah breaks your spirit to save your souls.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_40867825"&gt;Sometimes, He breaks our heart to make us whole.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_40867825"&gt;Sometimes, Allah allows pain so we can be stronger.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_40867825"&gt;Sometimes, Allah sends us failure so we can be humble.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_40867825"&gt;Sometimes, Allah allows illness so we can take better care of ourselves.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_40867825"&gt;Sometimes, Allah takes everything away from us so we can learn the value of everything He gave us..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/HadithoftheDay"&gt;Make plans but understand that we live by Allah's grace..Ameen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-3041638335317483562?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/3041638335317483562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=3041638335317483562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/3041638335317483562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/3041638335317483562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2012/01/fix-it.html' title='Fix It'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VePuiFs82RA/Tv80hb6w6JI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Qpclh_3KKVc/s72-c/IMG175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-5920808770940207439</id><published>2011-12-31T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T00:13:26.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now You Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;David: Morning.. What a great day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Muslim: Morning.. So, how's your Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;David: Great.. Will be enjoying very soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Muslim: Good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;David: No wish for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Muslim: Islam respects the non Muslim, but to greet other religion is not allowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David: But why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muslim: It's like we can't stop you to drink liquor, but we cant drink it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David: But many of Muslim did wish for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muslim: Can you confess our confession of faith?(syahadah)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David: NO!..can not!..it will affect my faith..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muslim: But why? It's just a word..:)..say it..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David: now i am understand:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&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/2066726270218453879-5920808770940207439?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/5920808770940207439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=5920808770940207439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/5920808770940207439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/5920808770940207439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/12/now-you-know.html' title='Now You Know'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-1304488971144282996</id><published>2011-12-30T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T22:24:58.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty Pleasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ewtWZsMyF-w/Tv3EaRrND8I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dwo8UE9HC4Y/s1600/IMG019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ewtWZsMyF-w/Tv3EaRrND8I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dwo8UE9HC4Y/s320/IMG019.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abah bought Firhan a new shoe, similar to mine. :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FANGYNu1yWI/Tv3EcB00D6I/AAAAAAAAAXY/3x_S-cbWBnE/s1600/IMG212.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FANGYNu1yWI/Tv3EcB00D6I/AAAAAAAAAXY/3x_S-cbWBnE/s320/IMG212.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BwMx7ool5oE/Tv3Ed19SEhI/AAAAAAAAAXg/HrIXFNosA_Y/s1600/IMG336.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BwMx7ool5oE/Tv3Ed19SEhI/AAAAAAAAAXg/HrIXFNosA_Y/s320/IMG336.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is adorable&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dRg2j8YamFs/Tv3Ef_Dx88I/AAAAAAAAAXo/YbpJUUgZtz8/s1600/tumblr_lrc7zzLWOP1qdr0s2o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dRg2j8YamFs/Tv3Ef_Dx88I/AAAAAAAAAXo/YbpJUUgZtz8/s320/tumblr_lrc7zzLWOP1qdr0s2o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want this!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want a knitted sweater or any long sleeve shirts that is knitted! Someone, PLEASE??!! Saw one that captured my eye at Topshop, Marina Square. And it was on sale, $49! But still, quite costly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't an effective day for our group project meeting because the things we are supposed to do wasn't with us. Eventually we did our Comm Skill projects instead. After that Chloe and I headed to Tampines(as usual) to have our lunch because both of us were&amp;nbsp;lavish and Chloe heard my stomach growled. We were like gluttons today because firstly, we went to BBQ Chicken. We shared a meal of Baked Chicken Fussilli and a plate of cheese fries. Chloe didn't finish her food (as usual) but it was because the pasta is in tomato base which she doesn't like so it went in my stomach instead. Halfway eating, we realized there's mosquitoes around our table, ONLY. It bit me a on my legs and temple.I made a fool of myself trying to kill at least one of it which I thought I did! I kept scratching after that and it got contagious for Chloe. When we left, she started to scratch at her love handles like an orang utan. Haha. Straight after that we went to Swensen's to have our dessert, ONLY because we hate their service but we can't resist their ice-cream! I had my usual chocolate peanut buttercup with diced almonds and Chloe had rocky road with wafer. Aren't we like glutton? I'm sure we are! It was awesome but I have been on cheat days too often already because just yesterday we had&amp;nbsp;Häagen Dazs&amp;nbsp;ice-cream at Suntec. Sigh. They are just too&amp;nbsp;irresistible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have decided to save my money for something very important. I think I should keep my money to do my surgery. Cos it's killing me and I feel like breaking any time. I hope I can manage my spending. Insya'allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadith of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sacred-texts.com/isl/bukhari/bh1/bh1_00.htm"&gt;I heard Allah's Apostle saying, "The reward of deeds depends upon the intentions and every person will get the reward according to what he has intended. So whoever emigrated for worldly benefits or for a woman to marry, his emigration was for what he emigrated for."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="r" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-overflow: ellipsis; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-1304488971144282996?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/1304488971144282996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=1304488971144282996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/1304488971144282996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/1304488971144282996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/12/guilty-pleasure.html' title='Guilty Pleasure'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ewtWZsMyF-w/Tv3EaRrND8I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dwo8UE9HC4Y/s72-c/IMG019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-8574018913523508004</id><published>2011-12-25T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T00:40:44.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VIIW58PuHs0/TvX8ict0AZI/AAAAAAAAAVs/iQRtLvmxFzE/s1600/IMG175.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VIIW58PuHs0/TvX8ict0AZI/AAAAAAAAAVs/iQRtLvmxFzE/s320/IMG175.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flower &amp;nbsp;from Vivocity&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlqROu6_I3s/TvX8mKtzDYI/AAAAAAAAAV0/SwMTgk3LOKY/s1600/IMG235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlqROu6_I3s/TvX8mKtzDYI/AAAAAAAAAV0/SwMTgk3LOKY/s320/IMG235.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nAPk0W-oYeQ/TvX8nl7PeLI/AAAAAAAAAV8/DySgEleljq0/s1600/IMG333.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nAPk0W-oYeQ/TvX8nl7PeLI/AAAAAAAAAV8/DySgEleljq0/s320/IMG333.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dax3rjPUdtc/TvX8pW2WPTI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Fng8IzxaipE/s1600/IMG336.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dax3rjPUdtc/TvX8pW2WPTI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Fng8IzxaipE/s320/IMG336.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lip Balm from Poh&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bBl4-J3Haic/TvX8qwQVf1I/AAAAAAAAAWM/GDrHHtmSEI0/s1600/IMG372.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bBl4-J3Haic/TvX8qwQVf1I/AAAAAAAAAWM/GDrHHtmSEI0/s320/IMG372.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Strawberry flavour&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FxpXzf6OeNM/TvX8sLq5SOI/AAAAAAAAAWU/eaPN3LLGi54/s1600/IMG393.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FxpXzf6OeNM/TvX8sLq5SOI/AAAAAAAAAWU/eaPN3LLGi54/s320/IMG393.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally my high-cut Converse shoe&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_SksjW5zie0/TvX86v3af0I/AAAAAAAAAWc/aS9Lku8tUTA/s1600/IMG_0880+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_SksjW5zie0/TvX86v3af0I/AAAAAAAAAWc/aS9Lku8tUTA/s320/IMG_0880+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday's brunch&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vrw2rvuRkZQ/TvX9MzywldI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Vh82sfoNwOc/s1600/IMG_0889.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vrw2rvuRkZQ/TvX9MzywldI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Vh82sfoNwOc/s320/IMG_0889.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peace from us&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U5CyIp5K8hM/TvX9OUnqRnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/atQWebyRiH0/s1600/IMG_0890edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U5CyIp5K8hM/TvX9OUnqRnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/atQWebyRiH0/s320/IMG_0890edited.jpg" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our sibling-hood love, AWW!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HETBoABItW0/TvX9eizu48I/AAAAAAAAAW0/-ZeRUAj0nRg/s1600/IMG_0891.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HETBoABItW0/TvX9eizu48I/AAAAAAAAAW0/-ZeRUAj0nRg/s320/IMG_0891.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hehe. So cute!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KfoPJ3KKM5o/TvX9gUoz_HI/AAAAAAAAAW8/GU2KBWZu3E0/s1600/IMG_0894edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KfoPJ3KKM5o/TvX9gUoz_HI/AAAAAAAAAW8/GU2KBWZu3E0/s320/IMG_0894edited.jpg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went shopping to buy that bohemian hat&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bfn-LRL51VY/TvX9vyeWy0I/AAAAAAAAAXE/PVusgnGk5Lw/s1600/IMG_0898.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bfn-LRL51VY/TvX9vyeWy0I/AAAAAAAAAXE/PVusgnGk5Lw/s320/IMG_0898.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bleh look, I'm going to sleep&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadith of the day:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/HadithoftheDay"&gt;‎"The stronger your faith is in Allah; The harder it becomes for someone to break you..."&lt;/a&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/2066726270218453879-8574018913523508004?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/8574018913523508004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=8574018913523508004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/8574018913523508004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/8574018913523508004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-pictures.html' title='Just Pictures'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VIIW58PuHs0/TvX8ict0AZI/AAAAAAAAAVs/iQRtLvmxFzE/s72-c/IMG175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-4341921144286783342</id><published>2011-12-23T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T18:47:09.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supergirl</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XHVU7O_QOQw/TvRV0jUhjEI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/lpnE6xvtE2o/s1600/IMG_0882.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XHVU7O_QOQw/TvRV0jUhjEI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/lpnE6xvtE2o/s320/IMG_0882.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Messy hair; after movie &amp;amp;; shopping with siblings&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2zjIM-4nh_E/TvRWIOjNmCI/AAAAAAAAAVY/j8WH0mhrLmg/s1600/IMG_0886.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2zjIM-4nh_E/TvRWIOjNmCI/AAAAAAAAAVY/j8WH0mhrLmg/s320/IMG_0886.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Played around with my hair&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l5N9Y3bUF1g/TvRWQlIMg3I/AAAAAAAAAVg/sUsOseZqqFc/s1600/IMG_0887.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l5N9Y3bUF1g/TvRWQlIMg3I/AAAAAAAAAVg/sUsOseZqqFc/s320/IMG_0887.JPG" width="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not depressed, I'm just wondering where you have been&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to Superman by Joe Brooks. Was watching the whole of the season finale of X-Factor on Youtube, since I've missed a couple of the seasons already. Yesterday was awesome, went shopping with my brothers at Vivocity to buy their school bags and wallets. Before we left house, I decided to treat my whole family to Pizza, so I ordered and bought the Family deal promotion which cost $49.90. I ate only a slice because I already ahd 2 slices of pizza the day before during the advanced X'mas party with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after our brunch we went to Vans where they had this promotion of 1 bag + 1 shoe = $70. Since I need a shoe and Firdaus need a bag, so we decided to check it out. To our dismay, they only had selected items and it's not to our taste. We left and accompanied Firman to buy his wallet from Zinc then went to Converse to buy their bags. Since we're there, I was kinda excited because I have always wanted to buy the black and white high cut shoe (see my wishlist). I asked the retailer but unfortunately they ran out of stock for that colour. Then we went all the way back to Compass Point just to find my shoe. Thankfully they have it but it's &amp;nbsp;size 7. 1 size bigger. :/ I had no choice but to buy it cos I've been waiting all these years, saving my money to buy that shoe! So finally I've got one for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed back to Yishun at Northpoint to meet my sister. Yes, Camellia. Don't be surprised. We planned to watch Ghost Protocol: Mission Impossible. But before that we were quite lavish so we went to BBQ chicken to have our dinner, a super quick one cos we had to rush to watch our movie at 8.30pm. The dinner was on me since my sister treat us to the movie. Once we arrived the cinema, we bought the family deal of 2 large popcorns and 4 large drinks = $18. We shared and I accidentally spilled half of the remaining popcorn halfway thru' the movie. #embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I spent really A LOT in just 1 day. But it's okay, ONCE IN AWHILE :) And oh, I'm very happy that Hwee Cheng like the gift. She was my santa baby anyway. Forget to take a picture of it, but I gave her 2 items. 1 of it is tis huge heart shape box filled with aromatic flowers from pears and rose and then I dumped in some hello kitty stuffs which I've been keeping for years (it's still in a very good condition though) with some key chains, beads, paper-made stars and straw-made heart shape. The 2nd item was the one that I had to rush to buy on that day itself, it's a hello kitty face mask which I bought from Watsons. She loves Hello Kitty anyway, that's why. Spent more than what is required, but that's okay. I'm a happy girl, so whoever is lucky, I might just spend my money for them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now, I'm so worried for projects yet I'm just lying on my bed, slacking.... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May peace be upon you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-4341921144286783342?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/4341921144286783342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=4341921144286783342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/4341921144286783342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/4341921144286783342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/12/supergirl.html' title='Supergirl'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XHVU7O_QOQw/TvRV0jUhjEI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/lpnE6xvtE2o/s72-c/IMG_0882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-5581606110447369991</id><published>2011-12-18T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T00:02:38.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscence</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-noCsJNgr_oI/Tu32RqO9ObI/AAAAAAAAAUs/2lN3BaOMlNA/s1600/66693_10150295704945370_838195369_15282292_3261095_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: red; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="467" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-noCsJNgr_oI/Tu32RqO9ObI/AAAAAAAAAUs/2lN3BaOMlNA/s640/66693_10150295704945370_838195369_15282292_3261095_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SECONDARY 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm in the 2nd, 6th person on the left)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hY4HHSWT5jU/Tu3204o6kEI/AAAAAAAAAVE/lG9UMYblbJ8/s1600/Formal+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="464" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hY4HHSWT5jU/Tu3204o6kEI/AAAAAAAAAVE/lG9UMYblbJ8/s640/Formal+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SECONDARY 4&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;/b&gt;I'm in the 2nd row, 5th person on the right)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="490" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xI1DnhPpJ7c/Tu32v2NQNmI/AAAAAAAAAU8/WmK832Epnj4/s640/69042_10150295703760370_838195369_15282267_3926376_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SECONDARY 5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm in the 2nd row, 2nd person on the left)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ocREFUIVbm0/Tu32uAU1nXI/AAAAAAAAAU0/eDLSmTmiks8/s1600/40672_10150252106050370_838195369_14241094_7407470_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ocREFUIVbm0/Tu32uAU1nXI/AAAAAAAAAU0/eDLSmTmiks8/s320/40672_10150252106050370_838195369_14241094_7407470_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Afhlul in NPCC Uni and Me in Band Uni&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;May peace be upon you. I'm sorry if I suddenly spammed my old secondary photos. I had a conversation with my old mate who sat beside me in 2010. And he is Afhlul!! It's the guy in his NPCC uniform standing beside me. (just above this) Well, initially wanted to talk to him on Mubin's phone on Friday (bowling day), but I think it wasn't fated because the line kept cutting off. Afhlul came online and chat with me. He totally made my day. This was part of our convo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Afhlul: I was like thinking about you. And the friends you get will be damn lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Me: Lols. Why would they be so lucky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Afhlul: I don't know how to say. But you're like the MUST HAVE friend type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Then I told him how he made my day and how I felt too and he continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Afhlul: How I wish I was in the same class with you since Sec 1. I'm sure we will be damn close!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How can I not go "Aww!!!" so many times! Oh my. This boy sure does miss me. Haha. He did anyway. He was the one who always disturbed me in class. He's the chairperson anyway. Always the shy guy in front of a crowd but a devil when it comes to disturbing people. Just kidding! But really, I miss him! And I miss everyone! I always have this dream where we all go back to our classroom, but not in our school uniform &amp;nbsp;of cos and we're all seating in our original seats talking about how we are doing and all. OMG!! It will be so much fun! Sigh, how I wish it happen. Well, not everyone is that excited when it comes to reminiscence. Because some have chose to hold more bad memories than the joyful ones. It's okay. Whatever it is, it's etched in my mind and I will keep dreaming about it. Anyway can you see the differences in my look? I'm not sure whether I've actually lost or gain weight. Haha. But you should see my Sec 1 and 2 photos. I look damn skinny where my neck bone is like literally&amp;nbsp;protruding&amp;nbsp;out. I don't have it in my laptop though. That's it for today.&amp;nbsp;(I'm coughing terribly right now after stuffing 2 squares of &amp;nbsp;Cadbury black forest chocolate in my mouth because I was depressed for a minute).&amp;nbsp;Need to go to school tomorrow for my Bguides thingy for freshies next year. Can't wait to see how these wannabes will be. Hehe. Good night all.&amp;nbsp;❤&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hadith of the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/search/hadith"&gt;Allah says: “Take one step towards me, I will take ten steps toward you. Walk toward me, I will run toward you.” -Hadith Qudsi #Allah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-5581606110447369991?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/5581606110447369991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=5581606110447369991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/5581606110447369991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/5581606110447369991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/12/reminiscence.html' title='Reminiscence'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-noCsJNgr_oI/Tu32RqO9ObI/AAAAAAAAAUs/2lN3BaOMlNA/s72-c/66693_10150295704945370_838195369_15282292_3261095_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-889512760470391575</id><published>2011-12-18T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T00:24:02.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut Amirah</title><content type='html'>And look when it shines during daytime and falls at night and look at night time when it's being obscured, turning into daylight. And look at the sky and planet earth created by Allah and look at the soul accomplishing it who then pave the way for God-fearing and evil ways. Verily, it's a triumph for those who managed to cleanse it from all sins. And truly, those who pollute it will be losers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-889512760470391575?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/889512760470391575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=889512760470391575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/889512760470391575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/889512760470391575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/12/cut-amirah.html' title='Cut Amirah'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-5129650619397758429</id><published>2011-12-17T19:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T19:36:31.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind the Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OmH39v6wsT8/TuxpJ9BF3hI/AAAAAAAAAUM/fNlYgET7DnU/s1600/Image1338.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OmH39v6wsT8/TuxpJ9BF3hI/AAAAAAAAAUM/fNlYgET7DnU/s320/Image1338.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday's picture&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jWmZ78rq_nU/TuxpK4Cy_PI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ZX7tg3kujRw/s1600/Image1340.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jWmZ78rq_nU/TuxpK4Cy_PI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ZX7tg3kujRw/s320/Image1340.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;After workout, fatigue face!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum (Peace be upon you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just had my 30 minutes workout variations with Bodyrock.tv. I feel totally great yet exhausted. Kinda feel a lil giddy, but it's okay, I'm ALIIIIIVE!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today news was so hectic about the SMRT as well as the incident of an injured man at Seng Kang MRT station. Super chaotic. I'm not gonna blabber about that cos there's something else that is more hectic which directly affected me and my school mates.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, today TP students had to make their preferences for CDS next year. Of coure, being a typical Singaporean, a very kiasi one, I woke up at 9.40am just to get ready to be one of the first to submit my choices. The CDS selections starts at 10am and it is through the online student portal. We will get our CDS based on first come first serve. So of course, I was damn kiasi and wanted to really get the choice of my CDS. I even viewed the&amp;nbsp;synopses&amp;nbsp;yesterday night and typed it down in my notepad so that the next day I can just copy and paste. But then, guess what. I woke up so early and wasted 45 minutes after the selection starts. The problem was that it was lagging. Literally, LAGGING like.... Because there's thousand of students entering the portal at the same time to make their choices as well. What can I say, typical Singaporean, just like ME! I was kinda pissed off because those who went online later than me managed to submit their preferences first. I heaved a sigh here and there in twitter and thankfully one saviour came to my rescue to help me submit. It was Amanda. Yes, you must be wondering who she is cos I &amp;nbsp;have NEVER mention about her before. She's my vice-chairperson. A very pretty and slim lady who loves to tickle me. Thanks to her, my preferences was finally submitted at like 10.45am. This is what I chose:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Transnational Studies (TNS) &amp;nbsp;(Vacation CDS)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Music: Expression &amp;amp; Application&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Freehand Drawing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Introduction to OTC Medication&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Human Health &amp;amp; Disease&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;20th Century Fashion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really really really hope I can get in the TNS because we can sleepover at Temasek Green with our group mates. It's like camping, AND I MISS CAMPING. The last time I had one was during 2010's Band Camp. Of cos other than that, it's more about learning all the different culture. Guess what, a lot of my classmates put that as their choices. So if we all get in, then it will SO MUCH FUN!&amp;nbsp;I also chose some APS subjects cos I miss Science. I used to hate Science in Primary school but once I stepped into Bartley, I suddenly devote my love towards the subject. It must be because of Mr Sng. Hahah. I wonder when I will visit Bartley again. Hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, I want to show how cute my new scheduler is. It's the one in orange with a white house at the background. Behind that scheduler is my new diary. I love the cover. It's so beautiful!! And those stickers..well not sure whether I'm gonna use it but &amp;nbsp;I bought just for the sake of having cute stuffs just like my scheduler. I was in a happy mood to shop. I bought these items yesterday before I went out for bowling. Bought at Northpoint at some open sale shop. And all of it cost $16. (Oops!) Initially I saw it with Chloe after our Macroecons paper and wanted to buy it but we were broke. Being all excited, I eventually bought it! I'm a happy girl. Haha. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6OtNWzj54hw/TuxtyvoyIWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/T6MoQYIEZck/s1600/IMG_0878.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6OtNWzj54hw/TuxtyvoyIWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/T6MoQYIEZck/s320/IMG_0878.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, this is the finished drawing of the skyscraper. Took only about 30 mins to finish up the rest and another 15 mins to redraw in marker. I was running out of ink and had to dig out my sister's marker in her drawer. Thank god she has it. Sshh, don't mention it to her okay? Hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AQSvoPgOl00/TuxuI3fCT-I/AAAAAAAAAUk/wGGx8t7NRYw/s1600/IMG_0882.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AQSvoPgOl00/TuxuI3fCT-I/AAAAAAAAAUk/wGGx8t7NRYw/s320/IMG_0882.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That's all for today. Assalamualaikum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hadith of the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 21px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/FightUsury"&gt;Ya Muhsi - Recite 20 times daily &amp;amp; blow it on 20 pieces of bread &amp;amp; consume it, Allah will make the entire creation subservient to you&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-5129650619397758429?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/5129650619397758429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=5129650619397758429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/5129650619397758429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/5129650619397758429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/12/behind-face.html' title='Behind the Face'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OmH39v6wsT8/TuxpJ9BF3hI/AAAAAAAAAUM/fNlYgET7DnU/s72-c/Image1338.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-341775685392265558</id><published>2011-12-15T19:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T19:55:45.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lHHI5kjYA3E/TunYFhyMPGI/AAAAAAAAAUE/shBLpgBIbas/s1600/Image1314a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lHHI5kjYA3E/TunYFhyMPGI/AAAAAAAAAUE/shBLpgBIbas/s320/Image1314a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I feel that not being in a relationship helps me a lot in terms of emotions. I have cried lesser, and my heart doesn't hurt any more. I wonder if I can ever not fall in love. Can I choose to just &lt;i&gt;like &lt;/i&gt;and not &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;close friends &lt;/i&gt;but not lovers? Can I be the one who &lt;i&gt;care&lt;/i&gt; for you and not be the one that &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; you badly? I always ponder if it will ever work out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On the contrary, I really have no idea why, but I just want to get married faster. I want to have my own family and have kids around me. Maybe, I want to get out from what they call "freedom". (which wasn't enough for me) Just maybe, maybe because I envy some of my friends who has been in a very long relationship.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But, I'm just too young for all of these. Noruls has always, let me repeat, ALWAYS talking about me getting married. I got excited whenever she says that. But, I can't and I'm afraid of falling in love again. I'm afraid that I could not fit myself to the person that I'm fated with. I'M JUST AFRAID. I'm so sick of having the ache in my heart and that I don't know if I can accept anyone else. Maybe, he's just my eye candy (whoever he is).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So in conclusion, I shall not be searching for &lt;i&gt;the one. &lt;/i&gt;Instead I should just focus on my studies and family and of cos, my lovely peepos. For now, what I want is to be able to see my future. That's it. I shall not ask for more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Will post more if I got time, Insya'allah. May peace be upon you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-341775685392265558?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/341775685392265558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=341775685392265558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/341775685392265558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/341775685392265558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/12/one.html' title='The One'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lHHI5kjYA3E/TunYFhyMPGI/AAAAAAAAAUE/shBLpgBIbas/s72-c/Image1314a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-8100968478677988900</id><published>2011-12-15T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T19:20:06.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is my Need</title><content type='html'>I'm on holidays now. Yeeha! But..it's just for 2 weeks. There's so many things to do. I'm not a robot you know. Anyway, since it's holiday, I'm getting back doing my workouts. I have to keep doing them during my free time or else my muffin top just keep coming back. Thankfully, I didn't gain much weight after school re-open. Just a small pound. Oops! I just can't stop eating whenever I'm depressed! I need food to make me think and keep studying and give me the energy! (not like as if I will be a hardcore studious girl if I eat non-stop) Well, mid-semester test are like over for now, I have been occupying my free time doing my art. My visual journal is killing me although I love to draw. It's just very, very tedious because I keep on thinking that my drawing must be very different from others, must&amp;nbsp;out-stand&amp;nbsp;from the rest I always want my drawings to be perfect because I know I have a lot of competition within my Art mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway apart from all that, I feel quite delighted these days except for one thing that spoils my mood every now and then (at home). In school, everything seems to be getting better. This semester is so wonderful. It's like it's almost perfect for me like in any other high school. Of cos there were one or two hiccups, but after all I think it's mistakes that we need to learn from. I know I'm being very vague right now but who cares, no one will want to read my blog anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna mention about what exactly happened at home that made me so furious even until now. I wonder if I will ever gonna be like &amp;nbsp;my sister, who doesn't bother about anyone else at home besides than my brothers. Sigh..Forget about it. I'm suppose to be happy. And I want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. I will be creating another post right after this cos it's a totally new topic. Adios for now.&lt;br /&gt;(How I miss reading hadiths, here it is:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadith of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quranenglish.com/hadith/Sahih_Bukhari/087.htm"&gt;I heard Allah's Apostle saying, "Nothing is left of the prophetism except Al-Mubashshirat." They asked, "What are Al-Mubashshirat?" He replied, "The true good dreams (that conveys glad tidings)."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-8100968478677988900?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/8100968478677988900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=8100968478677988900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/8100968478677988900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/8100968478677988900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/12/happiness-is-my-need.html' title='Happiness is my Need'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-4870777976862322449</id><published>2011-11-23T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T01:24:37.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical</title><content type='html'>Let's skip all the "godknowshowlongihaveblog" introduction.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;Currently, it's 1am right now and yes I am still awake. Don't ask me why.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been VERY VERY busy. No time to pause, to think, to write a blog, to whatever that I usually do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just feel like posting today because I feel quite happy. (Ignoring how my morning start)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, yesterday (Mon) was a very horrible day for me. I totally put on a long face throughout the day. Kay, I don't want to be seen as blaming other people, but..hmm..well..it's my fault okay! Just because of my stupid prepaid card that I haven't top up yet! I decided to e-mail all 4 of my group mates the night before to hold a meeting on Monday at 12.30pm outside library. I mentioned specifically in the email that whoever receives the email could do me a favour to send a text to all the other group members in case they didn't manage to read the &amp;nbsp;email. Well, one of them did read my email and even replied. So I was like, okay, good, meeting's tomorrow. When I arrived there, well practically it's my fault already because I was 5-7 minutes late, so I sat there waiting. Thinking that they might be a little later. Upon waiting I received a message. Some said they didn't check their email, some just ask me where was I. The most irritating part is that I CAN'T REPLY and I CAN'T FIND ANYONE I KNOW to lend me a text. Waited for half an hour. Anyway we didn't had any class in the morning. Our class starts only at 2. So yeah, you can guess how long I waited. But, don't judge me so wrongly, cause I am not that patient. I was freaking piss off. Flaming. But I tried to control myself thinking that it WAS REALLY MY FAULT FOR NOT CALLING THEM. Why didn't I even use my house phone to call them?! Hwee Cheng and Suzann saw my tears and somehow consoled me. I calm myself down and went to the library to watch a movie by myself. Well, no one know where I was, of cos. Then when class start, I was so furious at myself that I didn't even talk to anyone. I felt very sorry for them, especially Chloe, Hids and Vanessa. Sorry guys. thousand and thousand of apologies. I'm not sure how to control my ego. I guess I need help. I guess I need some consultation or something. But I am too afraid to seek help. Cos I have never get helped for such problems before. Is this some kind inherent that I got from my dad? Help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that's Monday. Monday blues after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then came Tuesday morning where I was suppose to wake up at 6.45am to go for a test which starts at 9am. I AM SUPPOSE TO WAKE UP THAT EARLY BECAUSE OF THE BUS PACK AND TRAFFIC JAMS. #Forever. I set 3 alarm clock the night before and guess what, obviously I woke up late. I auto wake up at 8.20am. The thing is that none of my alarm rang! What's wrong?! Oh, not forgetting, after I had my quick bath, I went to take my bag from my room and before I dashed out, my sister also suddenly auto pilot wake up and hastily rush to take her toiletries. She was late for her work. OMG! What happened in our room??? Thankfully, after I ran towards the main road, a cab headed down. Took it, thinking that I will be very early! BUT I was 3 minutes late. Because there's 3 jams in the traffic. SLE, TPE and, AYE. And I was from SLE and TPE. So yeah, it was like lucky for the moment but not so lucky.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The paper was okay, manageable. Then after the paper, there were a lot of laughters around. It's very nice to laugh. Made you feel very very healthy. I kept LMAO about some jokes created by some of my friends and even my tutor! So hilarious! Even when I reach home, my brothers made me laugh so much. Especially Firhan. He's learning some of my workouts!!! But in a cuter version. Haha. Okay, that's it for today. Good Night everyone. And oh, tomorrow I start school at 4 and end at 6. How good is that? Hehehs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-4870777976862322449?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/4870777976862322449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=4870777976862322449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/4870777976862322449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/4870777976862322449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/11/magical.html' title='Magical'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-5536304700077175325</id><published>2011-11-07T01:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T01:31:14.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All In One</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum! (Peace be upon you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently back, maybe only for today. Guess the urge of writing appears out of a sudden. Anyway, there's a whole bunch of stories to share. Sadly, I can't say everything out here, well I can, but I can't write whatever that had happened for the past 1 month in one post right? This pretty much shows that everyday consist of a story, no matter how beautiful or not it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will just say whatever that I want to say for now okay? Currently, I AM REALLY REALLY BUSY WITH SCHOOL. I don't want to complain so much cos it's really BAD! I'm trying to get rid of having that habit. Not sure where I got it at first also. Anyway, yeah, my semester 2 is really tough cos the schedule is very tight EVERYDAY, end at 6/7 4 times a week due to CDS. Well, for those who don't know what CDS is, it's Cross Disciplinary Subject which every Polytechinc has(just that they have different names for it). It's where you take extra subjects. So I got Japanese Language and Art. It's a YEAH for me cos that's one of my first 3 choices. :)&lt;br /&gt;BUT! It's kinda stressful, just adapting to it. Am currently waiting for FYZO to finish his O levels. FYZO!!! If you are reading this, I NEED YOUR HELP IN ART!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's enough for school. Well, recently, Noruls met up with me on Friday, with her group mates to do an interview for her project. It was nice to meet her friends. They are all VERY VERY VERY friendly and nice. :) At the end of the video and project, one of Noruls friend gave me an advise on how I can managed my stress. She mentioned a lot of points which I've heard before, but the way she elaborate it was very meaningful. It actually made me realize how important for me not to get too depress. I mentioned that I do have some peer pressures, and she gave me solutions which I feel very beneficial. THANKS A MILLION! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NEXT DAY, Saturday, I met up with Noruls at her workplace cos we were going to a warehouse at Taiseng where they have sales of Lee Cooper and Converse items, from shoes to bags to clothes and jeans. Initially, I planned to buy the high cut black converse shoe that I always see in the retail store itself in a shopping mall, but unfortunately, I didn't bring back any shoe cos they don't have it in the sale. However, Noruls remembered that I wanted a backpack for school. Thank Goodness they sell bags! So we went over to the other end and I saw this black plain backpack. What else! I straight away grab them. Anyway all the items there costed from $10-$50!! BUT I HAVE TO TELL YOU! IT'S BIZZARE IN THERE! You really really have to act like a typical Singaporean, like a kiasi, in there. Everyone is pushing each other to get their own stuffs before it ran out of stocks. There's barely any clear space that you can walk. No slow walking to get the view of the items you want to buy. No place to try the shoes on, and when you're trying them while standing, people who walked passed you just bang on to you and you fall. It was really terrible. But what can you expect?! IT'S A WAREHOUSE! Putting all that aside I'm elated that I have a new backpack to school and I don't need to be embarrassed any more hiding the hole in my leather bag. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! I have been reading this book called 'Remember Me?' by Sophie Kinsella. Her book is really amazing. I'm finishing it already. Can't wait to borrow another one of her books. That's all for today. Thousand apology for writing A LOT!! But that's just me. Good night everyone! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quote for me to remember: I shouldn't need to find, cos fate is in the hands of Allah. Stop trying if there's nothing working. You will have what you want in the nearing future. Insya'allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/HadithoftheDay"&gt;Q1: What is hell?A. Allah Almighty has created a dreadful place for the chastisement and punishment of infidels, disbelievers and sinners which is called "Jahannam" (hell). It has seventy thousand dangerous and horrendous valleys with each valley having seventy thousand similar horrid dells and pits. These valleys, dells and pits are infested with innumerable frightful scorpions,&amp;nbsp;serpents and dragons.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-5536304700077175325?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/5536304700077175325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=5536304700077175325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/5536304700077175325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/5536304700077175325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/11/all-in-one.html' title='All In One'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-8360400054363620852</id><published>2011-10-23T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T21:46:37.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures speaks a thousand words</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jIbRC9Wdz5o/TqQQq1kMIVI/AAAAAAAAASc/1VGszX6hkWQ/s1600/IMG416.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jIbRC9Wdz5o/TqQQq1kMIVI/AAAAAAAAASc/1VGszX6hkWQ/s320/IMG416.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spooktacular dry run&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g59H3xE3694/TqQQv47l_SI/AAAAAAAAASk/f_pWa4LPd34/s1600/IMG430_editga.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g59H3xE3694/TqQQv47l_SI/AAAAAAAAASk/f_pWa4LPd34/s320/IMG430_editga.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Result of spooky look(most horrible one)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U7hJd03gM90/TqQM7DL8lHI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/8fjvEua140w/s1600/IMG_0874.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U7hJd03gM90/TqQM7DL8lHI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/8fjvEua140w/s320/IMG_0874.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Very vintage dress.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V6neJHnZ8Zo/TqQM8XMSdQI/AAAAAAAAARE/ClkfubCDDrw/s1600/IMG_0876.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V6neJHnZ8Zo/TqQM8XMSdQI/AAAAAAAAARE/ClkfubCDDrw/s320/IMG_0876.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting ready for Spooktacular Day 1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aqhjw1SGP1g/TqQM9IPjGQI/AAAAAAAAARM/qi22sTeHCIE/s1600/IMG_0881.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aqhjw1SGP1g/TqQM9IPjGQI/AAAAAAAAARM/qi22sTeHCIE/s320/IMG_0881.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that day was when Firhan turned 2 years old&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aQcBhBZ_hTc/TqQM-RIAnBI/AAAAAAAAARU/2-kcKeY5O20/s1600/IMG_0883.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aQcBhBZ_hTc/TqQM-RIAnBI/AAAAAAAAARU/2-kcKeY5O20/s320/IMG_0883.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_pu7vtvoADQ/TqQNAIf-3CI/AAAAAAAAARc/-uLgkzQWPK8/s1600/IMG_0895.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_pu7vtvoADQ/TqQNAIf-3CI/AAAAAAAAARc/-uLgkzQWPK8/s320/IMG_0895.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we arrived at the tent&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vd5-t2pgDPA/TqQNAyBGYeI/AAAAAAAAARk/IJ0vL-P6aZ8/s1600/IMG_0930.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vd5-t2pgDPA/TqQNAyBGYeI/AAAAAAAAARk/IJ0vL-P6aZ8/s320/IMG_0930.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this was the result&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9VxtpAfFVfU/TqQNCrFQ4SI/AAAAAAAAARs/ti2S_B6EhL8/s1600/IMG_0932.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9VxtpAfFVfU/TqQNCrFQ4SI/AAAAAAAAARs/ti2S_B6EhL8/s320/IMG_0932.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spooktacular day 2, when Hwee Cheng wasn't there (before make up)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dy_mQyzL9SI/TqQNNAqs5VI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ZRr1ZEuT7ok/s1600/IMG_0945.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dy_mQyzL9SI/TqQNNAqs5VI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ZRr1ZEuT7ok/s320/IMG_0945.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally all of us are together at Rumah Gila (after make up)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lZmAb0Nn6ng/TqQNXClHm6I/AAAAAAAAAR8/3oIagaii46k/s1600/IMG_0952.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lZmAb0Nn6ng/TqQNXClHm6I/AAAAAAAAAR8/3oIagaii46k/s320/IMG_0952.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the 2nd day look&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cGhyw6JpA7I/TqQNgddFsCI/AAAAAAAAASE/3qXAIbeK18Q/s1600/IMG_0953.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cGhyw6JpA7I/TqQNgddFsCI/AAAAAAAAASE/3qXAIbeK18Q/s320/IMG_0953.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I met new friends. This is Nur Hidyah, :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mKQt1siLT4Y/TqQNwJhOtvI/AAAAAAAAASM/2Dpc-dwgR9s/s1600/IMG_0956.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mKQt1siLT4Y/TqQNwJhOtvI/AAAAAAAAASM/2Dpc-dwgR9s/s320/IMG_0956.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is Nikki :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rC7YKmV2omk/TqQN3HMAIyI/AAAAAAAAASU/liKS0Ypowh0/s1600/IMG_0965.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rC7YKmV2omk/TqQN3HMAIyI/AAAAAAAAASU/liKS0Ypowh0/s320/IMG_0965.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the scene,&amp;nbsp;mannequin area&amp;nbsp;at Rumah Gila with Chloe&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I'm really lazy to blog, here are just pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadith of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quranexplorer.com/quran/"&gt;Let not the believers take disbelievers for their friends in preference to believers.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-8360400054363620852?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/8360400054363620852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=8360400054363620852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/8360400054363620852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/8360400054363620852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/10/pictures-speaks-thousand-words.html' title='Pictures speaks a thousand words'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jIbRC9Wdz5o/TqQQq1kMIVI/AAAAAAAAASc/1VGszX6hkWQ/s72-c/IMG416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-8952557922708117177</id><published>2011-10-21T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T00:01:30.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aftermath of Life</title><content type='html'>I skipped a lot of day, blogging, cos I just don't feel like doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm feeling stress up lately. Can see it from what I've been eating. My diets are running off the track!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mama had a long talk with me in the morning after I had my shower. Well, basically all about family problems. She reminded me three things, and it's I need to remember them until I grow up into a real adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Must always remember not to let guys take advantage of you, cos most men look down on women!&lt;br /&gt;2) Study really hard, get over with Poly, study till you get into University, get a good job to enjoy what you don't get now, so that men will NEVER take advantage of you because YOU have the status!&lt;br /&gt;3) After you get a good and stable job, remember to give a lending hand to those needy ones. It is important and really essential for you to do so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rings in my head now, as I vividly remember how she phrased it. With all the evidences she supported, I believe all of them are true. With the experience she face, even until now, it is true! I couldn't help myself but tear in front of her eyes, though I tried to hold back all those misery and&amp;nbsp;disappointment. I failed. I made Mama even more upset. I apologise for my wrong doings and all the littlest things that I made to upset you. I will hold our words, that's the only thing that I can promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt several things about the aftermath in Islam as well. I don't want to mention it here cos it's really horrifying. I pray that Allah will open all of our heart and lead us to the right pathway. I pray that my love ones, my friends and family, will know what's right and what's wrong. Open up your heart and listen to the angel on your right. Stop all those vulgarities and sinless actions. I wish everyone the best in their life but don't forget Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May peace be upon you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadith of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/revivebyislam"&gt;❀ If man wants woman to be an angel then he should create heaven for her ❀&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-8952557922708117177?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/8952557922708117177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=8952557922708117177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/8952557922708117177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/8952557922708117177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/10/aftermath-of-life.html' title='The Aftermath of Life'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-5050530456497483133</id><published>2011-10-17T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T21:05:28.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can We All Slow Down Right Now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l1GyNCKbta4/TpwfEgmaKTI/AAAAAAAAAPc/e0LHpzZzG7Q/s1600/IMG657.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l1GyNCKbta4/TpwfEgmaKTI/AAAAAAAAAPc/e0LHpzZzG7Q/s320/IMG657.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a29KU_Emcd0/TpwfC2IqKxI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Om7tYx3ABxg/s1600/IMG650.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a29KU_Emcd0/TpwfC2IqKxI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Om7tYx3ABxg/s320/IMG650.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally I can fit into this shirt that Chloe gave me for my birthday :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4SLkuOt9H3o/TpwfF07UJqI/AAAAAAAAAPk/vwgRzQVcHKI/s1600/IMG683.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4SLkuOt9H3o/TpwfF07UJqI/AAAAAAAAAPk/vwgRzQVcHKI/s320/IMG683.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Very adorable shirt. Hehs. I like :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XuaAxqIFbzw/TpwfSwpBd6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/TQ3F0zcdzjg/s1600/Image1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XuaAxqIFbzw/TpwfSwpBd6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/TQ3F0zcdzjg/s320/Image1280.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remembered this shirt was super tight a few months ago&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uqpOtizCAi0/TpwfG6KxjTI/AAAAAAAAAPs/rAozTMnIE2Y/s1600/IMG802.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uqpOtizCAi0/TpwfG6KxjTI/AAAAAAAAAPs/rAozTMnIE2Y/s320/IMG802.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2XUr-R2tzAY/TpwfSPSsnLI/AAAAAAAAAQU/G0bW-UDvvEw/s1600/Image1276.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2XUr-R2tzAY/TpwfSPSsnLI/AAAAAAAAAQU/G0bW-UDvvEw/s320/Image1276.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XhKxXKFd34g/TpwfRAkz04I/AAAAAAAAAQE/tu2RdryY-7A/s1600/Image1272.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XhKxXKFd34g/TpwfRAkz04I/AAAAAAAAAQE/tu2RdryY-7A/s320/Image1272.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look like Namira Andi Johan here. Hehs.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_SVZ5nrTd6o/TpwfRjVpzOI/AAAAAAAAAQM/6K501_xwbf4/s1600/Image1273.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_SVZ5nrTd6o/TpwfRjVpzOI/AAAAAAAAAQM/6K501_xwbf4/s320/Image1273.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;See my watch! YEAH!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5kQ6ep88el8/TpwfTNsKxvI/AAAAAAAAAQk/rSwBsZB8hpw/s1600/Image1282.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5kQ6ep88el8/TpwfTNsKxvI/AAAAAAAAAQk/rSwBsZB8hpw/s320/Image1282.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS9vMTJD9FU/TpwfTliWIsI/AAAAAAAAAQs/cxYnN3bOeWQ/s1600/Image1293.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS9vMTJD9FU/TpwfTliWIsI/AAAAAAAAAQs/cxYnN3bOeWQ/s320/Image1293.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gkPq46iqnM4/TpwfUYOvcaI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ZH0A8fyYXrM/s1600/Image1295.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gkPq46iqnM4/TpwfUYOvcaI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ZH0A8fyYXrM/s320/Image1295.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PjegcwExhHg/TpwfJ-xBHOI/AAAAAAAAAP8/UZjy-TjrCuc/s1600/img_5344.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PjegcwExhHg/TpwfJ-xBHOI/AAAAAAAAAP8/UZjy-TjrCuc/s320/img_5344.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me in the Deadly Lesson. Can't see my face!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s2kmIuSokoU/TpwfJS7AfKI/AAAAAAAAAP0/N3zA6Y0DVaQ/s1600/IMG815.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s2kmIuSokoU/TpwfJS7AfKI/AAAAAAAAAP0/N3zA6Y0DVaQ/s320/IMG815.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Small gift from Zhi Hao after his return from HK. Thanks ZH!! :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I cried myself to sleep yesterday, relieving those depression which suddenly flooded my mind. But I'm okay now. See me as a girl who love to smile and laugh. You can see from those photos. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today I went to school, alone :(, to apply for my bursary. The weather at Tampines was blistering hot! Thank god I wore white but my jeans made my legs suffocated. Went all around TP to get help for the application cos I could not open the link from the e-mail they've sent. Finally managed to find my way out and thank god this kind man in the SWCC office gave me the form, sincerely (I hope). I was out of thirst cos I drank only a sip of water in the morning. Before I went to Century Square, I had to rushed to Chloe's house to get back my clothes and show her the shirt I was wearing. I'm very delighted because I can finally wear it! Yeah, my fat was bulging out the other time when I wore it and it make the whole shirt ugly because I was totally out of the cut! I would say the shirt is like an XS or an S size. Pretty small. The reason I'm quite happy because if someone were to give you something, like an apparel and you don't wear it probably because you can't fit in, then it will be quite upsetting. So yeah, I made part of my goal and manage to fit it eventually. :D Oh yeah, forget to mention, I WALKED FROM SCHOOL TO CHLOE'S HOUSE IN THAT WEATHER, ALONE! Sweat like a mad girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then board the bus to go to CS (couldn't afford to walk any more cos I was totally dehydrated!) Bought for Firman this seaweed ring cracker from the interchange and bought Laurier pad for Mama from Cold Storage. She has been coughing terribly non-stop for a bout a month ++ and every time she cough she will somehow pee. It's uncontrollable. But alhamdullilah, Abah finally ACCOMPANIED her to the clinic nearby and she was prescribed with some medications. Insya'allah she will recover asap. At the same time, I bought a bottle of Vitamin drink (citrus), and oh! it was such a relieve! Took bus home and there's this petite ITE girl hit her head onto my shoulder when she was sleeping. Haha. You know how your head will move when you're asleep in the public transport, right? Let me tell you this, it was kind of hilarious to see not only the girl beside me sleeping like that but also about 3-4 people in the same bus doing the same thing. Hahahaha. K, I'm so evil. Well, it had happened to me before, an it was an embarrassing one!! Okay, that's it. I'm fatigue from my workout! Good night!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hadith of the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 21px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/DailyHadith"&gt;"Definitely actions are judged by their intentions." (Bukhari)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 21px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;ღSometimes, I wish I have an unexpected letter send to my house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 21px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;ღSometimes, all I want is to know that my friend will always be there for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 21px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;ღSometimes, I really wonder if there's such thing as fate&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/2066726270218453879-5050530456497483133?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/5050530456497483133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=5050530456497483133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/5050530456497483133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/5050530456497483133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/10/can-we-all-slow-down-right-now.html' title='Can We All Slow Down Right Now?'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l1GyNCKbta4/TpwfEgmaKTI/AAAAAAAAAPc/e0LHpzZzG7Q/s72-c/IMG657.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-3220968312974385777</id><published>2011-10-16T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T22:27:21.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lying on the couch just chillin in my snuggie</title><content type='html'>Apparently, I didn't do much today. Got my protein powder from TL, thank you very much!! Oh it taste exactly like Halal Food Boosters. Just as soon as I got home, ate my dinner and after mahgrib, I went to do my 150 cardio &amp;amp; 150 crunches workout. It is the greatest workout ever which gives the most positive outcome.&amp;nbsp;I manage to lose those extra calories which I gained during semester 1 due to stress. I hope I can maintain this weight cos it's really tough to lose weight yet easy to gain weight. And most of all, it;s kinda time consuming and it needs a lot of motivation, which I'm lacking of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been addicted to The Sims Social in FB nowadays because I'm practically bored at home. I barely do anything except for chores and workouts. It is totally not productive at all! Well, that's why I rather go to school. But sometimes we complain to much. When we're having our leisure time, we wished we're in school but when we're in school, stressing over school's projects and assignments, we wished to be at home. Well, that's human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going to school tomorrow to apply my bursary. Sad to say, I'm going alone. Then going to get my G-Shock watch that I ordered at Century Square. I've been going around S'pore to survey the prices, but this one, at CS is the cheapest. Then going to meet Chloe, probably at her house to retrieve my clothes back ever since chalet. I'm not sure if we should go out after that cos I'm currently broke after spending $$$ on my watch, but oh wells, it has been on my wishlist since last year! So stop brooding over it, Casebella!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for today. I'm gonna turn in now, hoping my sister won't reach any sooner. Let me be asleep first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadith of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/DailyHadith"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 21px; line-height: 27px;"&gt;"Do not long for meeting your enemy, and ask Allah for safety (from all sorts of evil)." (Bukhari)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-3220968312974385777?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/3220968312974385777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=3220968312974385777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/3220968312974385777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/3220968312974385777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/10/lying-on-couch-just-chillin-in-my.html' title='Lying on the couch just chillin in my snuggie'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-1825477312818307656</id><published>2011-10-13T20:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T20:58:23.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kicks The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nNdOFLEDgLU/TpbgEpwHSMI/AAAAAAAAAPE/aLIL4djTMPo/s1600/IMG_0877.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nNdOFLEDgLU/TpbgEpwHSMI/AAAAAAAAAPE/aLIL4djTMPo/s320/IMG_0877.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w6CydCRbtcg/TpbQJFVXKhI/AAAAAAAAAOs/8MEuadisQmU/s1600/IMG_0879.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w6CydCRbtcg/TpbQJFVXKhI/AAAAAAAAAOs/8MEuadisQmU/s320/IMG_0879.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Green apple, cucumber, cabbage, carrot&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vw1ZMHaHYco/TpbQVM-uCfI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0dmvepf5pDI/s1600/IMG_0880.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vw1ZMHaHYco/TpbQVM-uCfI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0dmvepf5pDI/s320/IMG_0880.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;Cherry tomatoes, onions, chicken fillet, dried prawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YGtj8nU0Bos/TpbQfC5KqLI/AAAAAAAAAO8/b_JTzGMrYEY/s1600/IMG_0881.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YGtj8nU0Bos/TpbQfC5KqLI/AAAAAAAAAO8/b_JTzGMrYEY/s320/IMG_0881.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finished product&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my day, waking up at 10.15am, had my shower and made my own breakfast, as usual. This time round, I really cook it. Ingredients are in the picture shown above. Very simple yet tasty &amp;amp; healthy!! In the last picture, if you notice there's a little bit of colouring, right? No worries, no colouring added, just the chilli flakes and black pepper to have a little bit of spiciness. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/4 &amp;nbsp;onion&lt;br /&gt;1 clove of garlic&lt;br /&gt;Chicken fillet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 green apple&lt;br /&gt;5 cm carrot&lt;br /&gt;3 cherry tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;1 baby cucumber&lt;br /&gt;4-6 dried prawns&lt;br /&gt;Cabbage&lt;br /&gt;Chilli flakes, black &amp;amp; white pepper, salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pour a tablespoon of vegetable oil in pan.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sauté&amp;nbsp;the onions and garlic(forget to include it in the picture) after the oil is heated up until the onions turn a little brown.&lt;br /&gt;3.Place the sliced fillet chicken, dried prawns and&amp;nbsp;cabbage into the pan. Stir for a minute until the dried prawn turn a little softer and the chicken turn white.&lt;br /&gt;4. Pour in all the other ingredients except the green apples. (This is to prevent the apple from being soggy, which will not be nice as the crunchiness and the sweetness will be gone)&lt;br /&gt;5. Add salt, black pepper, white pepper &amp;amp; chilli flakes (depending on your own&amp;nbsp;preference), and stir well.&lt;br /&gt;6. Finally, add in the apples, stir for awhile and serve. Best serve in hot. Can be eaten with rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serving: 1 pax&lt;br /&gt;*Girls serving: 1 fist&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Guys serving: 2 fists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments given:&lt;br /&gt;Firdaus: "I don't eat cucumber but this time round the flavour made the cucumber very tasty." When asked if it was really nice, he said: "Can't you see I keep on eating this non-stop?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it a try and let me know how it is. This breakfast helps you to kick your&amp;nbsp;metabolism&amp;nbsp;because of the fruits and vegetables in the dish. You have your required nutrients from them including the meat, in this case, the chicken. Just a warning, in order for you to enjoy this dish, DO YOUR WORKOUT FIRST! Enjoy and remember to have a healthy lifestyle :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadith of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/iloveallaah?sk=wall"&gt;Orang yang mencintai sesuatu takkan melewatkan sedetik pun waktunya untuk mengingat sesuatu itu. Termasuk ketika mencintai Allah subhana wa taala, maka pasti Allah akan menjadi sesuatu yang paling diingat... ❤Rasulullah salallaahu alaihi wasalam bersabda;"Perbanyaklah berdzikir kepada Allah, walaupun hingga mereka mengatakan bahwa kalian adalah orang gila."[HR. Ahmad 11226]Apalah artinya dianggap gila, bila ternyata kita sedang tergila-gila kepada Allah...SubhanAllah... ❤&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/2066726270218453879-1825477312818307656?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/1825477312818307656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=1825477312818307656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/1825477312818307656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/1825477312818307656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-kicks-day.html' title='What Kicks The Day'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nNdOFLEDgLU/TpbgEpwHSMI/AAAAAAAAAPE/aLIL4djTMPo/s72-c/IMG_0877.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-5187390922196649545</id><published>2011-10-11T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T21:42:05.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Light Sleeper!</title><content type='html'>My head, my eyes and my body feels loaded right not. Of course it was due to the difficulty in sleeping, as always. But yesterday was the worst one ever. The constant clicking form the mouse got me so furious and I ended up joining my brothers in the living room to have a peaceful sleep. I know I can actually alert my sister about it, but I just do not want to create chaos. BUT! When i got to the living room, fell asleep halfway, Abah went out coughing terribly and somehow asked me in a stern voice on why I'm sleeping outside. Of cos, I didn't want to tell him the truth cos I know he might scold my sister, so I lied, saying that I couldn't sleep in the room. He demanded me to go back to my room cos it's not nice to see a girl sleeping in the living room. SO I went in, thankfully by then, my sis was already on her bed preparing to fall asleep. BUT again, I only had about 1-2 hours left before I woke up for my Spooktacular training at 6.30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was another problem that got me so agitated. I asked my siblings yesterday, if anyone will be waking up at 6.30am the next day, and all of them said no. I had to confirm cos I do not want to have my shower time clashes with someone else's time. I set 3 different alarms for myself, 6.20, 6.30 and 6.35. When my 6.30 alarm rung, instead of me rushing to the toilet, it was my sister! She dashed across the room, hurriedly took her uniform and went in the toilet!!! Ya Allah! How can I not be so pissed????! Grr. But Alhamdullilah, I wasn't late to meet Chloe at Habourfront station @ 8.30am, in fact, we reached at the same timing! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went for the training located at the beach station (well the entrance for Spooktacular is FOC for those who participated in the event) Initially I was kinda nervous cos Chloe &amp;amp; Chris said that it was horrible especially the trainer. So when I stepped inside the room with the others, my first impression of the trainer was well, she look like a Philippino. And I thought she was quite nice. But halfway through, maybe because of her countenance, I feel that she have some split personality. Well, I know I can't judge, it's just my impression. We did a few rounds of games from fundamentals acting to relating it to the actual event. We did this game called, Space Jump, Improvising game from one action to another and also change of character. The last part we're suppose to present our act of what we think suits us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initially, I thought of this 18 year old girl, who was under depression because her parents force her to marry this 30 years old teacher from her school. Obviously, she rejected but her parents insisted on so, and on the day of her marriage, she committed suicide by running away from it to her own school, went up to the roof top and jump down from there. And of cos, wants to come back to seek revenge. Then with the limited props given just to try out, I had this transparent and hot pink cloth which I used it as a veil and this small&amp;nbsp;bouquet of flower on my hand. My actions were quite restricted because the veil was too long and slippery.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I changed the whole character to a 16 years old girl, who was also depressed and committed suicide because everyone envied her singing and her friends wouldn't want to be her friend any more because they think she's boastful. So she killed herself due to desperation for friends. She suffocated herself in a tub of water and was dead after 2 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the actually act, I acted out the depressed girl and acted out insanely, with one side pigtail and sang "twinkle twinkle little star" with this stuttering voice and a twitching of the head on the right. I exaggerated it by having different volume to the singing and a stacato to my voice when I asked if they want to sing along with me. Well, the trainer said it was quite okay just that I need to exaggerate more on my movements like sitting on the floor, facing my back on the audience with my head look up and sing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I've got to say is that I'm pretty excited for the event. Can't wait to know my actual role which I will be&amp;nbsp;acting!! This week is kinda a busty week for me. Tomorrow will be having this Wellness Summit talk in school from 8an-5pm. And Friday will be having the dry run of he spooktacular.Haha. Excited! That's it for today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May peace be upon you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hadith of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/HadithoftheDay"&gt;Bukhari:Volume 2, Book 26, Number 596:Narrated Abu Huraira:The Prophet (p.b.u.h) said, "Whoever performs Hajj for Allah's pleasure and does not have sexual relations with his wife, and does not do evil or sins then he will return (after Hajj free from all sins) as if he were born anew.&lt;/a&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/2066726270218453879-5187390922196649545?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/5187390922196649545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=5187390922196649545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/5187390922196649545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/5187390922196649545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/10/spooky-ly-excited-yet-tiring.html' title='I&apos;m A Light Sleeper!'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-6957166867323210548</id><published>2011-10-08T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T22:30:03.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muscle Spasm</title><content type='html'>Muscle spasm in every part of my body. I'm really lerthagic. Had a morning run for 10 minutes only and I died. Oh! Terrible stamina! I seriously don't know how to build up my stamina faster. I envy those really hardcore runners. They seem to have no difficulties when they run. So stress-free! :( Then, I regretted eating Mc Muffin for breakfast today though I didn't really finish it. I feel that I have gained a little pound because of that. Dang it! &amp;nbsp;Then when for another God knows how many kilometers of walking around, back and forth from Yishun to Nee Soon to Khatib and back again. That's the reason why I sprained my leg. Weird thing is, it's only on my left. Well on the right, I got a huge blister on my tiny little toe, not sure how it happen and lastly, MY WHOLE BODY SORE!! Must be from the swinging hands when running. It took me 4 hours of doing the whole workout. Wasn't that intense I would say cos I didn't feel that I sweat a lot. Went home, had my shower and did 15 minutes yoga which was taught in the TV. Felt really exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I feel like blabbering something that has always been distracting my mind. Two things specifically.&lt;br /&gt;1) People with vulgarities in every of their sentence&lt;br /&gt;2) Girls showing their boobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Well, I feel SUPER annoyed when I came across posts, be it in FB, Twitter or even in MSN. IT's SUPER ANNOYING! Well, I know I don't have my rights to say, but oh wells, unfortunately you are my friends under those social networking sites. So yeah. They will just go "f*ing" here and there and I was like, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE? Is there REALLY a need to put so much vulgar in your posts. Kay, well, most people say it when they are furious, but let me tell you this, I'm sure most of you know, not only those people who are mad use it, BUT ALSO THOSE WHO GOT NOTHING BETTER TO DO BUT JUST PUT EVERY OF THAT WORD IN THEIR POST. Well, obviously I had the intention of deleting them off, I DID! To one of them who was seriously pissing me off with his blabbering random post full of vulgarities. So people, please control your words, especially to girls and my dearest muslim friends. Girls don't look good when they use vulgarities. I'm serious. And for the muslim people, YOU KNOW WHAT IS RIGHT AND WHAT'S NOT. So do the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Girls, what's the point of showing your boobs off in the cyber world? Want attention? Why not show a nude photo of yourself! Easier right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm gonna stop now. What I can say is that, I may not have the rights to say but who say I can't give my opinions, right? But I apologize if I have offended anyone, I'm sorry. I'm just stating what I feel and well, it's a good thing you see. That's it for today. Have a good night and may peace be upon you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadith of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: sans-serif, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.khanapakana.com/recipes/default.aspx?g=posts&amp;amp;t=854"&gt;“He hath forbidden you only carrion, and blood, and swineflesh, And that which hath been immolated to (the name of) any other than Allah. But he who is driven by necessity, Neither craving nor transgressing, it is no sin for him.&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/2066726270218453879-6957166867323210548?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/6957166867323210548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=6957166867323210548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/6957166867323210548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/6957166867323210548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/10/muscle-spasm.html' title='Muscle Spasm'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-7354991151035465149</id><published>2011-10-05T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T20:51:28.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Know It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GVW3ZNseJ24/ToxG3RUfRgI/AAAAAAAAAN8/hN1v_H1zp1M/s1600/IMG345edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GVW3ZNseJ24/ToxG3RUfRgI/AAAAAAAAAN8/hN1v_H1zp1M/s320/IMG345edited.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lunch-ner for today&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-151DHgmKvfg/ToxOqkd2t-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/vV-y8lp_xEs/s1600/185788_1575429829289_1341885096_31242646_5113731_n_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-151DHgmKvfg/ToxOqkd2t-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/vV-y8lp_xEs/s1600/185788_1575429829289_1341885096_31242646_5113731_n_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my new desktop background, tiled!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPGxfXyPzUs/ToxOrNlSZ7I/AAAAAAAAAOE/Krcu3wJR9S0/s1600/chocolate_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPGxfXyPzUs/ToxOrNlSZ7I/AAAAAAAAAOE/Krcu3wJR9S0/s1600/chocolate_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Would you rather be indulge by chocolate mousse or..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-otxnjYPlYL4/ToxOsuZlB8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/PJzHdYS4Pf8/s1600/tumblr_llqgicbhbQ1qhl5rgo1_500_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-otxnjYPlYL4/ToxOsuZlB8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/PJzHdYS4Pf8/s1600/tumblr_llqgicbhbQ1qhl5rgo1_500_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A huge bowl of fruit salad?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings everyone. I decided to start off my blog with food today. Haha. How you feeling now? Lavish? I am actually, although I just had my bowl of another homemade salad. This time round, I didn't get the recipe from anywhere else. Just my own creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;Lettuce, scrambled egg(w/o using any margarine/oil), 3 cherry tomatoes, 1 baby cucumber, 1 small tomato(boiled, mashed), 1 tablespoon of baked bean &amp;amp; 1 teaspoon of chili tuna.&lt;br /&gt;Mix them all together and I add in black pepper. I love black pepper!! Easy isn't it? Now go try it yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be blogging so much today cos I didn't do anything! That's it. Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May peace be upon you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadith of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.allexperts.com/q/Islam-947/food-1.htm"&gt;They ask thee what is lawful to them (as food): say: Lawful unto you are (all) things good and pure: and what ye have taught your trained hunting animals (to catch) in the manner directed to you by Allah; eat what they catch for you, and pronounce the name of Allah over it: and fear Allah; for Allah is swift in taking account&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-7354991151035465149?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/7354991151035465149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=7354991151035465149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/7354991151035465149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/7354991151035465149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/10/know-it.html' title='Know It!'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GVW3ZNseJ24/ToxG3RUfRgI/AAAAAAAAAN8/hN1v_H1zp1M/s72-c/IMG345edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-9010060831646659232</id><published>2011-10-04T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T20:19:29.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be grateful for each day</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wonder why so many people can post "Good morning" and feel very elated about it and why rarely people say "Good evening"? Think about it. Then why do people say "Good night?" Because, nothing bad happen when we wake up. And during the day, we had went through events which sometimes we wished it never happen. And people say good night hoping tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I feel every day, in fact I believe everyone feels the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm sure every time we hear our parents shouting at us saying "You can get out of the house anytime you want. The lesser children I &amp;nbsp;have, the easier my life will be, the lesser I spend, the lesser stress I'll have."&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure most of us have heard of this line thousands time before. And I'm sure almost everyone feel like picking their self up and leave straight away so that they will have what they want. But some of us, insist to stay. Why? Do you ever wonder? Maybe because some of us know due to religious purposes, we are not allowed to leave the house although our parents "shoo" us away. And some feel that they know their parents are just saying things like that because they care for us or maybe they are decent kids who do not want to leave the house. Well as for me, it's due to religious stuffs. I've always wanted to leave the house since my parents said so. I always feel that they are not sincere in giving birth to us. And I felt like I shouldn't be born. But, something have always stop me from packing my stuffs and leave, Mama always reminded me that although Abah always wanted to throw us out, we MUST NEVER LEAVE! Because, our home is our heaven. And our heaven is under our mum's feet. And if we were to leave, we won't be at peace in the aftermath. So, that has always been in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, rough times will come and go. Today wasn't a good day for me. I had a terrible flu this morning maybe because I was lacking of sleep. Yesterday night was horrible! Went to to bed at 1 but kept rolling because as usual sis was on her lappy and kept on clicking and typing. I even tried to put on my headset to hear classical songs, but oh, it doesn't work! Eventually, she stopped because she was watching her drama online. Thank God. Woke up at 12.30pm :/ and had my shower and got ready to go to Sheng Shiong. Was kinda pulling a long face because my whole body was aching and my flu just keep running. Bought lots of food at Sheng Shiong and I managed to grab some vegetables for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well actually I was hesitating to take them because it's Abah who's paying them. But I did so. When we got home, we ate and all. Until in the evening, the volcano erupted. It all started from Firman, and my mum starts scolding him and that's when the real monster comes in and scolded everyone in the house. That's when he mentioned stuffs which made me pack my stuffs and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the reason why I NEVER ask my parents money. I've living independently on myself except that I have a shelter under their names and they've been feeding me ONLY AT HOME. The rest, like shopping, school fees, school items, necessities like clothes &amp;amp; shoes and etc, are all paid using my own money. People ask me where you get the money from then? Well, since primary school, I was in the financial aid scheme and the money have been saved since then and in addition, I received bursary awards for my outstanding result performances each year.&amp;nbsp;Just imagine if those schemes are not there to help me out. Where will I get the money then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm not gonna prolong my blog today. Am really fatigue. Feel like falling sick, but oh no. Better not! That's all for today. Am really sorry if I'm letting out all my frustration here. May peace be upon you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadith of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1729258675"&gt;Be good to parents and everyone else who you meet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1729258675"&gt;Serve God, and join not any partners with Him; and do good- to parents, kinsfolk, orphans, those in need, neighbours who are near, neighbours who are strangers, the companion by your side, the wayfarer (ye meet), and what your right hands possess: For God loveth not the arrogant, the vainglorious;- (4:36)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.islamfortoday.com/parents01.htm"&gt;If the Quran tells us to be good to a stranger how can we even think of disrespecting our parents?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-9010060831646659232?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/9010060831646659232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=9010060831646659232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/9010060831646659232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/9010060831646659232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/10/be-grateful-for-each-day.html' title='Be grateful for each day'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-1146943500098028744</id><published>2011-10-03T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T22:00:09.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counted Calories</title><content type='html'>I'm back with a very sore &amp;amp; numb right hand. But don't worry, I'm still able to type. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-94h2chbj3L8/Tom2q-HHyqI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vJxhBn4YZJw/s1600/IMG_0866.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-94h2chbj3L8/Tom2q-HHyqI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vJxhBn4YZJw/s320/IMG_0866.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I woke up at 9.50am today, had a quick healthy homemade breakfast again. I made this:&lt;br /&gt;I somehow took the recipe from bodyrock.tv, but customize it my own because of the limited ingredients I have at home. Well, here's the recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hard boiled egg, use half of the yolk&lt;br /&gt;1/2 boiled potato&lt;br /&gt;4 pieces of sliced boiled beef (any meat will do)&lt;br /&gt;Black &amp;amp; White pepper for flavoring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just chop and sliced everything and mix them together. And there you go, a very healthy breakfast :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after I had my breakfast, I got ready for my so called fitness session with my classmates, Vanessa &amp;amp; Christina. Supposedly, Suzann wanted to join us, but she was ill. Well, the idea of playing badminton together was because all 4 of us stay quite near to each other. Vanessa stays in Khatib, CHristina stays in Sembawang, Suzann stays in Yio Chu Kang &amp;amp; I stay In Yishun. That's why it was kinda surprised to so called hang out with them. But oh, it was FUN! So, we met at about 11.40am and headed to Chong Pang CC where Vanessa had booked the court for us. Thanks Vanessa!! Initially, she booked from 12.30-1.30pm. But we arrived 1 hour earlier and no one was there except these 2 professional players who were about to leave already. Basically, we got the WHOLE ENTIRE COURT TO OURSELVES! We started as soon as we arrived and compete with each other for 2 hours! OH MY! Such an INTENSE WORKOUT! I sweat from head to toe and my right arm was super numb though I did my stretching before and after. But I really like the feeling. At least I know that I have lost some calories and build muscles. I LOIKE ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the intense session, we headed to hawker centre for lunch cos we were quite hungry. Eventually, I only &amp;nbsp;bought a banana juice, Vanessa bought a duck porridge and Christina bought a fried bee hoon. After that, we left and Christina showed us where we can take 969 straight to Tampines. Because I'm still very foreign to Yishun. Need to do a tour around the estate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall,training was really fun. No awkwardness! Love it! And we actually planned to have this session every once a week. Somehow to train our fitness for our NAPHA in year 2/3. Not sure when. But really looking forward because it's part of my plan to lose weight, and be more fitter!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's another healthy breakfast that I want to share which I did yesterday morning. It was superb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_rErWF0RLDI/Tom3eHWQhoI/AAAAAAAAAN4/DDJWdznwevs/s1600/IMG_0810.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_rErWF0RLDI/Tom3eHWQhoI/AAAAAAAAAN4/DDJWdznwevs/s320/IMG_0810.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bread (preferably WHOLE MEAL BREAD)&lt;br /&gt;1 whole apple&lt;br /&gt;Cinnamon Powder&lt;br /&gt;Pecan (for extra taste &amp;amp; crunchiness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Before you make the the apple filling, bake the bread by using the oven for about 5 minutes to make it crispy (You'll love the crunchiness! Trust me!)&lt;br /&gt;2) After that, grate the washed apple into the cooking pan and put 1/2 teaspoon of cinnamon powder, and stir it well.&lt;br /&gt;3) After the bread has baked, scoop the cooked apple filling and placed on top of the bread.&lt;br /&gt;Serve it by placing nuts on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy the recipes :) Let me know your comments/ any other alternatives healthy breakfast that you've tried/know by commenting on this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May peace be upon you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadiths of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: Calibri, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; margin-bottom: 1.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1801111572"&gt;Jubair ibn Mut’im (&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.sheikhabdullah.net/images/radi_allahu.gif" /&gt;) reported on the authority of his father (&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.sheikhabdullah.net/images/radi_allahu.gif" /&gt;) that the Messenger of Allah (ﷺ) said: “&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1801111572"&gt;The one who cuts off will not enter Paradise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1801111572"&gt;.” Ibn Umar said that Sufyan explained: “One who cuts off family ties will not enter Paradise.”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: Calibri, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; margin-bottom: 1.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1801111572"&gt;[Sahih Muslim, Book 032, Number 6199]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: Calibri, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; margin-bottom: 1.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1801111572"&gt;عَنْ مُحَمَّدِ، بْنِ جُبَيْرِ بْنِ مُطْعِمٍ عَنْ أَبِيهِ، عَنِ النَّبِيِّ صلى الله عليه وسلم قَالَ ‏”‏&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1801111572"&gt;&amp;nbsp;لاَ يَدْخُلُ الْجَنَّةَ قَاطِعٌ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1801111572"&gt;&amp;nbsp;‏”‏ ‏.‏ قَالَ ابْنُ أَبِي عُمَرَ قَالَ سُفْيَانُ يَعْنِي قَاطِعَ رَحِمٍ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailyhadithonline.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-1146943500098028744?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/1146943500098028744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=1146943500098028744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/1146943500098028744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/1146943500098028744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/10/counted-calories.html' title='Counted Calories'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-94h2chbj3L8/Tom2q-HHyqI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vJxhBn4YZJw/s72-c/IMG_0866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-4408836158591069554</id><published>2011-10-01T19:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T20:26:35.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take in less, absorb in more.</title><content type='html'>Welcome back. Well, currently I'm panting, just did what I planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well today I started my day in the afternoon cos I was really tired yesterday. To be honest, I woke up at 12.10pm. :/ I know, it's terrible, but yesterday night, I really couldn't sleep well. I planned to sleep at 12am yesterday, but my hands, eyes and butt just doesn't seem to be listening to me. So I kept on watching Mr Bean series in Youtube and when it just got me entertained, I kept on watching non-stop and even moved on to the animation one. Eventually, I went to bed at 2am (I think). But let me tell you, I was still rolling on my bed. I seriously cannot take it hearing vivid noises which clearly distract me from sleeping! E.g.s: The clicking/ typing sound from the laptop, the sound of the fan, the ticking hand from the clock, birds chirping in the middle of the night, people snoring in the living room (although the bedroom door was already shut close!). So basically, I NEED PEACE IN MY SLEEP. TOTAL SILENCE! If not, I can just keep rolling on my bed, and will NEVER fall asleep until all these noises disappeared.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up, bathe and had a small portion of Bee Hoon noodle cooked by Mama and had just 1 tablespoon of fried rice which was cooked by Abah. FYI, I have always been avoiding myself from eating rice. (Diet purposes) Then watched TV with my brothers and Abah till 4pm and that's when I got hungry. Firman even went to buy the wedges near our area which is really MARVELOUS! And he bought this 1.5l of Coke. He offered me, but of cos, I rejected. I was hesitating cos I was totally lavished! So I decided to cook myself 2 pieces of instant prata with half slice of cheese each. After eating, I felt really full and started to quickly do my house chores as to burn those calories intake and then did my 12mins workout. Sweat it out again! Now, I'm really exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NbVo58FYq0s/TobyTNrSkEI/AAAAAAAAANw/oqhtM1nRSps/s1600/267467_222034727837591_130396387001426_572115_6563732_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NbVo58FYq0s/TobyTNrSkEI/AAAAAAAAANw/oqhtM1nRSps/s320/267467_222034727837591_130396387001426_572115_6563732_n.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, people can keep on saying, why spend hours everyday just to burn your fats when you can just eat the right a mount of food. Frankly, I don't really believe it. Cos I don't have high metabolism like some of friends. So in order for me to be fit and have the ideal body, why not sweat myself out. That's the only way that can convince me that I'm losing weight. Well, it might not be true to some people, but these are just my opinions. Honestly, I have been wanting to look like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(picture on the right). I know I can dream on. But that's my own motivation. If I really want what I want, then I will do it. It's not for others to tell me what to do and what not to do, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I got to say:&amp;nbsp;Although there are many myths out there about "secret solutions" and "magic pills," the reality of fat loss is that there are no secrets. It all comes back to the basics of your energy equation -- calories in vs. calories out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more: &lt;a href="http://www.livestrong.com/slideshow/545203-13-ways-to-burn-fat-faster/#ixzz1ZaxWZYGn"&gt;http://www.livestrong.com/slideshow/545203-13-ways-to-burn-fat-faster/#ixzz1ZaxWZYGn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That will be it for today. Will be watching Vampire Diaries 2 tonight @ 10.30pm. YAY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hadith of the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Hadith/149755409468"&gt;Book 024, Number 5126: Umm Salama, the wife of Allah's Apostle (may peace be upon him), said: He who drinks in the vessel of silver in fact drinks down in his belly the fire of Hell.&lt;/a&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/2066726270218453879-4408836158591069554?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/4408836158591069554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=4408836158591069554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/4408836158591069554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/4408836158591069554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/10/take-in-less-absorb-in-more.html' title='Take in less, absorb in more.'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NbVo58FYq0s/TobyTNrSkEI/AAAAAAAAANw/oqhtM1nRSps/s72-c/267467_222034727837591_130396387001426_572115_6563732_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-1199752431996563100</id><published>2011-09-30T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T19:40:22.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bodyrock Rocks!</title><content type='html'>Greetings everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really out of breath right now, but anyway, today is an unexpected workout day for me. Will talk about it in a short while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well initially, I went out to Chong Pang with my family (except for my sister, as always) to buy some household items from CK. Before we went to shop, we walked past the Mamak shop and Abah asked if we want to buy any food/ drinks. Of cos we said yes, cos we love to drink teh halia aka Ginger Milk tea. Then I also requested for Ice Cream prata, just to have the taste of it. Well, it was so so. Rating, 60%. But the thosai there is so marvelous. After eating, we went to CK and bought whatever necessary stuffs and Firhan, as always wanted to help us carry some items. SO hardworking! I managed to buy my Dove moisturizer as mine at home, was already running out. I also bought this free &amp;amp; easy bottle kit which costed about $1.90. Well it's like a small portable bottles and containers which you can put either your cosmetics, perfume or anything else that is suitable! I have been wanting to pour my perfume into that small bottle for ease of use when I'm outside so that I don't have to bring my bulky/ big perfume bottle everywhere. It's somehow embarrassing and troublesome especially when you carry a small bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, helped my parents to keep the bought items and I went online. Then I decided to go to my favorite &lt;a href="http://www.bodyrock.tv.com/"&gt;body workout&lt;/a&gt; website and decided to sweat myself out! I managed to do 2-3 different workouts, &amp;nbsp;total of about 10 mins or so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)LOW JACKS&lt;br /&gt;GET UP&lt;br /&gt;ONE LEG UGI BRIDGE (LEFT)&lt;br /&gt;ONE LEG UGI BRIDGE (RIGHT)&lt;br /&gt;FLYING JUMP LUNGE&lt;br /&gt;UGI LEG LIFT&lt;br /&gt;(5 sets)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)SIDE BURPEES (30 on each side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm really sweating like mad right now. But the feeling is really great. I've been following this body rock program at home and I've got lots of her videos in my phone. The purpose is for me to do it every alternate nights before I go to bed. Well, honestly, I have not been keeping up with her videos ever since school started because I really don't have the motivation &amp;amp; time to do. That's why all my fats are appearing. Haha. So yeah. I hope I can get back to the weight I used to have, 48kg. My mum said that she was only 42kg when she's 17 &amp;amp; 18! Seriously?? Am totally envy! Now my head is dizzy, guess it has been a very long time since I did an extreme workout. Adios for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can check her workouts in FB too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/BodyRock/130396387001426"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/pages/BodyRock/130396387001426&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadith of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1413634865"&gt;Say "Allah" not "God"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/HadithoftheDay"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-1199752431996563100?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/1199752431996563100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=1199752431996563100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/1199752431996563100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/1199752431996563100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/09/bodyrock-rocks.html' title='Bodyrock Rocks!'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-1772968455972981651</id><published>2011-09-28T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T22:17:04.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to day started off quite okay because in the morning, nearing to afternoon at about 11.45am, my dad passed me this brown envelope. Without hesitating, I instantly tear pull open the envelop (oh the glue is super sticky!!). I know what it was and who was the sender cos I've been waiting for it for quite some time. Anyway it is my gift from Sara's blog giveaway. ANd here it is, my Daisy ES148!! Though it was not what I requested, but at least I've got new eyeshadow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5wqnIR9SLSM/ToMnrmLWqoI/AAAAAAAAANs/3eZm6HSdnis/s1600/IMG_0816.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5wqnIR9SLSM/ToMnrmLWqoI/AAAAAAAAANs/3eZm6HSdnis/s320/IMG_0816.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got ready to leave house at 2.45pm for someone to fetch me. Hahah! Guess where we went?! We watched ABDUCTION!!! Ohhh, my TL &amp;lt;3 We both love TL well basically because I've idolized him ever since the start of Twilight! And he looks like TL. So yeah. We catch the movie but missed the first few minutes of the show because we arrived late. It started at 4 and we came at 4.15pm. Oh TL is so hot! Well my hand was practically on my cheek cos I was melting, inside. Haha. You know the feeling of meeting your idol (though it was just in the theatre). I mean in other movies I reacted the same way but this time round, I did it more often because the main character is HIM! Unlike the Twilight series. It's a very nice show indeed! C'mon because it's TL! Haha. Joking. I mean part of it was because it's TL. But the other part was because there's a lot of fighting moves and a little romance in it. Well, I don't want to prolong my blog today, cos I've got my house chores to do (I thought I didn't!) So yeah. If you want to know more about the movie, check out yourself by watching the trailer and if you still don't get it, THEN I INSIST YOU TO CATCH THE MOVIE NOW!! HURRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today. Will get back asap, I hope, if I'm free. :D Have a good day ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadith of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/HadithoftheDay?sk=wall"&gt;Man should understand this phenomina very well that your wife is not your children production guranteed machine, neither any of husband can blame his wife for continously delivering a baby girl,as many husband torture their wives for such act...And those who blame their wives for such stupid things ,they should fear ALLAH as what Quraan says ""To Allah belongs the kingdom of the heavens and the earth. He creates what He wills. He bestows female (offspring) upon whom He wills, and bestows male (offspring) upon whom He wills....Chapter (42) sūrat l-shūrā (Consultation)"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just realize they have Hadith of the day in FB! Go check it out!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-1772968455972981651?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/1772968455972981651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=1772968455972981651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/1772968455972981651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/1772968455972981651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/09/abduction.html' title='Abduction'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5wqnIR9SLSM/ToMnrmLWqoI/AAAAAAAAANs/3eZm6HSdnis/s72-c/IMG_0816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-7919251906882557349</id><published>2011-09-23T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T21:29:33.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Complaining</title><content type='html'>Take a look at this video which Zhi Hao has tweeted about. Be grateful for what you already have and stop complaining for what you don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Gc4HGQHgeFE" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-7919251906882557349?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/7919251906882557349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=7919251906882557349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/7919251906882557349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/7919251906882557349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/09/stop-complaining.html' title='Stop Complaining'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Gc4HGQHgeFE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-2281055730649611639</id><published>2011-09-23T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:37:40.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burst &amp; 'Pop'</title><content type='html'>Today started off with a very enjoyable day in the morning. Went to school at 9.45 to meet Chloe, Hwee Cheng &amp;amp; Michelle for the Ballon Twisting workshop for tomorrow's Waterfire event. I didn't wanted to go because I havea phobia of balloon, especially hearing the squeaky sound and what's more with the loud 'POP' sound from the burst ballon. I went eventually because I wanted to accompany Chloe and somehow I think that if I were to go, I can overcome my fear. Guess what, I think I somehow did it! Pat on my back! :) I can't remember the guy who taught us, but he's from TP as well, and shockingly a freshie as well, in HTM. He taught us 4 different types of balloon twisting; dog, flower, sword and a hat. I like the dog and the flower the most. Not sure if I can actually remember. I need those skills for tomorrow's big event! Gonna impress the children there, hopefully! Haha. Yeah right. I actually wanted to bring back my doggies and the flowers, but I decided to burst them because I had to go to Bugis after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why go Bugis? Amanda actually texted Chloe cos the job that she was in needs more people, so she texted her to ask if she wants to work. Chloe asked me and the rest, and eventually only her cousin and I went together with Chloe. It's Sales &amp;amp; Marketing. Exactly similar to my previous job, selling perfumes. But this time round, they sell various products focusing more on Health products like supplements, etc. And they require more on an appointment basis rather than going island wide, walking from one destination to another to "preach" people to buy. I'm not sure if I really want to work, but I just agreed to Amanda that I will be going for the training on Monday. Well, the reason why I wanted to get a job because of, of course, finance wise. I need the money to support myself especially for my Poly expenses all the way till year 3. And insya'allah, all the way till University. So, I kinda need to save up for my future. If not, I'm gonna suffer like how my family is so called suffering right now. Hope it goes well, and i hope I can apply the same skills and techniques from what I've learnt previously toward this new job. Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm excited for tomorrow! Will be a long day, from 1 to 10pm. Oh god! Going back at night again! :( Hope my hp battery don't dies half way, or not I don't have anything to cover my ears from listening to the VERY SILENT surroundings. That's all for today. Adios. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadiths of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.searchtruth.com/book_display.php?book=65&amp;amp;translator=1"&gt;Narrated Abu Musa Al-Ash'ari: The Prophet said, "Give food to the hungry, pay a visit to the sick and release (set free) the one in captivity (by paying his ransom)." &amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&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/2066726270218453879-2281055730649611639?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/2281055730649611639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=2281055730649611639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/2281055730649611639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/2281055730649611639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/09/burst-pop.html' title='Burst &amp; &apos;Pop&apos;'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-1041558255722991683</id><published>2011-09-22T15:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T15:20:59.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun all the time</title><content type='html'>Greetings to all! I'm finally back, blogging again. Not blogging for 2 days make me feel even more lazy to blog more. But anyway, I was away for 1K02 class chalet at NSRCC SAFRA Resort. Let me tell you, it IS THE BEST chalet ever! And the BEST bungalow I've been ever! It's super b-e-a-u-tiful! The glass panel of the doors and the windows are totally transparent. The dining hall is HUGE! Very comfortable to move around. 2 rooms, 2 toilets, 1 kitchen. 1 night = $130. Quite a reasonable price actually. Especially when we go in a group. The price each of us have to chip in will be so much cheaper. But of cos the cons will be that it will be squeeze-y if everyone were to sleepover and share 2 rooms. Other than that, the facilities are great! They have swimming pool, fitness corner(gym), bowling &amp;amp; karaoke zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I wasn't allowed by my parents to stay over. If not, I will have double the fun and wouldn't miss out so much. On the first day we didn't really do much. Just chit chat and stayed in the bungalow the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd day, I woke up at 4.30AM to see Shu Wen at the airport with Suzaan cos she was leaving to China for holiday. I went because I really miss her A LOT. She resembles a lot like Samantha Ang. Shu Wen told us the night before that she needs to check in at 9. So we planned to meet her at 7 and have a chat before she fly off, but when we were in the train she called and she said that she need to check in at 7. And guess what, at that moment, I was only at Yio Chu Kang at 6.30. We were so panicked, we kept looking at our watch cos we really wanted to see her. When we arrived at Tanah Merah (at 6.45), we decided to take the cab there. And when we arrived (7.10AM), we had to run from lane 1 all the way to lane 10 where she was standing. OMG! It all seems like a drama. You know like a girl who chase for her guy who's leaving. Wahahah. So funny! But we did managed to get her before she checks in. PHEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Suzann and I went to eat breakfast @ McDonald's and took cab to our chalet. Woke everyone up at 8AM. Haha! Evil us. After most of them woke up, Jack cooked his own breakfast and then Jeslyn decided to make French Toast for everyone. I went down quickly and helped her out. When it comes to cooking, I want to be the 1st. Haha. So I was in charge of &amp;nbsp;toasting the bread on this "pat" (not a pan, neither is it a pot) Then everybody ate it except for me. Idk why, but I don't like to eat what I cook. So yeah. Then, in the afternoon, went to East Point to buy lunch for everyone. I bought wanton mee from Banquet and ended up not eating them cos I was too full from Mac's breakfast, so I threw it away before I leave at night. At about 3PM Hids, Chloe, Hwee Cheng, Suzann, Vanessa, Michelle and I were slacking in the room while waiting for the time to pass. We were playing stupid games like memory game (BRAIN KILLING!), alphabets from A-Z for guy/girls names, fruits, animals and we played this train game, smacking each other's thighs. We laughed and screamed and almost lose our voice. Had so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at 5PM, Jack came back from bowling and asked me to helped him with the BBQ. He's so noob at it! Hahaha. It took us awhile for the fire to start and fortunately, this BBQ wholesale guy was there and helped us out. And then we managed to start cooking at 6.45PM or so. And of cos, I was the one in charge of the chicken and turning here and there. Oh my, let me tell you, that was the first time ever, the chicken turned out to be super good. MARVELOUS! No blood oozing out, no half-cook/ un-cook fillet and no BURT food. Perfecto! But 1 thing was missing, we didn't buy the BBQ sauce. To boost the flavor, it is a MUST to have BBQ sauce! But oh well, as long as the chicken was good then it's fine. Haha. So we cook until 8.15PM, cos Chloe, Hwee Cheng &amp;amp; I had to leave at 8.40 to catch the shuttle bus. I went to bathe. And by the time it was already 8.40PM. Hugged here and there and wish goodbye, by then it was already 8.45PM. Oh my, from the bungalow to the bustop IS REALLY NOT NEAR! So we ran like a marathon, sprint all the way (God know how far it is) with our stuffed marshmallow in our mouth all the way to the bustop. I tell you, we can get chocked with the marshmallow in the mouth and sprinting at the same time and Hwee Cheng was even running with her towel. Haha. But, thank god, we were very lucky to get the bus! Phew! But I had wasted my shower time cos eventually I perspired again! -_-! My legs felt wobbly and sore cos I ran in the morning and even at night! Good exercise! Managed to reach home at about 10.45PM. Went online, upload the remaining photos, chat, and ZZzzzzZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now, Take Care :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadith of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Modern; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Modern; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_329112742"&gt;A Wise Man Relies On His Efforts And The Fool Relies On His Hopes.&amp;nbsp; (&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Modern; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: -0.1pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://islamicbooks.info/H-7-Ethics/7--Ethics-7.htm"&gt;Imam Ali.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-1041558255722991683?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/1041558255722991683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=1041558255722991683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/1041558255722991683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/1041558255722991683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/09/fun-all-time.html' title='Fun all the time'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-7529259818439500124</id><published>2011-09-19T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T22:12:26.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Going Up, So Catch Me</title><content type='html'>Kohomada, means Hello in Sri Lankan language.&lt;br /&gt;Today, barely did anything today. But the first thing after I had my shower in the morning, I went online to check out Sara's giveaway blog winners. And guess what!? I won her makeup giveaway, an eyeshadow from NYX called, Daisy. FYI, this is my first time ever entering such giveaways contest, and I feel so lucky for winning it at the first attempt. The rules to get the chance to win her products are very simple. I actually requested for this Golden Amber NYX eyeshadow, cos I love golden brown color, but I didn't get it. BUT, IT'S OKAY! I'm still jubilant for retrieving that product! Can't wait for her to mail it out. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's in the morning. Then in the afternoon I just did my drawing, as usual, but this time round, no more drawings of God's creation. Usman actually requested me to draw the incredible hulk. Since I was kinda bored today, I did the drawing for him. It took me a bout 2++hours. My opinion, not that fantastic. Take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_VA15k7g_K4/TndHqfg-nTI/AAAAAAAAANo/HqLMA9F7kxo/s1600/IMG_0622.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_VA15k7g_K4/TndHqfg-nTI/AAAAAAAAANo/HqLMA9F7kxo/s320/IMG_0622.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Guess what, when Firdaus reached home from school, I showed him my drawing, and he said, "OMG, THIS IS THE UGLIEST DRAWING THAT I'VE SEEN EVER!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My heart totally fell tremendously and break into pieces! I come from a family who loves to draw and we all have talents in that, so the criticism in this family is very high. And we expect A LOT from each other. So yeah, I was kinda upset when Firdaus said that. Basically that's all for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Tomorrow is the day!! 10am-1pm, having I.G meeting in school and then off to Tanah Merah to meet my classmates for chalet. Yeah! Time to get bonded!! But sadly, I can't stay overnight. Mama &amp;amp; Abah have never allow their children to stay in a chalet and overnight. Well, my parents will never give total freedom until... What they say: "We will only let go of you ONLY WHEN YOU"RE MARRIED!" That means my freedom comes after I'm married! :(&amp;nbsp;Sigh. And that will be, WHEN???! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So yeah, no sleepover, but hope to enjoy as much as I can with my wonderful classmates!! That's about it today. Good night. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm waiting, waiting, waiting....ZzzzZzzzZzzz. Turn my boredom day today into a smile pretty please. Although it's already night time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hadith of the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dear muslimin dan muslimah, if you eat food that is not halal. whatever prayers or doa you once remember, will not be remembered in the nearing future. So check out the labels and ingredients before you take any bite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;*This is what Mama told me, I didn't get it from anywhere else. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-7529259818439500124?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/7529259818439500124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=7529259818439500124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/7529259818439500124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/7529259818439500124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-going-up-so-catch-me.html' title='I&apos;m Going Up, So Catch Me'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_VA15k7g_K4/TndHqfg-nTI/AAAAAAAAANo/HqLMA9F7kxo/s72-c/IMG_0622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-6009802079223360516</id><published>2011-09-18T16:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T16:01:50.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Sure Of What You're Doing</title><content type='html'>I'm very upset. Upset for not knowing that drawing living things, that God has created is not allowed in the Islam religion. It's haram. Thanks to Yana,I have now know about it. I clarified with Mama and she said that se ever once told me back them when we were still staying in Seng Kang. How can I not remember it? I was a little upset at Mama as well. Why didn't she reminded me again since she see and know that I've been drawing a lot these days?? I really don't know what to do with all my drawings right now. Should I give them away? Because I've researched and they state that:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ruslihasbi.wordpress.com/tanya-jawab/umum-lainnya/melukis-haram-atau-tidak/"&gt;“Dari Bisir bin Said dari Zaid bin Khalid dari Abu Talhah sahabat Nabi, bahwa Rasulullah s.a.w. bersabda: “Sesungguhnya Malaikat tidak akan masuk rumah yang di dalamnya ada gambar.” (HR Muslim)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really bewildered and upset at the same time. Drawing have always been my hobby since I'm young. It's the talent which I believe God has gave m. But now, it's all limited. Tell me what I should do to all my drawing. From now onwards I'm not going to draw anymore living things since it's haram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side, I'm happy for something. This time round, if I got it, I will grab it tight and never gonna let loose of it. Cos there's no one else like you. Thanks for making me smile. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadith of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Imam Muslim meriwayatkan dari jalan Zaid bin Khalid al-Juhani dari Abu Talhah al-Ansari, ia berkata: Saya mendengar Rasulullah s.a.w. bersabda:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.isnet.org/islam/Qardhawi/Halal/2038.html"&gt;"Malaikat tidak akan masuk rumah yang di dalamnya ada anjing dan patung. Saya (Zaid) kemudian bertanya kepada Aisyah: Sesungguhnya ini (Abu Talhah) memberitahuku, bahwa Rasulullah s.a.w. telah bersabda. Malaikat tidak akan masuk rumah yang di dalamnya ada anjing dan patung. Apakah engkau juga demikian? Maka kata Aisyah: Tidak! Tetapi saya akan menceriterakan kepadamu apa yang pernah saya lihat Nabi kerjakan, yaitu: Saya lihat Nabi keluar dalam salah satu peperangan, kemudian saya membuat seprei korden (yang ada gambarnya) untuk saya pakai menutup pintu. Setelah Nabi datang, ia melihat korden tersebut. Saya lihat tanda marah pada wajahnya, lantas dicabutnya korden tersebut sehingga disobek atau dipotong sambil ia berkata: Sesungguhnya Allahi tidak menyuruh kita untuk memberi pakaian kepada batu dan tanah. Kata Aisyah selanjutnya: Kemudian kain itu saya potong daripadanya untuk dua bantal dan saya penuhi dengan kulit buah-buahan, tetapi Rasulullah sama sekali tidak mencela saya terhadap yang demikian itu." (Riwayat Muslim)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-6009802079223360516?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/6009802079223360516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=6009802079223360516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/6009802079223360516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/6009802079223360516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/09/be-sure-of-what-youre-doing.html' title='Be Sure Of What You&apos;re Doing'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-5240013044426876203</id><published>2011-09-18T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T03:03:02.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is All You Need</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ayxh0n1wRDk/TnTrXeHPiYI/AAAAAAAAANg/xgTvCVEMXZI/s1600/IMG_0610.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ayxh0n1wRDk/TnTrXeHPiYI/AAAAAAAAANg/xgTvCVEMXZI/s320/IMG_0610.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;Hey! Greetings people. I'm really tired, again, but this time is a good tired. I went out with my dearest sister, Deana. Finally we meet again after a month ago, during my birthday. Supposedly, today I'm going out with Sima and Noruls as well, but both of them can't make it. And initially Dna can't make it either. I was kinda pissed off actually, 'cos I really hate it when people decided to go out with me and eventually cancel on me. I know I've got to be understanding, well I did, but after awhile, after I settle down my emotions. But thanks to her, my day wasn't that bad after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning, Mama woke me up early again to ask me if I want to go Geylang with my parents. I was hesitating, but eventually agreed cos she seems to want me to go.So I just agreed and had my shower. But before that, Dna called me and suddenly asked me if I want to go out with her today. I was like wondering, how come she's free now. Then she told me that she wanted to go out with me cos she already booked me since last week and did not want to take back her words. So I told her that I will only meet her after Geylang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_lA9ZaLvDyk/TnTnsoIne8I/AAAAAAAAANY/Okuo40_N-CE/s1600/IMG419.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_lA9ZaLvDyk/TnTnsoIne8I/AAAAAAAAANY/Okuo40_N-CE/s320/IMG419.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh He's the satay man!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;At Geylang with parents and Firhan, I ate mutton chop and shared satay with my parents. Firhan ate satay as well! Look:&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to Joo Chiat Complex and Haig Road. And Abah bought Cempedak for me cos I loooove it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home at 3pm and had to wait for Dna until she finish watching her movie with Hafiz at 7pm. Got ready and met her at Somerset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this awkward moment that happend to me while I was walking on foot to Yishun MRT station(about 10mins walk from my house). I left house and saw this chinese guy in his 20s whom I assume is my neighbor. He walked past my house and disappeared. probably he already went down to take the lift. So after putting on my sandals, I took the lift and walked towards the station and then I saw the man again. He was walking in front of me. And we were walking on the same path all the way to the point where's there's a zebra crossing. Thank god he crossed and walked on the opposite path. Then as I walked further down, I realized I had to cross the traffic light and it's towards the man's direction. So awkward please! We walked about 1-2m and then we were separated again. Phew! Oh no. Guess what, thinking that I've lost him, when I board the train, after about 3 stops, at Braddel, I decided to have a seat. As I look on my right, the same man was sitting right next to me! Oh god! What would he think of me, his stalker??! Then, we even alighted at the same station! Oh my. SUPER AWKWARD! But thank god, we didn't go to the same destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_fjh8Tb4w/TnTskeYI47I/AAAAAAAAANk/PXG9zrRmNzw/s1600/IMG_0704.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_fjh8Tb4w/TnTskeYI47I/AAAAAAAAANk/PXG9zrRmNzw/s320/IMG_0704.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's the supermodel who made my day today. Love her&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So I met Dna at Somerset and we went to Scape park because there's a flea and we bought several stuffs. I bought like 2 rings, 1 necklace, 1 bracelet, 2 blouse and NYX lip gloss. Spent about $50. Hehs :X We actually wanted to go to the flea at Concord, but it was already going to be 9. By the time we reach there, the flea will already be shut down. So we decided to head for a drink at Starbucks. Camwhore here ad there and I somehow scolded Dna for deleting most photos that I took of her. Grr! She feels that she's ugly! C'mon babe! You're not! We slack and chit chat a little and left at 10.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super tired. My legs feel very wobbly right now. Well, tomorrow will be another day cos my relatives are coming over. That's it for today. It's already 3am!! Good night all. With loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm glad you did talk to me. Hope things will get better and change to start afresh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadith of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #777777; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1774666306"&gt;Narrated by Abdullah ibn Abbas(Radhiallaho anho):&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #777777; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1774666306"&gt;Allah’s Messenger (sallAllaahu `alaihi wasallam) said :&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00007f;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1774666306"&gt;If anyone&amp;nbsp;continually asks pardon, Allah will appoint for him a way out of&amp;nbsp;every distress, and a relief from every anxiety, and will provide for&amp;nbsp;him from where he did not reckon.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://islamzpeace.com/hadith-girls/"&gt; Sunan of Abu-Dawood 1513&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ANmmfAj2ZXo/TnTqNewOHsI/AAAAAAAAANc/6SNmBxQvdKM/s1600/IMG_0616.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ANmmfAj2ZXo/TnTqNewOHsI/AAAAAAAAANc/6SNmBxQvdKM/s320/IMG_0616.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The love for my little one&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-5240013044426876203?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/5240013044426876203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=5240013044426876203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/5240013044426876203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/5240013044426876203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/09/hey-greetings-people.html' title='Love Is All You Need'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ayxh0n1wRDk/TnTrXeHPiYI/AAAAAAAAANg/xgTvCVEMXZI/s72-c/IMG_0610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-2969432470002348018</id><published>2011-09-16T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T00:08:23.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curls</title><content type='html'>I'm back! I'm super lerthagic at the moment. Think that I'm gonna fall sick any time. Well just now, went to my uncle's house at Bukit Merah. So far from here! We took separate cabs because my family is huge. Went there, watched this scary malay movie, not sure what's the title and ate small amount of chicken rice. We didn't do much 'cos the house was quite small and we had to leave early because Firhan was already tired and hungry at the same time. Then we headed home, again, took separate cabs. Basically that's all. I'm really really really tired. I don't think I can jog tomorrow morning. Plus, I'm starting to cough terribly. Maybe got it from Firman cos he just recover from his fever two days ago and he's coughing every minute! Anyways, I manage to cam-whore, as usual, and Firhan did also! Good night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qpGgD2rU9oQ/TnNpXJre4cI/AAAAAAAAAM8/TPeUEDpUjXg/s1600/IMG_0605.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qpGgD2rU9oQ/TnNpXJre4cI/AAAAAAAAAM8/TPeUEDpUjXg/s320/IMG_0605.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's standard pose position, squatting.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z9BKcq7Dft4/TnNqoJDCv6I/AAAAAAAAANA/BVR4OoEKQaU/s1600/IMG_0606.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z9BKcq7Dft4/TnNqoJDCv6I/AAAAAAAAANA/BVR4OoEKQaU/s320/IMG_0606.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's posing!! Cute right?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z9BKcq7Dft4/TnNqoJDCv6I/AAAAAAAAANA/BVR4OoEKQaU/s1600/IMG_0606.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g13RxAyjI6s/TnNrF0dsfjI/AAAAAAAAANE/DRuEPD_Kkjc/s1600/IMG_0607.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g13RxAyjI6s/TnNrF0dsfjI/AAAAAAAAANE/DRuEPD_Kkjc/s320/IMG_0607.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He snapped his own face without realizing.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_VnChWFLzI/TnNr1FdDVWI/AAAAAAAAANI/cw4eRt-CxwM/s1600/IMG_0609.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_VnChWFLzI/TnNr1FdDVWI/AAAAAAAAANI/cw4eRt-CxwM/s320/IMG_0609.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm back home&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fmFITZfKKGY/TnNtvDJ5oqI/AAAAAAAAANM/fp8KS4XJQUw/s1600/IMG_0614.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fmFITZfKKGY/TnNtvDJ5oqI/AAAAAAAAANM/fp8KS4XJQUw/s320/IMG_0614.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vIzgj98aGSg/TnNvFzXlwTI/AAAAAAAAANU/NQ9JPcBd570/s1600/IMG_0613.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vIzgj98aGSg/TnNvFzXlwTI/AAAAAAAAANU/NQ9JPcBd570/s320/IMG_0613.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0NdAvUQcgBQ/TnNuGD1GyNI/AAAAAAAAANQ/QXPo5pmEo3o/s1600/IMG_0617.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0NdAvUQcgBQ/TnNuGD1GyNI/AAAAAAAAANQ/QXPo5pmEo3o/s320/IMG_0617.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Off to my bed. Notice my curls? I finally managed to curl my own hair. Yay! :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hadith of the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://asqfish.wordpress.com/2007/12/29/the-concept-of-sabr-patience-in-islam/"&gt;Rewards are only for those who are patient.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-2969432470002348018?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/2969432470002348018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=2969432470002348018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/2969432470002348018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/2969432470002348018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/09/curls.html' title='Curls'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qpGgD2rU9oQ/TnNpXJre4cI/AAAAAAAAAM8/TPeUEDpUjXg/s72-c/IMG_0605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-2075359650231427563</id><published>2011-09-16T14:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T16:27:04.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In High Spirits</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna do a quick blog on how blithe I am today. I woke up today, forgetting that I will be receiving a message from TP on my results. After I had my shower, Amelia from Spooktacular called me and asked if I'm still interested in the event, &amp;amp; I instantly said no w/o having any 2nd thoughts. Than I received 2 messages. One from Chloe and another from Chloe. I hurriedly open TP's message, read it thoroughly, about 4 times and then I smiled from ear to ear. I was exultant! I went to the kitchen and told Mama about it and obviously, she was very delighted as well. Then as soon as Abah reached home from work, I told the good news to him and he said, "I'm so proud of you. Although we were so busy with the shifting house, and that there's pressure here &amp;amp; there, you still able to make it and pass." Alhamdullilah. With the guidance from God and the support I have, it all brings me to this success. Chloe also received good results. So yeah, we're going to Sem 2!! :D I hope Hidayah has good results too. That's it for now. I'm going to pray for Asar soon. Insya'allah, if I'm not tired, I will blog about my day to uncle house later in the evening. Have a good day ahead! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dear comment-or: I apologizing to my readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hadith of the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 24px; letter-spacing: -1px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ilovehadith.com/"&gt;God’s Mercy Upon The Repenter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ilovehadith.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ilovehadith.com/"&gt;Abu Moosaa Al-Ash‘aree (radiAllahu ‘anhu) narrated that the Prophet (Sallallaahu Alayhi Wasallam) said,&lt;br /&gt;“Allah holds out His Hand during the night to receive the repentance of the one who has committed wrong during the day and holds outs His Hand during the day to receive the repentance of the one who has committed wrong during the night.”&lt;/a&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/2066726270218453879-2075359650231427563?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/2075359650231427563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=2075359650231427563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/2075359650231427563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/2075359650231427563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-high-spirits.html' title='In High Spirits'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-8204428928859042187</id><published>2011-09-15T21:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T22:38:53.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey. Sorry for being a little emotional yesterday night, but I feel that I need to let it out. You know sometimes when you're down, and there's no one to hear you out, you will just spurt out everything wherever you feel like it. As for me, one of the ways for me to release it all is, here, in my blog. Sorry to you readers for being my victims. But I also did pray to calm myself down, and it really help. Alhamdullilah. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what I did today? I woke up at 5am to solat subuh and went back to have another 2 hours of sleep before I wake up at 7 to go to school today. Well, I'm actually involve in this event called the Global Community Day with ParksFestival. It's an event in conjunction of the Global Community Day that TP annually held with The Waterfire Providence. This Waterfire Providence started from the city of providence, the capital of Ireland in England. It is brought into S'pore and TP is the first to celebrate it's community day with this Waterfire Providence. We are using Bedok Reservoir as a space to engage the communities &amp;amp; promote the Arts &amp;amp; Tanscultural interactions. I will not prolong the description, so if you're really curious on what it is about, check out the link at the end of this post. The actual event will be held on 24 &amp;amp; 25th Sept (FREE ADMISSION!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.providence-waterfire.com/images/waterfire_providence_attractions.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3gyhF5T3r_E/SFvxqBiVvgI/AAAAAAAAA2M/iWwdnn063-0/s400/basin07.preview%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.discovernewengland.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/Waterfire-Providence-Massachusetts-New-England-150x150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;These are some pictures I took from the net to show you guys how the Waterfire looks like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Soo.. I just went to school with Chloe and some of my classmates who were involved and got to know the floor plan on the actual day cos we're gonna be the Festival Guides. What excites me is the Embassies that are coming. There's 12 countries in total:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phillipines, China, Korea, Japan, Sri Lanka, UAE, Saudi Arabia, Switzerland, Ireland, Finland, USA &amp;amp; Venezuela. And I'm in charge of Japan and Sri Lanka. Wee. Can't wait!! Haha. We had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; briefing and all and left at 12.45pm. Afterwards, we went Tampines Mall to eat our lunch at Pastamania. Stomach was alreadygrumbling during the briefing. Then I bought some beauty stuffs from Watsons; Vaseline Petroleum Gel (Sara recommend to moisturize chapped lips, dry skins and even to make eyelashes longer!!) and also hair spray. Headed home by bus and I slept terribly in the bus, in PUBLIC! Oh god! Embarrassing! And oh, at night, I accompanied Firdaus to Chong pang to buy his stationaries and he bought this mooncake from the Halal bread shop that we've been dying to try. It's filling is lotus and only cost $2 for a HUGE piece. See picture below (apologize for the unclear image):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jCFYBin-OsE/TnIK162wlkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HWvBuYrHq44/s200/IMG417.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally, I decide to start back my hobby today, which is drawing (for some of you who might not know). The reason why I like to draw is because, I think I have the talent which my sister and I got from our dad. And when I draw, it makes me contented. So yeah, that's another way to keep yourself happy. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AQV5nCR9X5s/TnIK1-7q_uI/AAAAAAAAAMo/d0BdqwaGJkI/s200/IMG_0604.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it for today. Tomorrow will be another exciting day, insya'allah 'cos we're going to one of my uncle's house that we've never been before for ages, or maybe NEVER been there before. OH SHUTS! TOMORROW'S DAY!!! All the best to fellow classmates and to all my dearest friends! Will pray for your success, Insya'allah. :D Nights all. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hadiths of the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inter-islam.org/Lifestyle/anger.htm"&gt;“ The strong is not the one who over comes the people by his strength”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inter-islam.org/Lifestyle/anger.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inter-islam.org/Lifestyle/anger.htm"&gt;"But the strong is the one who controls him while in anger."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:#000099;"&gt;Links to Waterfire Providence:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/WaterFireSingapore"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ypLEm_aRKY&amp;amp;feature=youtu.be"&gt;Youtube&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/12270844"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/2066726270218453879-8204428928859042187?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/8204428928859042187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=8204428928859042187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/8204428928859042187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/8204428928859042187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/09/first.html' title='First'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3gyhF5T3r_E/SFvxqBiVvgI/AAAAAAAAA2M/iWwdnn063-0/s72-c/basin07.preview%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-4062533532860433588</id><published>2011-09-14T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T22:29:55.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Pierdo</title><content type='html'>I know, I'm suppose to be asleep right now, but I can't. There's something that has been distracting me for the past few weeks ever since I move house. I've been thinking about this. Noruls has always been talking about it to me. At first, I denied. Then I realized I was lying. I think it came back. Now, I feel very guilty. I've been looking at the history chats we had. And I think I've been very rough to you and I regretted it. I'm sorry. It's killing me right now cos I wish I can tell you how I feel, but urgh. I'm not sure if I can. And I'm not sure if you feel the same. I'm really sorry. Remember December 25th, 2010? Remember "So Big", remember sunset, do you remember???? If you are reading this, please talk to me. Uhhhh. Last but not least,remember these??&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gNKIlruJYHI/TnC5F-MGv2I/AAAAAAAAAMI/rey0I0ZRFk0/s320/IMG474.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iL7lP7Ypu8E/TnC5GjjN1ZI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/J5GXzbu9rS4/s320/IMG477.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&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/2066726270218453879-4062533532860433588?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/4062533532860433588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=4062533532860433588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/4062533532860433588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/4062533532860433588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/09/le-pierdo.html' title='Le Pierdo'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gNKIlruJYHI/TnC5F-MGv2I/AAAAAAAAAMI/rey0I0ZRFk0/s72-c/IMG474.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-903471060385180754</id><published>2011-09-14T19:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T20:48:23.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold but warm in the heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today, I'm blogging early!!&lt;div&gt;How's my day today? I would say morning was terrible but later on, it was okay. Morning was super annoying please. FYI, my doorstep is just in front of this upgrading lift. Today, the construction workers decide to make noises and disturb my sister's and my beauty sleep! The were drilling on the ground to break the tile for the lift. Oh God! It went for God knows how long! When they stop, I thought they ended, so I had that few seconds to get back to my sleep. But I was wrong! They started drilling again, and again, and again. I got so agitated by the sound, because it was super, I mean SUPER loud! Just imagine, someone using this huge drilling gun and drill right in front of you! So eventually, I woke up, and it was 10.30am. Mama asked me to tag her a long to Chong Pang again 'cos she wanted to buy plastic bowls and plates for this Sunday (my relatives coming over). So we went there, with my sister and of cos Firhan. I bought a bread from the Halal bread shop again (since Mama offered me and that she didn't cook today.) And I only had this salmon fried puff and banana for breakfast. So I bought this lotus bread which is quite big and it only cost $1.80. This is how it looks like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dAKLWruVmqM/TnCgbV7OxBI/AAAAAAAAAL4/IPE7LCtyjkE/s320/IMG430.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sOeq-NB41BI/TnChJKnUPSI/AAAAAAAAAMA/if2-u_YgsDE/s320/IMG423.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Lotus Bun and the Salmon Puff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The salmon puff doesn't look that appetizing cos I had to double fry it as the inside wasn't cook initially. So that's why it looks super oily. But it taste good, except for the oiliness. Just then when we're done with our stuffs, the rain started to pour heavily. We stood near the entrance of the Chong Pang Village under the shelter and just stare blanky in the sky to wait for it to drizzle or stop raining. There was once when the rain drizzled but then, Firhan create problem and was being big-headed cos he doesn't want to walk as he was enjoying the cooling breeze from the weather. After a few minutes of consoling, scolding and attracting him to something else to distract him, the rain started to pour again! We waited almost for an hour standing there! Then we decide to just cross the road. But Oh God! I hate my slippers and I hate tiled floor when it's raining. Let me tell you, DON'T EVER BUY COTTON ON SLIPPERS! Cos the rubber at the sole get worn off easily! But for those who insist, then it's up to you. It's just for your safety though. Eventually we reached home at 3.30pm and Firhan laughed at me and my sister cos we were totally drenched from head to toe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got back home and took another shower and went to solat. Afterwards, my sister offered me to eat her dish, a Korean dish, called Rice Cake. So nice of her :) And I took the opportunity to just ask her what ingredients she use and etc. She talked to me in a very nice manner. :D It was nice. I'm not really sure what are the spices she used, but there's the rice cake, fish cake, kimchi, carrots and topped with sesame seed. Take a look at the picture:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TI3N-ECN7Fw/TnCWo1vui6I/AAAAAAAAALw/rYaRuyYRS1Q/s320/IMG426.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the rest of the day I spent my time feeding Firhan, pray, surf internet and that's it. Tomorrow will be a day to the training of the Waterfire at Bedok Reservoir. From 9.30am all the way till 10pm. It's taking up the whole day, so that's why I blogged earlier today. Hope that I can sleep early tonight. Have a good day ahead peepos :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hadith of the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;p align="justify" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quranenglish.com/hadith/Sahih_Bukhari/008.htm"&gt;Volume 1, Book 8, Number 404:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quranenglish.com/hadith/Sahih_Bukhari/008.htm"&gt;Narrated Anas:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quranenglish.com/hadith/Sahih_Bukhari/008.htm"&gt;The Prophet said, "None of you should spit in front or on his right but he could spit either on his left or under his foot."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/2066726270218453879-903471060385180754?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/903471060385180754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=903471060385180754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/903471060385180754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/903471060385180754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/09/cold-but-warm-in-heart.html' title='Cold but warm in the heart'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dAKLWruVmqM/TnCgbV7OxBI/AAAAAAAAAL4/IPE7LCtyjkE/s72-c/IMG430.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-2975887566111901992</id><published>2011-09-13T23:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T23:56:47.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Reaction?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome back. Today was plain boring. Mama finally make her first move to talk to me but she woke me up very early in the morning today. She asked me if I want to follow her to Chong Pang. I just said "yes" and went to sleep. Hahaha. Then a few minutes later she woke me up again and told me to have my shower. After that Abah said he wanted to go to Woodlands Sheng Shiong instead. I was like "OMG, so far". But actually it's not. I overlooked that I'm staying in Yishun and not in Seng Kang.But before that I accompanied Mama to Chong Pang to buy Kakak's prata and Mama gave me money to buy bread from this huge Halal bread shop (cos she know I'm a bread addict and that you can rarely find Halal bread shops anywhere else). I bought 2 anyway. A garlic bread and this rolled-frank bread with vegetables in it). Didn't expect that Abah gonna eat breakfast at Woodlands checkpoint. When we arrived, he bought for me Chappati and we drank teh halia. (My favorite!!) I realize I've been talking a lot about food these days. Don't you think so? Hahaha! who cares! Anyway, we didn't buy a lot of stuffs there. Just the necessary ones for this week cos relatives will be coming! Yay! Cos i love the chaos! Before we left, I managed to capture some pictures of Firhan. I'm sure you've seen it in my FB. But if not, here are some adorable pictures of him:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--mM6wRwbmc8/Tm924FbSlDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/YA2GFmY2vak/s320/IMG413.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j46y1ciW9Gs/Tm923XcsDGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gCb6PBv_cXY/s320/IMG407.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-86S-oX7G3fQ/Tm93ampzF6I/AAAAAAAAAKg/DYYX61XLaus/s320/IMG415.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bI75GXlxiZk/Tm924bgGlvI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1JLtrflpISI/s320/IMG414.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we headed home. After helping Mama to store the items bought from Sheng Shiong, I went to recap my prayers from this old book. The reason was because I decided to start back praying, and that will be tomorrow morning. While I was recapping, something slipped onto my eye lid and fell onto the book. I don't know what it was. But I think it's a mosquito. Look at this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Hq5CpDtIkg/Tm924mRPXmI/AAAAAAAAAKY/nkjkZFdS2S4/s320/IMG418.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think it is?? It's totally gross. There's a lot of stripes on the body and the wings!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, that's the main focus of today's blog. And oh, I've changed my blog's background cos I'm bored with the previous one. I was having a hard time to find and match the right colors. And I was actually watching one of my favorite malay drama in Suria, BFF. In the midst of the drama, I teared at the part when the best friend knelt down and begged the girl not to leave to Finland for her attachment and that he wanted her to marry him. (Finally! He confessed!) They've known for 15 years anyway. It's sweet, that's why I cried. I mean, if a guy cry for a girl, it means he's sincere and truly love her. Hard to find such guys. And the show ended just like that. Wonder whether she will accept him. Hmm...Catch the last episode if you want to find out. It's on Tuesday @9.30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah. I still managed to finish up my blog design and now, I gonna spend some more time online, to..hmm..I don't know. Maybe read up some more hadiths ^^ Good night :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hadith of the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px; font-family:Merriweather;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Imam Sadiq (a.s.): Allah will forbid the Fire of Hell to touch your body if you control yourself when you are aroused, afraid. Hungry, angry, pleased or unhappy.&lt;/span&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/2066726270218453879-2975887566111901992?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/2975887566111901992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=2975887566111901992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/2975887566111901992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/2975887566111901992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/09/whats-your-reaction.html' title='What&apos;s Your Reaction?'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--mM6wRwbmc8/Tm924FbSlDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/YA2GFmY2vak/s72-c/IMG413.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-1645732876791546188</id><published>2011-09-12T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T00:40:06.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chloe Turned 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yaay for Chloe, who has turned 17 already. Finally, our age gap doesn't seem to be that far anymore although we always tend to forget our age. But oh wells, when friendship comes, age doesn't matter at all, right? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So how did it went? Well, basically, I didn't plan any surprise for her at all. Maybe because I want to make it as normal as possible. So... we've planned of eating MacDonald's breakfast for the past 1 month, ever since fasting month started. We were totally craving for it, well what can you say, we people just love food. Haha! So we decided to go after the fasting month and after our exams ended. Well, we did, just now, on her birthday. I know it might sound weird celebrating someone's birthday in Mac for breakfast, but who cares! So I ate this huge breakfast. Can't really remember what itwas, but there's 2 hotcakes, Mc muffins, scrambled eggs and two strip bacon with COLD milo. I know. It's huge. Now, I look like a glutton! Haha. And Chloe had something similar, but without the hotcakes and HOT milo. (I was dumbfounded to know that they actually have HOT milo, and Chloe laughed at me :/) Eventually, I gave away one of my hotcake to her, so basically, we end up eating the same thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we decided to watch...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PcticZxIfSo/Tm41TT_qPQI/AAAAAAAAAJw/uRFylaTc4GY/s320/The-Smurfs-Movie-Poster-7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The Smurfs. Oh, they're SMURFLINGLY CUTE! I just wished I had those live little minute Smurfs kept at home. Super adorable, especially Clumsy. Then after taht 2 hour show( I guessed), we went back to CHloe house to take her money 'cos she wanted to buy her TOMs shoe at Cineleisure. Oh God! When we finding our way out from ION, we had to exit from this escalator which leads to the Lucky Plaza. Oh please, there's this super stinky smell, worst than the drain smell, and the whole crowd who were the victims of the escalator (including us) had to cover our nose and mouth for God knows how long. It was DISGUSTING and Chloe said the smell it etched in her throat! Haha! Terrible! And we saw two men taking pictures at the underpass of us covering our faces. Guess, that's going on the news! After walking away from that hideous smell (TWICE), we finally reached our destination and went to find Chloe's TOMs shoe. Bad news, they don't have the color that she wants and they don't have the size for her. Oh pity that birthday girl. She was kinda upset initially cos she wanted to buy a shoe, by today. So we went around and then we came to Vans. Went it and were perplexed by the pretty shoes they have for females. My eyes were etched on the high cut wants, but oh wells. Need to save up first for my watch! Had a hard time convincing Chloe a nice shoe. (Trust me, I really sound like a sales person!!) And eventually, we came to a decision and she picked this purplish-grey with small stripes. It was very nice(the fist shoe that caught my eye actually). And guess what, she saved 2o bucks if she were to buy a TOMs shoe. After that, we headed back home, cos I was in a rush. (Mum was mad at me cos she wanted me to pluck her white hair but I came home late, well IT'S NOT LATE! I REACHED HOME AT 6!!) *sigh, she's not talking to me now :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway that's it for today. Oh oh, Firdaus asked me to teach him Geog just now. Although I love Geog, when I was teaching him, my brain was blank and I think I got migraine. Haha. Goodnight all. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*BTW, may I know who commented on my blog? Its anonymous, but thanks for the comment. Do indicate your name as well alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hadith of the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:Merriweather;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div align="Left"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hadith - Sahih Al-Bukhari 8.135, Narrated Abu Huraira, r.a.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="Left"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;Allah's Apostle &lt;img alt="Peace and blessings of Allah be upon him" border="0" height="18" src="http://muttaqun.com/graphics/saaws-long.gif" width="104" style="padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-right-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-left-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); -webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.199219) 0px 0px 20px; border-top-left-radius: 5px 5px; border-top-right-radius: 5px 5px; border-bottom-right-radius: 5px 5px; border-bottom-left-radius: 5px 5px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; " /&gt; said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-size:small;color:red;"&gt;"The strong is not the one who overcomes the people by his strength, but the strong is the one who controls himself while in anger."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="Left"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-size:small;color:red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="Left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/2066726270218453879-1645732876791546188?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/1645732876791546188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=1645732876791546188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/1645732876791546188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/1645732876791546188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/09/chloe-turned-17.html' title='Chloe Turned 17'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PcticZxIfSo/Tm41TT_qPQI/AAAAAAAAAJw/uRFylaTc4GY/s72-c/The-Smurfs-Movie-Poster-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-2520029090096671555</id><published>2011-09-12T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T01:06:40.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jalan Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DIMkSsto2FY/TmzhpErhG5I/AAAAAAAAAJo/qe5R0s22Hwc/s1600/Image1203.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DIMkSsto2FY/TmzhpErhG5I/AAAAAAAAAJo/qe5R0s22Hwc/s320/Image1203.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651139728190282642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NrnbRyXjnXU/TmzhPvWHlpI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6cc9zlEidB8/s1600/Image1201.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NrnbRyXjnXU/TmzhPvWHlpI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6cc9zlEidB8/s320/Image1201.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651139292966655634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While waiting for those slow pokes to come my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm back like 2 hours ago from jalan raya with my secondary school friends. They all met at 12.30pm at Yishun interchange to come over to my house first since my parents had to leave to Obek Yam's house afterwards. So they came and I find it awkward. Really awkward especially when Norul came a little later than the rest. Serving and talking to them was so weird. I'm not sure why. Spent about 1-2 hours at my house because it was raining heavily. After the rain starts to drizzle we then headed to Sima's house. Oh my. She's getting prettier, with her hijab. I'm sure more guys will fall for her now. Haha. Then went to Hafiz's. Oh from that house onwards I could feel my eyes getting spazzy. Moreover I was sitting right in front of the TV(oh it can kill my eyes!!) and the fan was just right next me. SO it just adds on to the sleepy-ness. Reason being, I couldn't sleep well because I was too excited for today. Then went to Oxy's, Mubin's and last house Dna's. I'm really tired right now, but the thing is that my eyes will get sleepy only when I'm right in front of my lappy. Once I switch it off, and there it goes, my eyes will be as wide as an owl. I want my sleep. That's my mission for these 1 and a half month holiday right? So get some sleep lady!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the main focus of today's blog is more on accompany. 'Cos I feel that this year raya is not as lively as the previous years. So yeah. As you know that I've already shifted house, and I don't stay in 2nd storey anymore. This time it's 11th storey. No more stairs but now, lift. I left Nex at about 10.15pm when all of us got separated. I reached Yishun at around 11pm. When I alighted the bus, there's this man in front of me who seems to be very mischievous. I wanted to overtake him but then he seem so scary, so I took my very own sweet time and just stay behind him. And omg, he walked super slow, like intentionally. What's worst, he puffed! Oh god, I had to press down my nose from breathing in the smoke. Terrible! Thank god, after I cross the zebra crossing, he went into another direction. Then I took the lift, alone. And there goes my heart. Dubdub, dubdub, dubdub. I didn't want to look anywhere else, but on the ground. FYI, the lift that I was in was the old type of lift. Imagine how slow it was and I was kinda terrified already. When I heard the "tink", I felt a little relieve. But another problem, the lift is placed so far from my doorstep. So I had to walked all the way alone, in the dark surrounding(all my neighbors shut their doors already!!) and rushed myself to find my keys and open the door. Thinking that my family is at home, so I would be more relieved. BUT NO! They haven't got home!!! Oh god! I quickly switched on all the lights, tried to turn on the TV but I didn't know which switch, so I called Abah. The feeling is really really terrible and frightening. One reason is because we just move in and secondly is because I'm totally not used to the high storey and taking lifts cos I really dislike to be in the lift either with a stranger or alone. Well, I really hope I can have someone to send me all the way back home, right to my doorstep and make sure I'm safe and sound at home and prevent me from being terrified. Trust me, even my sister was kinda in trauma today. She cried when she reached home 'cos she was somehow afraid of taking the lift alone. So please, can I have an accompany to send me back home every time if I were to reach home late? Pretty please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hadith of the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;div align="Left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hadith - Sahih Al-Bukhari 8.135, Narrated Abu Huraira, r.a.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="Left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;Allah's Apostle &lt;img alt="Peace and blessings of Allah be upon him" border="0" height="18" src="http://muttaqun.com/graphics/saaws-long.gif" width="104" style="padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-right-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-left-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); -webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.199219) 0px 0px 20px; border-top-left-radius: 5px 5px; border-top-right-radius: 5px 5px; border-bottom-right-radius: 5px 5px; border-bottom-left-radius: 5px 5px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; " /&gt; said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small; "&gt;"The strong is not the one who overcomes the people by his strength, but the strong is the one who controls himself while in anger."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-2520029090096671555?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/2520029090096671555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=2520029090096671555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/2520029090096671555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/2520029090096671555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/09/jalan-raya.html' title='Jalan Raya'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DIMkSsto2FY/TmzhpErhG5I/AAAAAAAAAJo/qe5R0s22Hwc/s72-c/Image1203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-513511078535633503</id><published>2011-09-11T11:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T11:29:07.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Happening</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm gonna talk about what I've been doing recently. Well, as some of you know, I have just recently moved to Yishun about 3 weeks ago on 3rd September. Due to my tight schedule I've not been going out lately and I really miss my peepos a lot. Really. Especially to Chloe, Noruls and Deana. Anyway, I also want to give a shout out to my senior, Sara. Recently, I'm back blogging and came across her blog. Tell you, its AMAAAZING. It's the first blog ever that I keep on going back every now and hen. Well, for you guys, especially girls, who are interested, please do visit her blog. You will be blown away. (Links are below) Besides that she has a very interesting giveaways for Singaporeans which you might be interested. So do check it out  yaw!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LINKS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;[Her blog]:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://s-chaeyoung.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;[Giveaway blog entry]:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; http://s-chaeyoung.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-3rd-4th-blog-giveaway-yayyyy.html&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;She even have youtube videos on the giveaways and etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dy7zmdKTSg8&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;And check out all about beauty by following this:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;https://twitter.com/#!/BeauteQueen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoyxz. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-513511078535633503?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/513511078535633503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=513511078535633503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/513511078535633503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/513511078535633503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/09/whats-happening.html' title='What&apos;s Happening'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-5013736534300466694</id><published>2011-09-11T01:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T01:46:42.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hadiths</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;'m finally back from the long day out to my relatives house on my dad's side. Well, initially the plan was to go as a family, however, Abah said that he was lazy and that he wanted to stay at home to finish up the leftover mess. So eventually, due to my insists, I went with Firman to follow Jujud(one of my youngest uncle on my dad side) and went to several houses, about 6-8 houses, if I'm not wrong. Well, the reason why I insisted to go was because I do not want my relatives to have the perception that my family do not want to visit them anymore. So it's better to have a representative from my family to visit them rather than not visiting them at all. So yeah. We did. I realized that I really have a lot of relatives, just that I didn't know for all these years. We went all around Singapore from Jurong to Bukit Batok to Bukit Merah and to Chua Chu Kang. Thank god Cik Man drove us around. Okay, I do not want to prolong about my day today, 'cos I'm really lerthagic. I had a morning run today at 6am with Firdaus. It has really been a long time since I jogged. My body ached totally from hands to abs to thighs and feet. See! Gain too much calories already. And tomorrow will be another long day because I'm going jalan raya with my secondary school mates. So, I've got to sleep pretty soon cos I'm really tired. And I do not want to add in those layers of the eye bag and the dark circles. But before that, I'm going to share something, which I've been thinking for quite some time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;For the past 3-4 months, something triggered me. Maybe it's due to the publications that I've seen in Facebook. It might have somehow influence me. Seeing those changes that my friends had made totally stumped me and kept me thinking. From the person I know know years ago, to the current situation. They've changed. But this change, is to a better. I guess. So what is it? You must be wondering. Well, I'm actually wondering and have been thinking a lot of wearing a hijab. I've yet to seek from my parents, but I've asked from several of my friends. Some said that if I'm not ready, then don't wear. And they said some negative things which might cause me not to wear it anymore. I have never been consulted by any of my friends to tell me to wear it. and give me good feedbacks. Well the thing is that, I really don't need any consultation on this, right? It's pretty much, my choice. If I'm ready and sincerely want to wear, then why not? After all, it provides a good, I mean its totally an optimistic action. So that has really kept me thinking. I think I'm going to ask Mama about this and Insya'allah, she will guide me along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Lastly, after reading my friend's blog on hadiths, I'm convinced and that I wished to post the wonderful Hadiths that I've read. From now on, Insya'allah, after every post I will quote one hadith for you guys, readers of my blog. As for today, this is for all women:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Chapter 3 : Evils behind Unnecessary Socialising of Unveiled Women &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Narrated by Ibn Mas'ud: Allah's Apostle said: “(Unveiled) woman is a cause of corruption. Once she goes out Satan beautifies her in the eyes of men (to seduce her as well as them). At her home, she is the closest (to the face) of her Lord.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;[Source: http://www.ahlalhdeeth.com/vbe/showthread.php?t=10873]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Dear readers, those Islam women, I encourage you to visit these sited rather than watching unnecessary stuffs on the social networking sites or any other sites. What I can say is that, I've once commit a sin, or probably I've got sins, so as you, no one is born to be perfect. However, one day, sooner or later, Allah will open your heart to make you realize that you're living in this world under His hands and control and that one day, you will realize your mistakes and that He will forgive your sins and lead you to the right path. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Goodnight all and will talk about my day tomorrow, Insya'allah. :)&lt;/span&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/2066726270218453879-5013736534300466694?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/5013736534300466694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=5013736534300466694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/5013736534300466694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/5013736534300466694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/09/hadiths.html' title='Hadiths'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-7012563039861714426</id><published>2011-09-09T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T23:16:17.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Know When To Stop</title><content type='html'>At some point of time, I will realize that I have done too much for someone, and the only next possible step to do is to stop. Leave them alone, walk away. It’s not like im giving up, and it’s not like I shouldn’t try. It’s just that I have to draw the line of determination from desperation. What is truly mine would eventually be mine and what is not, no matter how hard I've try, it will never be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-7012563039861714426?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/7012563039861714426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=7012563039861714426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/7012563039861714426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/7012563039861714426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/09/know-when-to-stop.html' title='Know When To Stop'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-5147777534459999992</id><published>2011-09-09T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T23:02:21.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allah Do Exist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Well, I don't own this post that I'm gonna talk about. I was blog hopping and was approached by one of my friend's awesome-ss blog. One of the tag was under Islam tag and it totally touched me. It's very heart-warming to be able to read such blog where you can rarely find. So here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed. As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation. They talked about so many things and various subjects. They eventually touched on the subject of God.&lt;br /&gt;Barber: I don't believe that God exists.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Why do you say that?&lt;br /&gt;Barber: Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn’t exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can’t imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things.&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;The customer thought for a moment, but didn’t respond because he didn’t want to start an argument. The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop. Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: You know what? Barbers don't exist.&lt;br /&gt;Barber: How can you say that? I am here. I am a barber, and I just worked on you!&lt;br /&gt;Customer: No! Barbers don’t exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside.&lt;br /&gt;Barber: Ah, but barbers DO exist! That’s what happens when people do not come to me.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Exactly! That’s the point! God, too, DOES exist! That’s what happens when people do not go to Him and don’t look to Him for help. That’s why there’s so much pain and suffering in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-5147777534459999992?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/5147777534459999992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=5147777534459999992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/5147777534459999992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/5147777534459999992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/09/allah-do-exist.html' title='Allah Do Exist'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-5663712704422891566</id><published>2011-09-09T00:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T01:11:47.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words that haunts</title><content type='html'>It seems like it has been years since I blog. Well, anyway, I'm back, hoping to start afresh. Anyway, I just wanted to post this before anything else. Recently, I've watched Letters to Juliet, and somehow it touched me. Made me tear a few drops near the ending. So here it is, it's a letter that Sophie writes to Claire, who was finding her true love, after 50 years.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Claire, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"what" and "if" are 2 words as non-threatening as words can be. But put them together side by side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life. What if? I don't know how your story ended but if what you felt then was true love then it's never too late. If it was true love then, why wouldn't it be true now? You need only the courage to follow your heart. I don't know what a love like Juliet's feels like, a love to leave loved ones for, a love to cross oceans for, but I'd like to believe, if I ever were to feel it, that I'd have the courage to seize it. I'm sorry Claire, but I hope you will. All my love, Juliet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't realize how such words can actually have the power to haunt us. It is in fact true. 'Cos all these years I've been haunted by assumptions with the companion of the words "what" and "if". "What if this thing happens..." "What if he/she..." Well, be aware that whatever it is have the courage to face whatever outcomes or whatever actions you are willing to put in. because the result is, you want to satisfy yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-5663712704422891566?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/5663712704422891566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=5663712704422891566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/5663712704422891566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/5663712704422891566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/09/words-that-haunts.html' title='Words that haunts'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-4917153348438853157</id><published>2011-08-12T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T21:18:19.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tearing Me Down</title><content type='html'>I'm such an idiot. Idiot girl who just wasted her bloody time. Seriously! When will I ever realize? URGH!! I'm never gonna accept anyone anymore. All of them are the same. Stop denying and say you're not. CAUSE INFACT, YOU ARE! IDIOT ME! But really. They just don't know how fragile our hearts are. How easily affected we can be even with the minute littlest things they do. URGH! I don't feel like blaming them, but it's really all my fault. How can I fall for such things? How can I treat everything so real when they are just temporary? Temporary, IDIOT! Wake up your idea! I just fell like screaming out loud! Why is it happening now, when exams are around the corner? It's killing me already. I know it's a challenge, but..*Sigh. Oh God, I pray that they will realize how easy our heart can fall into pieces. Oh god. Now I'm talking like some kind of emotional girl. Just one question, do you have to make me feel like there's nothing left of me? 'Cos I think you already did. Break everything that I have and tear me down as much as you want to. But just make sure you don't do the same to the other girls. they don't deserve that. You disappoint me. You weren't the kind I thought you were. I wish we never had the past and I wished we never met. Everything was just temporary. No explanations needed, 'cos pictures depicts it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-4917153348438853157?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/4917153348438853157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=4917153348438853157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/4917153348438853157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/4917153348438853157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/08/tearing-me-down.html' title='Tearing Me Down'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-6006503952093676513</id><published>2011-07-31T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T22:26:09.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan is here</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah. Ramadhan is here again. May Allah shower us with rahmat and hidayah during this holy month. Can't wait for tomorrow's appointment with the doctor and hopefully to remove my cast so that I can fast the next day. And also, I want to fulfill my wish again to visit the mosque and pray for terawih. Insya'allah. May Allah lead me to the right path. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-6006503952093676513?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/6006503952093676513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=6006503952093676513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/6006503952093676513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/6006503952093676513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/07/ramadhan-is-here.html' title='Ramadhan is here'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-3398359263078739602</id><published>2011-07-27T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T22:31:19.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya Allah</title><content type='html'>Ya Allah. Give me the strength to face all these obstacles. Give me the strength to do all my everyday work. I want to recover asap. So that I won't have to trouble anyone at home anymore, Ya Allah. I do not want to lose out in my studies and disappoint Mama and Abah. I'm sure behind all these, there is a reason for why I'm facing it. Ya Allah, forgive me and my sins. I want to go through the month of Ramadhan with my beloved family, Ya Allah. Guide me along and make me stay away from all the devils. Guide me along so that I will never lose off track. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-3398359263078739602?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/3398359263078739602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=3398359263078739602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/3398359263078739602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/3398359263078739602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/07/ya-allah.html' title='Ya Allah'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-6187260919067029742</id><published>2011-07-25T15:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T15:47:45.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too fast for me to hold on!</title><content type='html'>A very unexpected news! And a dramatic one. FYI, I'm having a very hard time to type right now. Well, basically, what happened??&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual, I woke up in the morning at 6.30 and took my shower. I was about to finish before I brush my teeth. Just when I took a few steps forward towards the showering tap to fill water in my mouth, I instantly fell. I even tried to run like a hamster to get myself up so that I won't fall. But then, I realize I was already lying flat on  the floor. Shockingly, I landed on my right elbow! I, myself don't know why out of so many parts of my body, my right elbow just came into contact with the ground first. Don't think that I'm safe! Cos I wasn't!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God Mama was in the kitchen. And just went she heard the loud thump on the ground, she screamed and asked me if I was okay. I could hear her voice rambling as if she was about to burst into tears. I didn't reply cos I literally couldn't get myself up. Then she got more panicked and threw lots of questions at me. I cried out loud and said that I couldn't get up and I totally can't move my right arm. She told me to try again (well she can't get into the toilet because it's locked!). So I gathered all my strength and pushes my heavy body up using my feet and my left hand, and that's when I felt the super stinging pain on my elbow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama carefully wrapped my "freezing" body and woke Abah up. He then hastily called the (not the ambulance of cos!), cab. Drove to CGH and got treated and consulted. Doctor said that there's a fracture. Now my right hand is suffering. It's suffocating from the plaster and the cast that's enveloping it tightly. Oh dear! I'm troubling everybody around me! Im eating with my left hand. I can't write. I can't put on clothes on myself. So many things that I'm being limited off! I'm sorry friends, I'm sorry Mama and Abah. Thousand apologies for troubling you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0QJ_ZO2XqYc/Ti0fOfcmdSI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/nEcxeLBduNw/s200/Image1148.jpg" /&gt;However, I'm really thankful to God! Thank God, it's just my right elbow and not my spine or my head. If not, I will either be paralyzed or have concussion! And thank God Mama already woke up if not I would probably faint in the toilet! Alhamdullilah. Pray for me guys! I want to recover quickly!! Exams are coming and I do not want to lose out in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-6187260919067029742?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/6187260919067029742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=6187260919067029742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/6187260919067029742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/6187260919067029742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/07/too-fast-for-me-to-hold-on.html' title='Too fast for me to hold on!'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0QJ_ZO2XqYc/Ti0fOfcmdSI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/nEcxeLBduNw/s72-c/Image1148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-7931021813716996303</id><published>2011-07-19T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T21:39:10.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>Wahai penguasa alam semesta&lt;div&gt;Aku lemah tiada berdaya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duhai pencipta seisi jagat raya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apuni aku atas segala dosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-7931021813716996303?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/7931021813716996303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=7931021813716996303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/7931021813716996303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/7931021813716996303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/07/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-7597053353321025358</id><published>2011-07-18T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T23:23:41.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Be Too Ecstatic</title><content type='html'>Damn! Monday was horrible! Oh gosh! I can't believe we like ran around the whole school just now. I'm not talking about some kind of marathon or anything that's in your head right now, but it's about doing some really really last minute work. It's our submission for Communication Skill project. Actually we went for the consultation like last week. We were really happy that Mr Ramesh didn't comment much about our report and he seemed satisfied with our work(I guess). We saw like how other groups' report were practically cancelled with red ink for a lot of their charts. As for ours, he DIDN'T even cancel anything! However, all this stress-relieving was totally not relieving AT ALL when we got to know that the submission was at 12 pm sharp! And guess what time our classmates inform us about that info? 11.50am! What's more, it was during our OB lesson! Basically, after we heard that info, we dashed instantly to the library to print. (Didn't care much about the OB lesson as Comm. Skill is so much important at that period of time) And guess what! Only Hids brought her matrix card. So she went in alone. But eventually can't find the printer. Then she passed her matrix card to Chloe and then another problem. The printer was in used, stated, 36 documents waiting! OH MY GOD! How terrible can our lives be?! Then suddenly Hids took out her ez-link and her IC. Didn't know that we can use that to enter the library! SO we went in and went to search for another printer. Again, another problem arrived. The computer can't open my file! We were so frustrated and eventually went to the bookshop (I swear it wasn't near), and bought like I think 50 pieces of paper so that we can print in the lab. So we went and print, all done! Don't think that we are done with all that and had no problems after that! We realized there were 2 problems after we printed: No page numbering AND the content table page numberings were all not aligned! We heck it and just drop the freaking report into Mr Ramesh locker. Guess how long we took overall? 1 HOUR!!! 1 hour late for our report submission! Mr Ramesh must be disappointed in us! Haish :( Karma beats it all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-7597053353321025358?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/7597053353321025358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=7597053353321025358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/7597053353321025358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/7597053353321025358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/07/never-be-too-ecstatic.html' title='Never Be Too Ecstatic'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-7978655405817911246</id><published>2011-07-16T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T22:20:30.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a reason to live</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ztFeo51xnfg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-7978655405817911246?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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Got whacked by the black wooden object which is used to violent her back then. Why did you let your tears to trickle down when all this while he has never treat you as part of the family? When all this while he has always been very rude to you and hurt you deeply. You felt sympathized for him. What's more, that little child was left there watching all the violence happening and you didn't realize that he was crying. How could you? How could you leave that child alone? He cried bitterly, knowing how bestiality the situation was. You could sense his feeling when he hugged you tightly knowing that his terrified. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16 more days to go to the fasting month. I can't wait for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-6815772262273536988?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/6815772262273536988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=6815772262273536988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/6815772262273536988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/6815772262273536988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/07/like-beast.html' title='Like a beast'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-7624988320940130027</id><published>2011-07-15T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T23:19:58.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Games</title><content type='html'>You made me think, think for a little longer whether to just forgive and forget about all the things that you have done so far. I made a second thought and decided not to give in this time round. Well, basically I'm just sick and tired with all your games. Maybe if I turn in this time, you will take advantage again. I just don't understand why you can't say the truth and had to beat around the bush just to make me "believe" you. But oh no. Please. There is a limit to my trust. Especially when it comes to you. Don't even mention about being a friend, 'cos friends don't treat each other like that. It's so ironic to hear that you want to reconcile. Not sure either if what you said was the truth and sincerely forgiving. Oh wait. I shouldn't say it's forgiving,m 'cos you don't have to! And yeah, whatever shit that you hear from your friends, IT'S REALLY UP TO YOU TO BELIEVE, cos I've got no guilts about it. You rather believe rumors than believing this person whom I THINK you used to trust before. Pfft! Whatever la. Very irritating! Thinking about stuffs which doesn't even bring any benefits to me. So why should I care right? Especially when they treat you like a piece of shit. Really. It's very idiotic of you to actually avoid yourself from me just because I'm closer to another one. You want to know the reason why? The reason why I'm so much closer to her even until now?? It's because, we BOTH try to understand each other and TRY to keep in touch. I REALLY MEAN IT, BY TRYING! If you want to be friends, then WHY AVOID??! GAHH! I don't understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-7624988320940130027?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/7624988320940130027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=7624988320940130027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/7624988320940130027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/7624988320940130027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/07/your-games.html' title='Your Games'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-5277999938804236739</id><published>2011-07-15T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T21:30:45.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm happy to see that FINALLY you are on my stalker list. At least I think that you care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-5277999938804236739?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/5277999938804236739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=5277999938804236739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/5277999938804236739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/5277999938804236739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/07/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-1403354571695787352</id><published>2011-07-13T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T00:06:27.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#STAY STRONG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You can take everything I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can break everything I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I'm made of glass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I'm made of paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go on and try to tear me down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be rising from the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the smoke clears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I awaken and untangle you from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would it make you feel better to watch me while I bleed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my windows still are broken but I'm standing on my feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go run run run I'm gonna stay right here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch you disappear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go run run run  it's a long way down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm closer to the clouds up here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIKE A SKYSCRAPER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU MANDE ME FEEL THIS WAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-1403354571695787352?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/1403354571695787352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=1403354571695787352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/1403354571695787352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/1403354571695787352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/07/stay-strong.html' title='#STAY STRONG'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-408045608833236766</id><published>2011-07-11T02:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T02:50:44.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SpazzyEyes</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I'm like still awake, or should I say, forcing my eyes to open up wide, just to do this IHt project! Sore butt, sleepy eyes. Please, I want my sleep! I don't think I can survive tomorrow. Oh god! 9 a.m. in the morning. And guess what, though we end school like at 1, we got RHT project to complete tomorrow!! GAH! Can you please kill me now. I WANT TO DIE!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I've watched Monte Carlo today, oh no, I mean yesterday at Tampines Mall. Bonjour and au revoir! HAHAHA. It was really a nice movie and it was quite hilarious. Oh well, see whose the actress, it's SELENA GOMEZ!! She's way better at acting than singing. Her new single was super URGH! I'm sorry, but seriously, it's getting worst. But I should say that the best song is Who Says. That's all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gaaaah! I'm so sleepy and tired and weak and brain dead and blah blah blah. Dear God, keep me strong please. Alright then. Adios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-408045608833236766?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/408045608833236766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=408045608833236766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/408045608833236766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/408045608833236766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/07/spazzyeyes.html' title='SpazzyEyes'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-2705021682436839317</id><published>2011-07-10T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T00:16:24.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Make Me Leave</title><content type='html'>So spacious. So empty. Almost everything in the dining hall have been cleared. No sofas, no cupboards. We're left sitting on this marble floor. I don't know why, but I'm starting to feel upset now. No way it's gonna happen. But I know, I'm just lying to myself. 'Cos after all, IT WILL HAPPEN! Two months time, then it will be a farewell. *Sigh. As I removed all the decorations in my room, packed all the stuffs in here, it feels like as if I'm tarnishing something very meaningful to me. Something which I don't want to let go. Felt like hugging this whole house of mine and carry it somewhere so that no one can take that away. Really! That two months is not enough! The time will eventually come, I know. :(&lt;div&gt;Adios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-2705021682436839317?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/2705021682436839317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=2705021682436839317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/2705021682436839317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/2705021682436839317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/07/dont-make-me-leave.html' title='Don&apos;t Make Me Leave'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-7574567889366629111</id><published>2011-07-08T22:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T23:26:55.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally! IHT presentation's over! Didn't know that I managed to actually limit my timing to present within 5 MINUTES! Gosh. I still can't believe it's over. It was unexpected though that my name was called after Hids. (And guess what, Mr Kwok actually pronounced my name as "Case Bella"!) Honestly, my heart raced like throughout the whole presentation! It totally didn't stop, even for a second! For goodness sake! It was terrifying! Though how much of presentation experience you actually have , eventually you will still have this fear, like a stage fright. But anyway, at least now I don't have to worry about presenting next week since mine's over. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm really smiling tomyself right now. Haha. I don't know why. It's not like as if I've got my love or anything, but I don't know why. The way everybody misses us is so lovely. I'm so glad that I've met a few of my juniors just now. Though Noruls and I came late, like totally at the wrong time, we managed to meet a few people. And yeah, I met my twin! At first Syaf gave me this look, from a distant. Then as she approached me nearer, she just kept staring at me. Haha. It was awkward. I instantly stood up and hugged her knowing that she wants it. Hahaha. She's so cute laa. I asked her why she gave me that look, she said it's unbelievable. Since we've never seen each other for quite some time, she felt that it was as if she's looking in the mirror of her own reflection when she saw me. It's because we totally look alike. From the back, from our smile, from the way we walk. And our height! (Gah! She's tall for her age man!) Haha. Though we didn't really have the time to actually talk longer, I'm still elated. It really feels good when everybody misses you. Even when I just alighted from the bus to go to Bartley, Adilah and Afiqah screamed and wrapped their arms around me. How wonderful to have such juniors! Miss them a lot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w0p77-VjWc4/ThcggNn_vkI/AAAAAAAAAI4/mUmyY7kCaR8/s200/183259_10150100872973165_745258164_6462040_6012411_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d34KacxvzdA/Thcggd714CI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8kdQIhL96Fw/s200/248004_10150186382353661_608998660_6954028_7499882_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-shP9YrgP6Qg/ThcgghkHAgI/AAAAAAAAAJI/veiFZeBO2_4/s200/165539_131619000234445_100001590380136_197608_1572030_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me,                               Syafiqah,                       Us(this was like back then in January!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Don't we look alike??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, after that, Noruls somehow begged me to watch Transformers with her and the rest. Pocket got hole la. Haha. But she insisted and so I decided to watch it with her since she was kinda upset for some reason. She even paid half of my ticket. Haha. Love her. But! She was like killing my feet! I had to run with my heels and in my formal dress code! Because, practically we were somehow late for the movie. But halfway when we reached Nex, she actually carried my bag and we ran together. Like a couple. Hahaha. No. I'm just kidding! Well, the movie..it was great. Really an awesome movie. I don't know why the guys find it suckish! Dude! Can't you differentiate a really good movie and a suckish movie??? Sigh. No comments. Adios. That's all for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-7574567889366629111?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/7574567889366629111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=7574567889366629111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/7574567889366629111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/7574567889366629111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/07/smiling.html' title='Smiling'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w0p77-VjWc4/ThcggNn_vkI/AAAAAAAAAI4/mUmyY7kCaR8/s72-c/183259_10150100872973165_745258164_6462040_6012411_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-2883132440350893467</id><published>2011-07-05T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T22:40:02.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>十七 日</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Sometimes I just don't understand why there is a need for you to discriminate me, or basically look down on me. I just don't understand. Your words are getting even sharper as days passed. Can I even clique with you anymore? *Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;3 more days to IHT presentation. (First ever formal presentation!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;8 more days to Harry Potter and The Deathly Hollows Part 2.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;8-13 days to Demi Lovato's new single on Amazon and iTunes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;26 more days to the fasting month.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;1 month and 4 days to Commendation Day back at Bartley.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;4 months and 13 days to The Breaking Dawn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;1Y1M1D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Well basically I've been doing a countdown for numerous activities! Either am I impatient for those dates or I just can't wait to get over it.. Haha. Wish me good luck for my presentation this Friday as I walk with my suit and stiletto(I guess).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Adios. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-2883132440350893467?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/2883132440350893467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=2883132440350893467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/2883132440350893467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/2883132440350893467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='十七 日'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-7850042395540542006</id><published>2011-07-03T23:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T21:00:01.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>Honestly, it was mediocre. I'm talking about my efforts towards the previous term test. Though I scored for all of them, it wasn't suffice.&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, I hope you realize. I'm not saying that I'm not happy for you. In fact I am. Though his appearance isn't constant, at the very least you are meeting him. At the very least, he's talking to you. Of course, I'm elated for that 'cos you are. But sometimes, I really hope you understand. I really hope you can see it through as my friend. Sometimes it actually hurts me to hear all that. 'Cos you know what I'm actually facing. Although occasionally, we're on the same boat, but actually there's something that I'm facing isn't as lucky as yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I hope that you would actually care to reflect on what you've said. Care to actually notice that your words harms, though it was just some littlest thing that you didn't mean to. But it makes you becoming naive. I mute. No reactions. 'Cos it affects me. I don't want to be so emotional about it, but sometimes it just envelopes my whole-being. I don't need you to feel sympathy. I just want you to be careful with your words. I'm not as susceptible as you think I am. You will slowly see it through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A quote which says: "A friend is someone who understands your past, believes in your future, and accepts you just the way you are."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-7850042395540542006?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/7850042395540542006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=7850042395540542006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/7850042395540542006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/7850042395540542006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/07/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-4298797502264430565</id><published>2011-06-30T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T21:45:57.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ola</title><content type='html'>Retrieved term test results. Alhamdullilah, I pass all of them! But obviously, it wasn't satisfying. Time will fly at an instant again, and by the time, I will be seating for my exams. Projects that are focused on now is MicroEcons and IHT. Thinking that it will be easy, but it isn't! *Sigh. I seriously don't know what I'm going blog about. Losing all my enthusiasm in blogging due to the tight school schedule. &lt;div&gt;Urgh! Another wisdom tooth is growing! This time round is on my left side. Chewing on the right is really tiring though I've been used to it previously! Can I extract that wisdom tooth please. It's killing me! :'( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it for today. Adios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-4298797502264430565?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/4298797502264430565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=4298797502264430565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/4298797502264430565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/4298797502264430565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/06/ola.html' title='Ola'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-1821863175840414691</id><published>2011-06-27T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:32:36.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drained-outz</title><content type='html'>Today is the first ever Monday blues that I've got. I'm all drained out of energy. Eyes barely open throughout the whole day in school. Took the opportunity to sleep, I mean like in a deep slumber, during OB lecture when the lecturer showed a video on Groupthink(28mins vid! How long can that be!) After that had OB tutorial and I could honestly say that I've already switched off my brain until...Mr Chew gave our OB term test paper back to check our marks. Guess what?! I've pass. Alhamdullilah. That's the only time when I got wide awake. Then, had to stay in school 'till 3+ to finish up our FILA chart. We were quite productive today as we managed to complete it(almost actually). But oh, Chloe said I was very quiet. My fatigue-ness just disfunction my whole brain. The late night sleep to finish up the projects are already killing me. I need the energy! Ah gosh! Thought that I can sleep a little earlier today,  but my brothers have already started schooling. That means, the chores are back! How I wish I can just hire a domestic helper to do all the house chores at home so that everyone in the house doesn't need to do any housework. Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-1821863175840414691?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/1821863175840414691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=1821863175840414691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/1821863175840414691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/1821863175840414691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/06/drained-outz.html' title='Drained-outz'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-430720280644599920</id><published>2011-06-26T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T00:31:59.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paused</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to talk about Abah's business today. But oh, my head, my brain! Not functioning at this period of time. My eyes, it's barely open! Good night good night. Adios. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-430720280644599920?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/430720280644599920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=430720280644599920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/430720280644599920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/430720280644599920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/06/paused.html' title='Paused'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-1215063103772581970</id><published>2011-06-24T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T23:28:54.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Synchronies Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Do you remember, we used to say "Let's sleep together, now." Hahaha. It sounds funny when we said that. And, remember, sometimes we waited for each other to do our own stuffs first and then decided to go to sleep at the same timing after that. I wonder if other friends does that to their friends. And it's kind hilarious when we kept on teasing each other. Well, I can say that I miss all of those memories. Although I was too busy with my school that has really kept me being distracted from all of that, honestly, I yearn it.  But oh wells.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Anyway, Chloe, Hidster and I, infact everyone in LRM year 1 are chasing their time to meet all the projects deadline. Saw most of them in school just now busy doing BCS, especially. It's the subject that kills me terribly. This 2 weeks of term break wasn't enough. Not only wasn't it enough for leisure but also there's no time to finish up our projects! TIME IS RUNNING OUT! I really wonder, and even until now, what did I actually do during my 1st week of the term break. Seriously! I don't even know what I did!! I barely remember anything. This shows how much time flies. How much time I've wasted slacking(I guess). Okay. I better stop blogging now and get my ass off to do Comm. Skill assignment. *Sigh. Adios. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-1215063103772581970?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/1215063103772581970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=1215063103772581970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/1215063103772581970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/1215063103772581970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/06/love-synchronies-pain.html' title='Love Synchronies Pain'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-4773337738493285122</id><published>2011-06-22T22:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T22:27:16.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warmth of Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saw the smiles on their faces. Heard their on-going laughter. Felt the loving warmth in heaven. Oh, how I wish everyday will be like today. The chaos in the house does make everyone happy, especially Mama. Firhan's overjoyed because his brothers and sisters have been at home for the these past few days. He always give a count check to make sure that we're all here. It's funny to see him turning his head to the back, and then smiles as he sees all 4 of us there, walking together as a family. And when we're at home, he just stands in the middle of the hall, and create an entertainment of himself as he gets everyone's attention. How adorable. Well, that's my brother. :) However, these happy moments will end soon as school's term break and holiday(for my brothers) will be over in 4 more days. Mama and Firhan will be all alone at home. I really hope all these happiness can prolong, just as how an ideal family have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ynMKzW4PBEQ/TgH7AhFT_rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/4OyJdkfttDs/s320/IMG_0559.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621049796234313394" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Firhan @ Changi Airport on 21st June 11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-4773337738493285122?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/4773337738493285122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=4773337738493285122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/4773337738493285122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/4773337738493285122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/06/warmth-of-joy.html' title='Warmth of Joy'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ynMKzW4PBEQ/TgH7AhFT_rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/4OyJdkfttDs/s72-c/IMG_0559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-501482938070585857</id><published>2011-06-22T00:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T01:06:57.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Mama.</title><content type='html'>Ola. I know I'm all into this hysterical clown mode because I'm so glad that I've finally spend a great time together with my family, all 7 of us. Usually either me or my sis won't be around. Went to our all time favorite place to chill: Changi Airport. It's really a peaceful place. You can feel how rejuvenating it will be as you stood by the glass panel watching the airplane taking off or even landing onto the foot of S'pore. Okay. I sound so Albert Einstein right now. But, really. It's true. And oh, I finally managed to download games for my phone so that it can clear my boredom and depression.&lt;div&gt;Well, that mode is slowly fading 'cos there's something that's troubling me. Something which I don't wish to see. Something which makes me react the same way to what the soul is doing. The tears at the brink of her eyes. I could see it. Oh please. Please don't cry. Let me take your sorrow away as soon as I'm old enough to be there for you. Let me be the one who create the joy in you. I want that to happen. Please. Allow me. I hate to see that tears tricking down every second. I'm always here for you. I promise. And again, I said, I promise...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-501482938070585857?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/501482938070585857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=501482938070585857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/501482938070585857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/501482938070585857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-mama.html' title='Oh Mama.'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-9146968087580514092</id><published>2011-06-21T02:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T00:44:23.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That 'Tiny Bit'</title><content type='html'>That tiny bit of act that you've done can really change my whole attitude towards you. Yeah. I can be that very lively girl who talks to you every time you feel bored and doesn't mind video calling you(since I'm bored too). But hey, look. It's all in the past. You've hurt me deeply 3 years back, and now what? Dude, you've already got a girlfriend. Get a life and stop trying to flirt(not sure if you are, but it seems like it). You just can't stop hurting all the girls don't you? Initially it was Azura, then me, then some other 3 girls(or maybe more). I would say that I really pity all those who have to go through your stupid relationship. You're just a total selfish jerk who doesn't seem to care about the littlest thing that we've did. All you care is about you, yourself and what's more, your bike! Sometimes I wonder, when will you open your eyes and heart and realizes everything that's happening around you. Well, I've just played along with you and tried being bitchy. How does it feel now? Felt being "pushed down" huh? Really? I'm sure it wasn't enough 'cos I believed you've pushed us, girls, way worst than that. I'm not really trying to be a bitch to hit a revenge on you(well at least I wished I could), but, I just want you to realize. I really hope that you will never hurt any more girls, especially the current one that you're with now. It's really terrible seeing guys making girls cry. Hearing all those stories from Azura about how jerk you are. I really don't know what you want. Every other girl have already eradicated both your msn and fb, except me. Cos I've always thought that I could change you. But it seems that I'm wrong. Having to think of it, you will never change that flirtatiousness in you. Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-9146968087580514092?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/9146968087580514092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=9146968087580514092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/9146968087580514092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/9146968087580514092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/06/that-tiny-bit.html' title='That &apos;Tiny Bit&apos;'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-5506751893360458015</id><published>2011-06-19T23:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T23:43:51.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrifying</title><content type='html'>Oh. Great. Just great. Now Jenny is talking about the shifting house to Yishun. The thought of it was far from my mind ever since school start, but now? Talking about "neighbors" like him(we're just one road away), about how develop Seng Kang will be later, about how distant I will be with all my close friends. And oh, something way worse than that, how far my house will be from school. *Sigh. The ecstasy of moving to Yishun is slowly fading as I won't be able to celebrate the holy month in my new home. I'm not sure if I'm all excited for it anymore. Really. Having all the pessimistic thoughts is really horrifying. However, I've got to keep up with it. I've got no choice.&lt;div&gt;Jenny is asking if I've got bf. I paused for a moment. He just flattered me saying that I'm romantic and that I should have one. Hahaha. He just made me laugh hysterically. His annoying right? Okay okay. Got to turn in soon for gym tomorrow with Jenny. Adios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-5506751893360458015?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/5506751893360458015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=5506751893360458015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/5506751893360458015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/5506751893360458015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/06/horrifying.html' title='Horrifying'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-8905456172216200541</id><published>2011-06-18T00:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T01:04:30.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost For Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Distracted so much with the projects that are required to submit in the nearing week. And, preparing presentation, like real talking with slides going on, is really tough. However, along the way  it benefits me though. 1) I gain more knowledge on the site that I'm researching on. 2) I learn how to make nice and really cool effect from power point, thanks to this 'youtuber'. 3) I'm distracted from all the unnecessary things. Hu hu hu. I'm still doing my PP. Guess that caffeine from Starbucks' drink is making me awake. Oh wells, stop blogging and get your hands back to work. Adios. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KP5Sc42PLhU/TfuHpLSMS-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/Vvg3IAhBmZE/s320/The%2BRitz-Carlton%2BMillennia%2BSingapore.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619234101548305378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Some pictures taken from the trip to The Ritz-Carlton Milennia Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-8905456172216200541?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/8905456172216200541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=8905456172216200541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/8905456172216200541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/8905456172216200541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/06/lost-for-time.html' title='Lost For Time'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KP5Sc42PLhU/TfuHpLSMS-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/Vvg3IAhBmZE/s72-c/The%2BRitz-Carlton%2BMillennia%2BSingapore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-7349431038760316017</id><published>2011-06-15T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T01:12:22.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miffed</title><content type='html'>Today just seem to be a terrible day for me. Woke up in the morning hearing noises from my irritating brother. He seriously can't shut his mouth up. But what's worst is that the whole day I'm stuck with this flu. I feel very miffed. Everything around me today just annoys me. I'm not sure why. And this heat! Is it the weather or is it just me? Seriously?! I've been lazing around, lying on my bed the whole day watching The Secret Life Of An American Teenager just to get some entertainment. And then, that show just piss me off when the episode stops halfway. Got mad at both my parents as I was too frustrated with this sick-ling feeling. Just have the urge of throwing tantrums at everyone else. But, *sigh. I know it's not right. I just wish someone would be there and make my day, cheer me up, even if it's for awhile. However, one thing for sure, my feet is healing. Alhamdullilah.  :) That's all that I'm happy for today. Chiaoz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-7349431038760316017?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/7349431038760316017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=7349431038760316017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/7349431038760316017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/7349431038760316017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/06/miffed.html' title='Miffed'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-3017859857198949392</id><published>2011-06-14T01:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T01:54:23.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crutches?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The reason why I'm still up is because of my dad's biggest project that is happening on 26th June. I think not only did I strain my leg, but also my eyes! It's kinda heavy now, but thank God, I'm done with it. Hopefully he's happy with what I've done so far and please, I don't want to make any amendments.  Basically, I'm just too tired! Having the hard time walking back from CP all the way to my house was really laborious. The stingy pain on my feet just got worst as soon as Chloe and I parted from Vivo. I could say that I look worst than how Mas Selamat limped. Suffering from the agony of that twinge, alone, was really terrible. At that moment in time I wished I could just collapse and wait for someone to carry me back home(like real). However, I gathered my strength eventually and managed to reach home safely. Thank God. Tried soaking my feet in ice, rub with the Ammeltz Yoko Yoko and even the Voren gel. It doesn't seem to be helping. I guess there's a need to seek for medical help if the pain still persists. Really, I wonder, why is this happening?&lt;div&gt;Anyway, although it was tedious walking around just now @ Ritz Carlton, I had fun with Chloe though. Phrase of the day: "Our eventful life." Chiaoz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QwTpeGzGALs/TfZOnvEyIrI/AAAAAAAAAIY/pizjKfZBtBc/s320/IMG_0630.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617764029749666482" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-3017859857198949392?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/3017859857198949392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=3017859857198949392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/3017859857198949392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/3017859857198949392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/06/reason-why-im-still-up-is-because-of-my.html' title='Crutches?'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QwTpeGzGALs/TfZOnvEyIrI/AAAAAAAAAIY/pizjKfZBtBc/s72-c/IMG_0630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-7852043480271372412</id><published>2011-06-11T22:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T01:05:49.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dis-I-Like</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~Don't make someone your priority when they made you an option.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm super elated. Just received a call from D. Will be seeing her and Noruls real soon. Make my 2 weeks of holiday a fruitful one. Please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My right big toe hurts. And if I were to bend it, it stings! I guess, it's really been a long time since I walk a lot. i'm talking about 2 hours walk. I wouldn't say that the jaunting up to Henderson Wave was torturing, but the aftermath is having the difficulty to walk , now, is kinda tedious. But overall, it was an accomplishment though. I survive! (just with 1 banana for my brunch)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g_nenO6mb88/TfOfhjjQLhI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/YfjrHp7nTRU/s320/IMG_0536.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617008559088741906" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-7852043480271372412?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/7852043480271372412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=7852043480271372412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/7852043480271372412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/7852043480271372412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/06/shagged.html' title='Dis-I-Like'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g_nenO6mb88/TfOfhjjQLhI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/YfjrHp7nTRU/s72-c/IMG_0536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-8741982224484122349</id><published>2011-06-11T09:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T09:47:59.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gooood Morning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is the first time ever, I'm writing a blog in the morning! I'm supposed to be sleeping soundly now, BUT! Chloe kept on text-ing me. And damn! My ringtone was super loud. Well it's kinda chaotic today as the CDS selection(extra subjects) will be opening @ 10am. And everyone will be rushing in to select their subject choices. She's in school now and will be having her SA orientation @ 9+. So basically she needs my help, but the thing is that she haven't even decide her choices yet. Irritating or not this girl? Haha. Head kinda heavy now but I don't think I will be able to sleep back. Didn't get a good sleep yesterday though, in fact hours ago. Managed to get like only 5 hours of  sleep. *Yawn yawn. &lt;/span&gt;I guess karma hits me today. :( &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Anyway, these are the subjects that I've chosen:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Freehand drawing (DES)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Intro to language and culture(japanese) (HSS)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Understanding Art (HSS)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Music:Expression &amp;amp; Application (HSS)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Colour &amp;amp; Composition (DES)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully I can get my first 2 choices. *Praying hard. I just need some drawing to do in Poly. Add colors in my life puh-leeeese!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chiaoooz :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2066726270218453879-8741982224484122349?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/8741982224484122349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=8741982224484122349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/8741982224484122349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/8741982224484122349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/06/gooood-morning.html' title='Gooood Morning!'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-2676931201778173066</id><published>2011-06-11T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T00:22:41.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When the teacher said that there's good news,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lix4q5QOpP1qdwd8q.gif" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Holiday time!" and everyone goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lm52rjfyEU1qekkfi.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/2066726270218453879-2676931201778173066?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/2676931201778173066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=2676931201778173066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/2676931201778173066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/2676931201778173066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/06/fun.html' title='Fun?'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-6303907644740018272</id><published>2011-06-09T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T21:34:02.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, to be young and worry-free</title><content type='html'>Reading Cecily von Ziegesar. Ouh, who cares who the author is. Anyway, I've got 4 books in my room now, staring at me, waiting to get my hands on them. But currently, am "obsessed" with Gossip Girl- You're the one that I want. Two more chapters to go and I'm all set for And Then I Found Out The Truth by Jennifer Sturnman. Well, like what Chloe said, basically all the books that I've borrowed are all about teen's problems. Love life, college, friends and many more. That's just what interest me.&lt;div&gt;Today's test? Entered the room. When the invigilator went to adjust the air-con, I noticed, some lip-whispering, and they went: "Oh my God! How to do that question?" and then the others went: "I also don't know!!" I could see how theatrical their expression were. It's like there's a stamp on their face saying "I'M DOOMED!" Fee Fie Foe Fum! I could smell tears of disappointment. And as for myself, "Hmm..no comments." But prayed that I can score well for all the papers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the paper, we weren't sure whether to rejoice or feel upset. Rejoice because that's our last paper. Upset because we didn't think we put our best effort for all the papers. We were bewildered. Went to Tampines library to borrow some more books. And Chloe thought of getting something sweet. And I said that I felt like eating Auntie's Anne. Surprisingly, Chloe had the same thought as well. So we grabbed our pretzel and Chloe bought an additional "sweet stuff"- KOI. Till then, we meet again, soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's check it out. Check out his vest. His vest? Check out his boots. His boots? Check out his hair. Check out his items? Check out his attitudes. Attitudes? Check out his bre-ath! "Ouhkay, I'm leaving!" Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-6303907644740018272?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/6303907644740018272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=6303907644740018272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/6303907644740018272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/6303907644740018272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-to-be-young-and-worry-free.html' title='Oh, to be young and worry-free'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-2000738674960082160</id><published>2011-06-08T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T00:24:58.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moschino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Woosh woosh. Heard the strong wind torpidly pushed the trees and they swayed, hard.&lt;/div&gt;While studying for RHT, my Moschino hand cream leaked! Now, the strong fragrance just enveloped my whole bedroom. Smells nice though. Hehs. &lt;div&gt;Anyways, I just finish studying for RHT. Once again, information loaded. Hopefully I can spill everything out on the paper tomorrow. And aftermath, celebration! Woots woots! 2 weeks of holiday. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's so many things to say. I'm stuck with 'Rolling in the deep' by Adele. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We could have had it all, rolling in the deep, you had my heart inside your hand, and you played it to the beat."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, I can't wait for the release of Demi's single album~Got My Girls. I'm so gonna grab that once it's release.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thirdly, Noruls just told me something that I've been longing to hear. We will be reuniting, I'm talking about the TRIOS, I hope so. I want my sisters back. Pretty please. Please make that happen. I really miss them a hell lot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chiaoz. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-2000738674960082160?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/2000738674960082160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=2000738674960082160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/2000738674960082160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/2000738674960082160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/06/moschino.html' title='Moschino'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-8331687158456033011</id><published>2011-06-07T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T22:38:57.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough</title><content type='html'>"Kata-kata cinta hanya dalam novel..."-Ronnie from Embun &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I have already sat for 2 of my mid-term test. I could feel that huge amount of pain in my head. Every time the stress strikes, I just feel like banging my head on the wall. Seriously! OB was tough as there are a lot of theories to remember. MicroEcons was tough as well, as there are so many graphs and formulas which are almost similar. Alas, for MicroEcons paper today, it was terrible as I didn't manage to finish my paper! That 1 hour was seriously not enough! Grr! Wattage of the paper is 100, and I've wasted 12 marks for not completing some of my questions. Well, hopefully I didn't make a lot of mistakes. My last paper is on Thursday and that is RHT. And, unfortunately for this module, there's so many steps to remember. *Sigh. Life is really tough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, not forgetting, thank you Hidayah Lubis. I love the jumpsuit. It's beautiful. Love you. Muah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-8331687158456033011?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/8331687158456033011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=8331687158456033011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/8331687158456033011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/8331687158456033011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/06/tough.html' title='Tough'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-158309159197373882</id><published>2011-06-06T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T00:01:24.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-_- : Sleepy Eyes</title><content type='html'>Thought that studying for MicroEcons wouldn't be as tough as studying for OB. Oh well, it's just a perceptual error. Guess I have to burn midnight oil today as the paper will be in the morning. *Sigh. My eyes are merely closing already. Wake up please! Gambeteh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-158309159197373882?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/158309159197373882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=158309159197373882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/158309159197373882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/158309159197373882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/06/sleepy-eyes.html' title='-_- : Sleepy Eyes'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-978298573406785408</id><published>2011-06-06T00:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T00:41:01.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertainment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Entertainment before I turn in. Can't store anything in my head anymore. Haha. Nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lifkp4jRVL1qafgk9o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you finally got something which others don't, this is how you react:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkcvihlwEt1qcjwv1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you are already having mood swings and somebody just keeps annoying you, you go like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ll480n9hSP1qatvt2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2066726270218453879-978298573406785408?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/978298573406785408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=978298573406785408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/978298573406785408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/978298573406785408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/06/entertainment.html' title='Entertainment'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-3767808925354109088</id><published>2011-06-05T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T23:06:47.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anxiety</title><content type='html'>Brain dead. Brain dead. Brain dead. Butt cramp. Butt cramp. Butt cramp. Fingers hurt. Fingers hurt. Fingers hurt. Damn! Information overload! Seriously, OB is worst than SS. There's so many things to remember and yes, in fact I did regret studying last minute. *Sigh. But no point worrying so much 'cos what's done is done. Whatever it is, I must do my best! I've got to show to those people out there who have been looking down on me, especially on my family that I can succeed. Insya'allah. All the best peepos. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-3767808925354109088?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/3767808925354109088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=3767808925354109088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/3767808925354109088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/3767808925354109088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/06/anxiety.html' title='Anxiety'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-7573575195385428512</id><published>2011-06-04T23:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T23:42:45.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ookae. I really need to get over with the mid-term test quick 'cos it's really stressing me out. Feel like going to the top of the hill and scream my lungs out. Haha. I wish. Studied for almost 8 hours already. Kill me please. Covered Intro to Ob and Personality only! Three more topics to go and I'm off for it on Monday, hopefully. I don't want to lose out in the end. Oh God, help me get through this please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; And oh, I've got a new target, not saying that I'm replacing T.L with him, but oh well, he's just too adorable. Look at his blue eyes. Started to "admire" him after watching much of Sonny with the chance and Star Struck. Gosh! Sterling Knight's adorable but T.L's hot. I'm sorry, I just got to say it out. Hehs. Okae. I've got to stop this 'cos I sooo do not want to sound like a fan-pop over some Hollywood pop star. Over it. Nights :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RT8q-uJaX6A/TepRJ_CH5UI/AAAAAAAAAII/5R_3a5Pixkc/s320/Step-forward-sterling-knight-18379162-683-990.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614389117451756866" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-7573575195385428512?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/7573575195385428512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=7573575195385428512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/7573575195385428512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/7573575195385428512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/06/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RT8q-uJaX6A/TepRJ_CH5UI/AAAAAAAAAII/5R_3a5Pixkc/s72-c/Step-forward-sterling-knight-18379162-683-990.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-6051154354333752501</id><published>2011-06-04T14:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T14:44:40.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banging Head</title><content type='html'>What do you expect me to do now??!! Forget about the past and move one in life. A common phrase after the heart has broken. I'm not saying that I can't forgive you, but tell me. What exactly you want me to do now? I'm BEWILDERED already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-6051154354333752501?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/6051154354333752501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=6051154354333752501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/6051154354333752501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/6051154354333752501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/06/banging-head.html' title='Banging Head'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-2161641210954482476</id><published>2011-06-04T00:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T01:15:25.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Fated</title><content type='html'>The fact is, you started it. You deleted the photos. And now what? Call me a hypocrite? I don't get you either. You think it's easy to let the past just breeze through my hands and forgetting about what had happened in March? Yeah Dude! Basically I can't. 'Cos nothing is never easy for me. Well if you think I'm a hypocrite, then be it. I don't care less 'cos I don't want to care what you think anymore. You've gone way too far although things aren't real. The reason why I deleted you off is because it just hurt me seeing all your post stating things which I didn't wish to see. Yeah, it was my fault for having this fidgety fingers of mine, but what can I do about it? Basically I CAN'T! But partly, it was because of these fingers that I realize you decided to abandon the past,or maybe officially change your target to a new "special someone".  What about the "Sorry"? I wonder, really wonder. Or was my reply was untrue the other time? Was I really fine when you asked me? And yeah, frankly, I bottled up all the tears every single time when it hurts. You just don;t know that all the littlest things you've said or done can cause a teardrop. Well, I just waste it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-2161641210954482476?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/2161641210954482476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=2161641210954482476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/2161641210954482476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/2161641210954482476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/06/not-so-fated.html' title='Not So Fated'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-7637094474966168591</id><published>2011-05-30T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T22:44:56.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hapus</title><content type='html'>Banyak dugaan yang harus Bella tabah. Bella hampir-hampir terlupa akan diri Bella sendiri. Alhamdullilah dengan lindungan dari Allah, dengan membaca ayat kursi dan mengucap astaghfirullah, hati Bella dapat bearasa tenang sedikit. Oleh disebabkan sesuatu kecil yang menghampakan Bella. Sesuatu kecil di mana Bella telah memberi sepenuh hati dan perasaan Bella terhadapnya. Harapan yang dibina setinggi-tinggi bagaikan harapan hanya di dalam mimpi. Sudah tentunya, semua itu telah hancur, bekecai. Adakah ini takdir Bella yang harus Bella lalui sepanjang usia Bella? Berapa banyak titisan air mata yang Bella telah membazir? Berapa banyak masa dan tenaga telah Bella buang? Bella letih Ya Allah. Letih sekali. Sampai bila harus Bella menanggung semua keperitan ini? Dapatkah Bella melupakan segalanya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-7637094474966168591?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/7637094474966168591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=7637094474966168591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/7637094474966168591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/7637094474966168591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/05/hapus.html' title='Hapus'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-49194272414051200</id><published>2011-05-26T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T23:48:13.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weary</title><content type='html'>I'm all really exhausted of personal worrying. Why can't I stop?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-49194272414051200?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/49194272414051200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=49194272414051200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/49194272414051200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/49194272414051200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/05/weary.html' title='Weary'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-4829610378783181079</id><published>2011-05-26T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T23:23:24.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears in Heaven</title><content type='html'>The devils are speaking. Do what I say. We followed their orders. Then regretted it. 'Syurgaku'(My heaven), was filled with tears today. It struck us hard, causing tears to trickle down our faces. Although it was just 2 strokes, we could feel his pain. Overlooked at his depression, he had already fallen into the devils trap. I was sure that I was part to be blame on. Rarely at home ever since school started and never had the chance to give my attention to him. I'm sorry. I really am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-4829610378783181079?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/4829610378783181079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=4829610378783181079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/4829610378783181079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/4829610378783181079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/05/tears-in-heaven.html' title='Tears in Heaven'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-9197338990131893407</id><published>2011-05-22T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T23:33:37.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project-ing</title><content type='html'>As what I said yesterday, today I went to meet my girls to do the BCS project. Met them at 11.30am at Tampines Retail Park to do our research, not on portable media players('cos we can't find them), but on notebook computers. Noted it down on our papers and did a few comparisons and all. The funny thins is that we look like those pirmary school kid back then, where we go for excursion and there's a task that we need to complete. Haha. Hilarious! After that, Chloe And Hidayah went to eat BBQ Chicken for their brunch and I had to eat my home food(need to save ka-ching!) Went to Starbucks to transfer our research on the Excel Spreadsheet, however Hidayah's and my lappy's battery somehow "dying". So we had to transport ourselves to the library, hoping that we can find a socket to charge our laptops. As what we thought, there's barely any space for us or any available socket. After a few minutes waiting in the library for someone to actually leave the library, I roamed around to find available sockets. At last, I found one. However it never crossed my mind wondering why no one's there to use the socket. Afterwards, Hidayah came searching for a socket as well. She found one for herself too. As we were happily typing and discussing, the security came. "You are not allowed to use the socket. And you are not allowed to sit on the floor. That's the reason why we put up this notice." As he pointed to one of the notice on the window pane. We basically overlooked it and well, anyway, who would bother looking at the notices if we are really desperately looking for a socket to charge our laptops to do our projects??!! After the warning, we got off and went to Chloe's house to finish up the whole project. Although it took us almost 7 hours, it still paid off as we finally accomplished our task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ouh, not forgetting. When I was on my way back home to the bustop near SAFRA, a chinese boy, at the back of the bicycle's seat, turned his head (purposely), to my direction and smiled widelly at me. Haha. I smiled back of course, and laughed at myself while crossing the road. Haha. Adorable! I wonder how he will be like in future? Smiling to all the girls. Aww! Flirtatious!  Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-9197338990131893407?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/9197338990131893407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=9197338990131893407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/9197338990131893407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/9197338990131893407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/05/project-ing.html' title='Project-ing'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-483878314909015284</id><published>2011-05-21T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T23:25:48.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I really believe that no one's perfect. Even if there's a pretty girl out there and she's well-known for her beauty in the north, south, east, west, or whichever side, she truly spoils her own beauty with her "bitchy" attitude. I'm sure a girl with the not-so-pretty-face has a way better attitude than her. That's the reason why there is such terms called, "NO ONE IS PERFECT". Just look around you. Open your eyes real big. Look at the reality people. Accept who they are 'cos I'm sure you would want their respect and be accepted to the society don't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r27NhVz7VA4/TdfXJVE1OwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/uU8b0E3xEIU/s320/Photo0313.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609188416189446914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Picture taken while waiting for my ladies to buy their meal from Popeye(20/5). Off to bed now. Will be meeting them tomorrow in the morning for project. Good Night everybody :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2066726270218453879-483878314909015284?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/483878314909015284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=483878314909015284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/483878314909015284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/483878314909015284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-really-believe-that-no-ones-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r27NhVz7VA4/TdfXJVE1OwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/uU8b0E3xEIU/s72-c/Photo0313.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-4302939994360641359</id><published>2011-05-18T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T21:39:00.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird and stressful day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WEIRD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Seriously, I don't know why, but I realized that I'm super calm and patient today. I was totally famished when I got home as I only had 1 meal in school, which is my brunch. 'Cos usually in between lectures/tutorials or during break time, I will tend to buy snacks to munch. But... not today. I ate laksa(which my mum cooked ytd). It was plainly just the noodle with gravy. No fishcakes, no cucumber and what's worst, NO BELACAN! How can I eat laksa with no belacan??!! :( I may seem to be blabbering about stuffs like this, but if I'm hungry I will go on complaining, especially eating food that isn't spicy!! HOWEVER! Today, I should say, I was quite calm. I didn't show my attitude or show faces like as if I have no mood. And oh, not forgetting, my lappy that has been responding super slow lately, and I'm not sure why!?!? Usually, I will keep on spamming my keyboard and mouse, clicking it repeatedly until it got the whole system to lag. Hahahaha! But again, as for today, I was patiently waiting for it to S L O W L Y load. What just got into me man?! Maybe it was because my mum helped me with the house chores today? I don't know :/&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;BRAIN DEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. Not forgetting about how stress my group members and I were, just now, doing the RHT project. During our 3 hour break, we actually squeezed our thoughts for the project thinking that there is a need to include the OB Theories for the first question. The question is: "Identify 2 reasons why students had pursued a polytechnic education @ the school of business,TP in relation to their future career." We spent like 3 hours just to do this 6 marks question. And guess what? When we got stuck, concluding the answers, which is already 1 and 1/4 of the page, we called our tutor for help. When we told him what we wrote, he simply said that we did it wrongly! All of us were like "Whuuut! WTF!" Eventually we deleted all of it, and re-do the whole thing! Our hearts felt like dropping out as we really put our whole heart and thoughts in it and then, it's all gone down the drain!! This doesn't stop here. It's just one question. We still have like 2-3 more questions. And what's worst is that one of the question consist of 33 marks! How can we complete the project on time when we took hours and hours to do just the 6 marks question? Oh God. Guide us along and give us the strength to face all the challenges.&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/2066726270218453879-4302939994360641359?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/4302939994360641359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=4302939994360641359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/4302939994360641359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/4302939994360641359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/05/weird-and-stressful-day.html' title='Weird and stressful day'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-4400175100435599248</id><published>2011-05-17T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T20:39:25.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so you know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasion.com/" title="create avatar"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.picasion.com/pic41/440d4aacc9d450566606a27fbc4046ef.gif" width="300" height="225" border="0" alt="create avatar" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasion.com/"&gt;Create avatar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just so you know that I really miss you guys a hell lot! I wonder how you guys are doing now. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-4400175100435599248?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/4400175100435599248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=4400175100435599248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/4400175100435599248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/4400175100435599248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-so-you-know.html' title='Just so you know'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-5841534451164902298</id><published>2011-05-17T20:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T20:43:03.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hu6h9WAI-Xk/TdJpdySVLFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/J8rrc0P23t8/s1600/IMAG0237.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hu6h9WAI-Xk/TdJpdySVLFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/J8rrc0P23t8/s320/IMAG0237.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607660446465469522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just looking back at our photos and also those epic videos. I smiled, I laughed and I teared. I really miss those times where we did the most craziest things ever. Dancing and jumping in town with our school uniform after exams, eating cup noodle by the road at Orchard, dancing to K-pop songs before results day, lip singing to the chipmunks/chipettes songs and always break into the handicapped toilet to take lots of photos together so that nobody realize. Haha. At this moment while I'm writing my blog, I'm still laughing to myself. But, seriously, I would say, only God knows how much I miss you girls. Only He knows how much I want to have you guys back with me. Though we still have each other contacts, but truthfully, it's really hard for me to get back to you guys. I'm sure it's the same for both of you. Because we all have met new people in life. Things have change, so are we. Sometimes I thought to myself, wondering if we will ever be together again. I know it's impossible but I really hope that miracles can happen. Let us pray for our friendship to last, for our sisterhood to bond back and that we can go back to the time where we used to be and known as The Trios. Just know that no one can ever replace you guys.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/2066726270218453879-5841534451164902298?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/5841534451164902298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=5841534451164902298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/5841534451164902298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/5841534451164902298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/05/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hu6h9WAI-Xk/TdJpdySVLFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/J8rrc0P23t8/s72-c/IMAG0237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-2865810173720439170</id><published>2011-05-16T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T22:30:52.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;No one should be upset, if they want to have a good life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;No one should be complaining, if they want to see the outcomes they've wished for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;No one should give up, although it seems like there's no hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;No one should let go of the things they want, including the person that they care about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Therefore, Stay Strong. Because, it also requires an individual strength to persevere through the obstacles in life.&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/2066726270218453879-2865810173720439170?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/2865810173720439170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=2865810173720439170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/2865810173720439170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/2865810173720439170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-one.html' title='No One'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-1448781402129718806</id><published>2011-05-15T13:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T14:26:33.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uBIhOCmUjm4/Tc9wtCt1W6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Tmy-8zaGhi8/s1600/Stress.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uBIhOCmUjm4/Tc9wtCt1W6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Tmy-8zaGhi8/s400/Stress.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606823980225092514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pressurized! We're just in week 4. The projects are already killing me! Oh God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Apologize for the SOB. I just like the cat's photo. Mean no harm. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-1448781402129718806?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/1448781402129718806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=1448781402129718806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/1448781402129718806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/1448781402129718806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/05/pressure.html' title='Pressure.'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uBIhOCmUjm4/Tc9wtCt1W6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Tmy-8zaGhi8/s72-c/Stress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066726270218453879.post-973067293297937708</id><published>2011-05-15T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T11:34:08.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people weren't likin' it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/moving%20pictures%20of%20people/rachell48/Moving%20Pictures/Danny-1.gif?o=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t235/rachell48/Moving%20Pictures/Danny-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Some people weren't likin' it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066726270218453879-973067293297937708?l=cassie-series.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/feeds/973067293297937708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066726270218453879&amp;postID=973067293297937708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/973067293297937708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066726270218453879/posts/default/973067293297937708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassie-series.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='Some people weren&apos;t likin&apos; it!'/><author><name>Casebella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00130535379111356364</uri><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/-JbvCViPSD3M/ToxTs4diBbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1IrWOH4TRfk/s220/IMG_0862edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t235/rachell48/Moving%20Pictures/th_Danny-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
