<?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-1521863502193788284</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:38:34.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life</title><subtitle type='html'>dun take life sooooooooo seriously.. coz u wont come out of it alive anyway.. but nvr ever... take it toooooooo lightly... &lt;3</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-963606073454972805</id><published>2009-07-11T09:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T10:05:41.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday boy (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iigP0VwT8es/SlfxvjUFnRI/AAAAAAAAABk/4yMbMaywTvQ/s1600-h/Syahirah+Photos.(109).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357016081016134930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iigP0VwT8es/SlfxvjUFnRI/AAAAAAAAABk/4yMbMaywTvQ/s320/Syahirah+Photos.(109).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357016082326430306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iigP0VwT8es/SlfxvoMfImI/AAAAAAAAABc/n3TRY7AMWr4/s320/Syahirah+Photos.(106).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357016075871683090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iigP0VwT8es/SlfxvQJjghI/AAAAAAAAABU/Gh7uq2KiPIU/s320/Syahirah+Photos.(104).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357016033588998802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iigP0VwT8es/Slfxsyok8pI/AAAAAAAAABM/cymRcd-5tMI/s320/Syahirah+Photos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First photo's quite disturbing cus I look diabolical there. Hahaha. And gosh, Haaziq is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, this blog is dead, partially my fault. I haven't even been updating my blog much, so can't say I'm deliberately forgetting about this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I feel bad for not wishing somebody a Happy Belated Birthday at the topmost of this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED SIXTEENTH BIRTHDAY, HAAZIQ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, I wanna be sixteeeen. Haha. Then when I'm sixteen, I'll wanna be eighteen and yeah, you get my point. I know you dislike birthdays, but this is your sixteenth eh. Sweet Sixteen! Or maybe that's just for us girls haha. Idk if you're waiting for your eighteenth and then you'll be excited about your birthday but don't do this to me. ]: I'm more excited about your birthday than you are. Bloody retarded, haha. I was having so much fun walking around Tampines 1 buying your stuff, man. I almost got you some Sex Vouchers! (shall not elaborate on this one) Hope you have a good time on Sunday, when I'm giving you your presents and all. And I hope you get through trials k babe? I love you, really. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;95% of that was directly copied from my own blog. Hahaha. But it's all still sincere, baby. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for Sunday! I'll be going to Famous Amos first to pick up the cookie cake, and then I'll prolly cab all the way to tpy to see you. Anyway, you are not supposed to know about the cake but you're prolly not gna read this blog till your next birthday so whatever, haha. I wanna see your face when you open up your presents! Not what you wanted, but yeah, I find it quite sweet leh. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got to be updating this blog (and mine too) more. People are starting to complain, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So dah. That's it. Will post more after Sunday's date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-963606073454972805?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/963606073454972805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=963606073454972805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/963606073454972805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/963606073454972805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthday-boy.html' title='birthday boy (:'/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iigP0VwT8es/SlfxvjUFnRI/AAAAAAAAABk/4yMbMaywTvQ/s72-c/Syahirah+Photos.(109).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-2337648509404766627</id><published>2009-05-20T19:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T00:43:48.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back.</title><content type='html'>Hey kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been waaay too long since Haaziq updated. Or me, for that matter. Been busy with Midyears and my own blog, so I've been neglecting this one. I'm sorry. ]:&lt;br /&gt;I don't think Haaziq cares whether I updated or not but I kinda pity the state this blog is in right now so I'll post something for you, if there's anybody, to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still sad about the hamsters being stolen. ): I'll be honest, I wasn't like damn devastated about it, I only had them for a while, so I didn't feel much. But they were our kids! So it hurt abit. Fuck those thieves la. So hard meh buy your own hamster! Give a thought about how we feel can? Maybe you did but you couldnt care less ah.. If so, fuck you la. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Haaziq fucking much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've not met for the longest time ever. Roar. Midyears are to blame. His end on what, next Monday, Tuesday? Mine's already ended and it doesn't feel like much w/o him to celebrate it with me. I've been celebrating la, but it's still not the same. Eh actually right, not much to be happy about anyway. I'll be getting my results tomorrow and Friday. I think more failures than passes la. Midyears this year was not good at all. I've been working my ass off but it doesn't seem to pay off. And I hate it when teachers flash your results on the screen alongside other people's lah! Mine'll be red for sure. Then surely some assholes in the class will start snickering. K actually nolah but this is just me being paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And babe, I love you eh, like alot. You're a damn nice boyfriend lah! Thanks for being a real piece of heaven this whole time. n_n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Hzq baby, I've got a surprise for you the next time we meet. K I say surprise now but I always end up telling you what it is beforehand. -______-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway you won't come online till the holidays cus it's your exams right now so obviously you won't read this but whattheheck, this is to fill a temporary blank period in my life. In other words, I feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahlah Literature confirm fail. Jgn nk act cheem eh, Hammy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bytheway, &lt;a href="http://minahspeak.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://minahspeak.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt; is awesome. Haha go read it. Andand Haaziq,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lurb euu shooo much, babykushhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaylah tu mcm dah exaggerated sikit but you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;I have five friend requests on facebook from people who type like that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm clueless as to why they wanna be friends with me since I don't type like them.&lt;br /&gt;Ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw ah, lurb and love have the same number of letters so why do you find it so difficult to type love? What's the point of acting cute ah. Not cute what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Multiple exclamation marks to indicate over-excitement. Hahaha. Omg so bored please k DAH bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-2337648509404766627?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/2337648509404766627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=2337648509404766627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/2337648509404766627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/2337648509404766627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi.html' title='Back.'/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-1887269593196253581</id><published>2009-03-07T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T21:50:36.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO WORLD!!!&lt;br /&gt;im happy today, so im finally posting on my own blog..&lt;br /&gt;sorry syahirah(baby) has to keep posting for me..&lt;br /&gt;i lazy ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. had a damn good time with hamtaro today!&lt;br /&gt;we tried two other ways to.. **_________&lt;br /&gt;**u dun hav to noe wat it is..&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY GIRLDFRIEND!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea to other girls.. not tat i prasan think alot girls like me..&lt;br /&gt;but IF any other of u girls like me.. pls back off..&lt;br /&gt;im ATTACHED!! to the BESTEST girl EVERRRRR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:):):):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. il sign off now.. sorry for the crzy post.. tooo happy.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-1887269593196253581?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/1887269593196253581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=1887269593196253581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/1887269593196253581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/1887269593196253581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-world-im-happy-today-so-im.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-8971532799025983653</id><published>2009-02-21T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T21:38:45.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm glad I have you.</title><content type='html'>I'm glad you added me on Friendster six, seven months ago.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad we became friends soon after that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad how you sometimes talked to me about your problems.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad my breakup happened, cause if it hadnt, I'd never have talked to you and we'd never have gotten to this stage.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad how you're damn funny, sexy, unique and such an awesome listener.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you love me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Bun. (haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K bye since when I so mushy ahhh haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hammy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-8971532799025983653?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/8971532799025983653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=8971532799025983653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/8971532799025983653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/8971532799025983653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-glad-i-have-you.html' title='I&apos;m glad I have you.'/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-8791843465976909095</id><published>2009-02-16T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:14:02.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>er hi?</title><content type='html'>Hi. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt Haaziq updates much.&lt;br /&gt;I think he's depending on me to do the updating for him, most of the time at least, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk what to do leh, actually. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Eh Haaziq, you not embarrassed meh, if I put up embarrassing stuff about you here?&lt;br /&gt;Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nolah joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, my attention got diverted again.&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Lets see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to pick up my dear boyfriend from school today and I panicked about seeing too many boys in one place for nothing. -__-&lt;br /&gt;Why? Cus the plan tk jadi.&lt;br /&gt;He skipped the rest of his classes , for me apparently, HAHA K NO, and we then met at Bedok interchange where we then took a train to Tampines and then made our way to Macs and took away some McSpicys and then sat under the block and had our own little picnic there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh we then went somewhere else and kissed. Hahaha. K tk perlu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er okay, idk what to say already.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Shall update more, soon?&lt;br /&gt;See, I update here, never update in my own blog.&lt;br /&gt;dinosaur-boxers. tautautau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamtaro (L) Barnehhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-8791843465976909095?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/8791843465976909095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=8791843465976909095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/8791843465976909095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/8791843465976909095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2009/02/er-hi.html' title='er hi?'/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-800040329578231492</id><published>2009-01-01T14:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:44:23.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY HAAZIQ!&lt;br /&gt;HAPEEEEEEEE NUUUUU YERRRRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;Sec 4 ready ah boy, study hard! play hard!&lt;br /&gt;Actually right, play hard and study harder.&lt;br /&gt;Aiya do whatever you want to do la.&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck for Nats and O's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since im still allowed to blog in here(heheh thanks!)&lt;br /&gt;I shall make full use of this opportunity and dirty your blog with my ramblings!&lt;br /&gt;Gehhhhhehehe.&lt;br /&gt;So how you doing friend?&lt;br /&gt;Great I assume? With your new hair all. Hold on, what hair! You aint gots hair no more!Haha. &lt;div&gt;Im doing fineeee tooo(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy says im a very mean girl for doing what I did.&lt;br /&gt;But to follow my heart cos ultimately I'm the one in charge of the way i live my life blahh blahh whatever nonsense mothers will tell you when you're in a dilemma(:&lt;br /&gt;*starts singing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Guess she's right. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;Shady's&lt;/s&gt; Mommy's right. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell a friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LA LA LAA LA LA nigger rap woah woah diak dushh diak dushhh i dunno how to sing this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;part lalalalala~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woahhh, super old song man!&lt;br /&gt;If you aint got a clue what song it is,&lt;br /&gt;Hint: Eminem!&lt;br /&gt;If you still dont know, scratch that nvm.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Ehh update laaa!&lt;br /&gt;I want to know whats going on in your life!&lt;br /&gt;Btw, your present's wrapped! Damn neat kay!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, neater than the others(:&lt;br /&gt;And okay la, i had a teeeeny wittle bit of help from my maid.&lt;br /&gt;Ehy, two hands isnt enough okay!&lt;br /&gt;Need one hand to hold the wrapping paper down, another hand to pull the tape over the paper, another hand to cut the tape, another hand to massage my forehead, another hand to feed me some ice cold water, another hand to wipe the sweat trickling down the side of my head, another hand to.. DAHHHHHH STOP NONSENSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay gotta go off now.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the sucky post.&lt;br /&gt;Rushing like mad.&lt;br /&gt;See you around!&lt;br /&gt;*crosses fingers and pray KC and VS will have same training days at VJC*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your friend FADZLYNN(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-800040329578231492?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/800040329578231492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=800040329578231492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/800040329578231492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/800040329578231492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-haaziq-hapeeeeeeee-nuuuuu.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-1829722190564662933</id><published>2008-12-10T11:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:17:45.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey babe miss u damn alot too..&lt;br /&gt;i kept day dreaming the whole day..&lt;br /&gt;anyways u might not believe dis but on the day i reached KL,&lt;br /&gt;smtg happened.. at tat exact moment i knew ur gonna hav sm relationship,&lt;br /&gt;talk, meet or anytg with mr. M.. i swear i knew smtg was going on..&lt;br /&gt;n tats when i started thinking alot about u n mr. M..&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i dun believe he is totaly over u..&lt;br /&gt;n no offence but i find it hard to believe ur over him too..&lt;br /&gt;but oh wells, i just gotta trust u coz ur my gf n i lov u..&lt;br /&gt;a bit of wats on my mind after i saw the sign..&lt;br /&gt;wat does dis sign mean?&lt;br /&gt;is she talking to him?&lt;br /&gt;is she meeting him?&lt;br /&gt;wat is she doing wit him?&lt;br /&gt;wat is mr.M up to?&lt;br /&gt;if smtg happens, where does tat leave me?&lt;br /&gt;even though i duno wat really happened n i cant prove anytg,&lt;br /&gt;i felt cheated.. coz i noe! ur atleast talking to him..&lt;br /&gt;while im gone.. n i cud do nothing abt it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u kinda promised me u wont even talk to him..&lt;br /&gt;but u did before.. yea yea, nothing wrong wit talking..&lt;br /&gt;but still.. a promise is a promise.. n u broke it..&lt;br /&gt;YET AGAIN..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-1829722190564662933?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/1829722190564662933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=1829722190564662933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/1829722190564662933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/1829722190564662933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-babe-miss-u-damn-alot-too.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-5865496927979902521</id><published>2008-12-08T19:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:14:43.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fadzlynn updating once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehy! You said you were gonna come back today.&lt;br /&gt;And you still havent! :(&lt;br /&gt;Maybe youre on the way home now or something.&lt;br /&gt;Idk but fasterrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tday was boring.&lt;br /&gt;Its the money-less Hari Raya Day.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Ryan and aunt came over like super early. I was still sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Finally woke up at about 12? Cuz uncle ryan was playing with the Wii and it got pretty loud.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Could hear him stomping here and there. And my room as you know is below. Pretty annoying.&lt;br /&gt;Dragged my lazy ass to go bathe. And by the time i got out, uncle Dins and family came.&lt;br /&gt;Ok blahh blahhh.&lt;br /&gt;Did my malay homework after that. Haha, 3 pages down. 78910 more to go :( Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmms then it started raining so i couldnt go run.&lt;br /&gt;And then i talked to my mom about funny stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;And then my another cousin came. Woah so many people ah.&lt;br /&gt;He looks like a furgen matdutch. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;But he looks so much more hotter than the original matdutch.&lt;br /&gt;Now im rotting infront of my lappie.&lt;br /&gt;I got so bored i changed my desktop background 987654 times.&lt;br /&gt;The current background now is totally cool:)&lt;br /&gt;The screen looks all scratched up and shit. But it isnt. Cuz its just the background(:&lt;br /&gt;OHKAY WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna start throwing shit into my luggage soon. All i have in it now is a pair of jeans and my cap.&lt;br /&gt;Hah nice. Im so lazy. And i still got like 4 more days to pack.&lt;br /&gt;But my madddurrr uh, so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back now&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you like pie:(&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're safe wherever(is that the spelling? is weherever a real word? It is right. Omg the word looks damn alien now) you are.&lt;br /&gt;And i hope your parents dont do something crazy like extending the trip!&lt;br /&gt;Omg omg omg, i'll just plonkkk i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'll go read my 8,414 Strange and Fascinating Superstitions book now(:&lt;br /&gt;Btw we need to go to the library ASAP. Gotta return my books before i leave.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, love you Jupiter loads!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Now thats masive right there. Jupiter is like two and a half times bigger than all the other planets combined! Hahaha, random info. I think you know that already hahah. And i saw Saturn using a telescope before! Even more random. Wanna know something else, which is also real random, I wanted to be a marine archaeologist in p6. HAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA. I remember i talked about it during PSLE oral. Hah omg so loser.&lt;br /&gt;Okay i shall shut up now.&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-5865496927979902521?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/5865496927979902521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=5865496927979902521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/5865496927979902521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/5865496927979902521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2008/12/ehy-you-said-you-were-gonna-come-back.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-8520365404779120369</id><published>2008-12-07T23:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:19:38.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey baby, im back for another update on my day.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmms, hope youre doing fine wherever you are.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks not being able to even text each other:(&lt;br /&gt;And i didnt even get to say a proper goodbye to you.&lt;br /&gt;Come back soooooon!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I miss you:(&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, mom woke me up and begged me to follow her to go to her office to help her with her things.&lt;br /&gt;And since i was already awake and dont think i'll be able to fall asleep again, i decided to be a good daughter and helped her out.&lt;br /&gt;Bathed and all and we went off to her office. Helped her with her boxes and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;That'll probably be my last visit to the MOE building. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;After we did her shit, went down to Eastpoint for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we picked up my sister and headed down to Expo cuz there was a Borders sale goin on.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt get much books cuz the sale sucked. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;They only sold the shitty shityy no one one to buy books.&lt;br /&gt;And believe it or not, i bought Pride and Prejudice.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, okay i know everyone read that when they were like what 11?&lt;br /&gt;But i hate classics! Haha. I never finished my Anne of Green Gables.&lt;br /&gt;Chick Lit and Chinese Lit ftw!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Gonna read it on the plane. Dont wanna start now cos i'll get too distracted by other shit and i'll eventually neglect it and never bother to pick it up again to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;Went home after that, and i watched House Of Wax. Not the full thing though.&lt;br /&gt;Haha okay la i chickened out half way cos i was alone in my room! I can only watch horror films when there is other people surrounding me.&lt;br /&gt;Went to run after my failed attempt at watching a horror film alone.&lt;br /&gt;17:20. Not the hardest and longest but it was quite satisfying since i havent ran in ages!&lt;br /&gt;You know i have this feeling that i wont be able to do an under 11 mins 2.4km run next year.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know, i always screw up on the actual 2.4 day. I always do better during practice runs or when im running alone. Haiiiis.&lt;br /&gt;But its okay(: I dont plan on running cross for the school next year and i told my coach ready so he wont drill me if i dont come in under 11(: I'll go run a 12 mins or something happily by myself(:&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to my day.&lt;br /&gt;When i got back, showered did the usuals and oh, Camp Rock was on Disney.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAA. Omg, i hate that movie now. So annoying!!!&lt;br /&gt;Went on my lappie. And errrr my friend showed me some vid on youtube of some man accidentally kicking some baby when he was demonstrating something.&lt;br /&gt;And then there were these related vids at the side right? And they were all on Capoeira.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why but i kept watching them one after the other.&lt;br /&gt;And i think, its pretty cool(:&lt;br /&gt;I feel like taking it up, but then again i wont have time to do so.&lt;br /&gt;So nevermoinee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;Im allowed to get a navel piercing(:&lt;br /&gt;Mom gave me the green light just now.&lt;br /&gt;But yea im nt so sure about you yet, so i guess i'll just wait(:&lt;br /&gt;Even if you allow me to, im not getting it until after Nationals next year.&lt;br /&gt;If you dont, then i wont get luh.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. And my sis can be the most blondest person at times.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Where you gonna get it done? Make sure that place is certified and safe."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Stege at parkway or any piercing shop la"&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "You sure or not those places are safe!"&lt;br /&gt;Sis: "They are laaa. You dont expect her to go to Miami Ink or something do you?"&lt;br /&gt;Mom&amp;amp;Me: "HUHHH?! Miami Ink is tattoos la!!! Hence the word, Ink?"&lt;br /&gt;Sis: "Eh oh yaaa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAAHHAHA. Dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;It was real funny. But you might not find it funny.&lt;br /&gt;Its the kind of funny where you gotta be there to know how funny it is and when people describe it to you its not that funny?&lt;br /&gt;W/e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.&lt;br /&gt;I shall go find something to do now.&lt;br /&gt;Love^infinity you!&lt;br /&gt;Wait, is ^ the sign for to the power of something? I forgot eh!&lt;br /&gt;whatever la. you get what im tryna say right?&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Kay nights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-8520365404779120369?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/8520365404779120369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=8520365404779120369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/8520365404779120369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/8520365404779120369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-baby-im-back-for-another-update-on.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-8884329456455592175</id><published>2008-12-07T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T02:31:12.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey syg!!!&lt;br /&gt;Omg im so sorry i woke up late just now :(&lt;br /&gt;I set alarm sommore ehy!&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully you'll be able to receive my last sms.&lt;br /&gt;Gahhhh. I miss you like fuck!&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what youre doing now.&lt;br /&gt;As promised, i'll blog about my day until you get back(:&lt;br /&gt;Hold on i need to pee first. HAHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back.&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, its Fadzlynn here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright lets start with me waking up wondering why my alarm hasnt gone off yet when its already so bright. [I set my alarm for 7 am.]&lt;br /&gt;Then i realised my phone wasnt on the bed beside me, so i looked on the floor and surprise surprise, there it was.&lt;br /&gt;So i picked it up and OMFG! 3 new texts from YOUUU! Looked at the time and totally panicked cuz it was already 10 plus? Then quickly read your texts and i felt damn mean :( I replied, but dont know whether you received it or anything. Hopefully you did.&lt;br /&gt;So then i went to uhhhh, i forgot. But i remember watching Hairspray on HBO. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay then i think i pretty much just bummed around the house for the entire day. Oh yea wanted to go run but it starting pouring :( So i Wii-ed instead. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmms, then in the evening parents brought us out for dinner, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad was feeling a tad bit adventurous today. He brought us to some Indian place at some Indian street. Im not very street wise so i didnt know where we were. Didnt bother asking cos, I was day dreaming the whole time we were out.&lt;br /&gt;Had an unhealthy oily piece of egg prata for dinner. My parents think i eat damn slow.&lt;br /&gt;Im not slow, they just eat super fast. Yea Fadzriel eats faster than me too. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;So after dinner, we walked around and stuff. No offence but it was pretty scary.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back into the car. Went down to Nike cos dad had to get some stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;While we were there, dad insisted i start training in tights. So yea he got me a pair. Gonna use em on tuesday((: But mine doest have the zip at the back thing! HAHA unfair!&lt;br /&gt;Errrrrrms, then we decided to pay my another set of grandparents a visit.&lt;br /&gt;So we went over to their house.&lt;br /&gt;Boring.&lt;br /&gt;Boring.&lt;br /&gt;Boring.&lt;br /&gt;And then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;Got online and erm, M talked to me?&lt;br /&gt;He just needed someone to hear him out. So yea i did.&lt;br /&gt;Tell you full detail when you get back alright?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, okay its almost three now.&lt;br /&gt;I cant sleep and i don know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrr. Can my life get anymore boring?&lt;br /&gt;I bet it'll be worse tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Dad is flying off to Philippines for business.&lt;br /&gt;Mom is going back to her office to collect her stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;No one to bring me out :(&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's family day is on a Sunday. So i don think anyone'll be free.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should try doing my homework? Hmmms, will consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay thats how i spent today(ignore the sunday at the top cos its past midnight and that technically means its a sunday already. but this is spose to be a Saturday post. Eh, whatever la)&lt;br /&gt;Please come back soon!&lt;br /&gt;Im dying of boredom here!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Will update again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Love youuuuuuu spaceship loads!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-8884329456455592175?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/8884329456455592175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=8884329456455592175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/8884329456455592175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/8884329456455592175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-syg-omg-im-so-sorry-i-woke-up-late.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-3454883128497571210</id><published>2008-12-03T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T18:55:48.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello world!&lt;br /&gt;hello friends!&lt;br /&gt;hello enemies!&lt;br /&gt;hi everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i havnt been blogging.. gotta thank my baby for doing it for me..&lt;br /&gt;ahh!! i very lazy on my comp now adays.. dunno y.. kept watchinh hannah n wizards of waverly place, read, sleep, punch air.. no time to blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aites.. a guess a short post is enough..&lt;br /&gt;babe pls keep my blog alive for me..&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FADZLYNN!!!&lt;br /&gt;love ya submarine loads! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-3454883128497571210?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/3454883128497571210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=3454883128497571210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/3454883128497571210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/3454883128497571210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-world-hello-friends-hello-enemies.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-8035227744741484964</id><published>2008-11-30T12:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T12:28:18.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woahh damn bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfairness, your parents go bring you to blade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mine bring me to computer fair? HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i whine like mad then they let me stay home(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now its raining, cannot go skate or run :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooooo im updating fer you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im so nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg babe, your blog is dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No wait, its decomposing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And im gonna change your skin soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont like this one, so messy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY. Tomorrow is monday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meannnns, i get to see youuuu(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I just realised im leaving in two weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No wait, one week five days. No, one week four days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gahhh i dont know. But all i know is, its soooooon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 days without my baby. OMG CAN DIE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, im gonna spam your blog with my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Webcams are great companions when you are stuck at home with absolutely nothing to do cept for homework. But i dont like doing homework. Especially if its malay homework. Omg disgusting. Make me want to cry only that stupid paper/s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iigP0VwT8es/STIVc8-dA_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/wfJrLaPfY5U/s1600-h/1234567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274301700752868338" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iigP0VwT8es/STIVc8-dA_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/wfJrLaPfY5U/s400/1234567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blog is part mine now(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But im still keeping my the other one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay im gonna sheeeezhh the thing abit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i'll link all your friends for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im so nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEFEEEEEEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spot the F in there^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-8035227744741484964?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/8035227744741484964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=8035227744741484964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/8035227744741484964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/8035227744741484964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2008/11/woahh-damn-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iigP0VwT8es/STIVc8-dA_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/wfJrLaPfY5U/s72-c/1234567.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-73073401781375056</id><published>2008-11-10T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:58:14.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iigP0VwT8es/SRhaAaXLnrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/YWqdr78vCf0/s1600-h/booookworm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267058727332847282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iigP0VwT8es/SRhaAaXLnrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/YWqdr78vCf0/s320/booookworm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby is a bookworm!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love youuu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-73073401781375056?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/73073401781375056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=73073401781375056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/73073401781375056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/73073401781375056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby-is-bookworm-love-youuu.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iigP0VwT8es/SRhaAaXLnrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/YWqdr78vCf0/s72-c/booookworm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-6725008485676613597</id><published>2008-10-28T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:41:51.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fadzlynn here invading(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haaziq is too lazy to update so i'll do it for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, babe thank me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i'll just randomly come here to post bullshit when i gots nothing to do, since you wont be updating anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh tag my blog ah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fallingbombsandshootingstars.bs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FASTER. FASTER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LALALALA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WASTINGGGGGGGG SPACEEEEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DUNNO WHAT TO WRITEEE. I MEAN TYPEEEEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAAZIQ IS EATING NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EAT SLOWER K? K? K?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woogs kay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the holidays are here. And it might suck a little because of this and that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we'll make it through alright babe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was AWESOMEEEE. Thanks syg for EVERYTHINGG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You tigerrrr. Rrrrrrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tight as ever much. GAHAHHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LUFF YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyways, when you are free again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we shall go blade our bottoms off and jump into the sea and swim away from the sharks and play eat and spit ice at people and go 'gym in the swim' and all the lovely things we used to do and shall continue to do added a few new adventures, till the end of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was confusing but i think you get what im tryna say, yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KAY SET.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The convo we are having now is really errr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright back to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE YOU LONG TIMEEEEEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WAIT,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iigP0VwT8es/SQcWCqP8zfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dFzltAHutlA/s1600-h/DSCF0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262198924562451954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iigP0VwT8es/SQcWCqP8zfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dFzltAHutlA/s320/DSCF0563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God, you are so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright dahhh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-6725008485676613597?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/6725008485676613597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=6725008485676613597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/6725008485676613597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/6725008485676613597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2008/10/whammmm.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iigP0VwT8es/SQcWCqP8zfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dFzltAHutlA/s72-c/DSCF0563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-4115392326369236501</id><published>2008-09-14T12:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T12:51:42.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eoy getting nearer each day..&lt;br /&gt;n im drifting away from u..&lt;br /&gt;i mug here, u mug there..&lt;br /&gt;everyone else mugging everywhere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so frustrating..&lt;br /&gt;and i got mad last night..&lt;br /&gt;and it affected her..&lt;br /&gt;IM SORRY BABES..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea looking forward to next week&lt;br /&gt;will be seeing her almost everyday&lt;br /&gt;hopefully her friends dun mind&lt;br /&gt;must get my daily dose of fazytamins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE FUDZLYNN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-4115392326369236501?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/4115392326369236501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=4115392326369236501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/4115392326369236501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/4115392326369236501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2008/09/eoy-getting-nearer-each-day.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-8959714765633656727</id><published>2008-09-09T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T23:33:01.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>girls come and go&lt;br /&gt;one after the other&lt;br /&gt;but i tell u smtg&lt;br /&gt;dis girl im with now,&lt;br /&gt;il keep her forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love FADZLYNN and there is ntg YOU can do about it BITCH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-8959714765633656727?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/8959714765633656727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=8959714765633656727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/8959714765633656727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/8959714765633656727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2008/09/girls-come-and-go-one-after-other-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-8945986414649646481</id><published>2008-09-06T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T18:40:27.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it came suddenly, saving me from my previous break up.&lt;br /&gt;but now its gone so abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;i cant stop thinking its my fault&lt;br /&gt;dun tell me not to blame myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;noe&lt;/span&gt; it IS my fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hurt u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;.. honestly u did too..&lt;br /&gt;but we always get back together stronger&lt;br /&gt;being together was great&lt;br /&gt;but if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;smtg&lt;/span&gt; were to happen, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wud&lt;/span&gt; hurt like mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swore to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nvr&lt;/span&gt; leave you&lt;br /&gt;i promise to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nvr&lt;/span&gt; let u go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; still keeping my promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; still my friend, best friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not being with u is not fun&lt;br /&gt;but having an everlasting friendship with you&lt;br /&gt;is much better than a rocky relationship&lt;br /&gt;i hope u understand tat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; hurting too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; dis together&lt;br /&gt;see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; the future brings us&lt;br /&gt;in our separate paths&lt;br /&gt;but same road to find love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-8945986414649646481?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/8945986414649646481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=8945986414649646481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/8945986414649646481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/8945986414649646481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-came-suddenly-saving-me-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-2717340376543513069</id><published>2008-08-30T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T13:55:02.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why am i crying?&lt;br /&gt;why am i angry?&lt;br /&gt;why am i sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god take me&lt;br /&gt;just take me now&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand dis&lt;br /&gt;just take me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please please&lt;br /&gt;please please&lt;br /&gt;please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;release me from dis anguish&lt;br /&gt;release me from dis pain&lt;br /&gt;coz i dun understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i crying?&lt;br /&gt;why am i angry?&lt;br /&gt;why am i sad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-2717340376543513069?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-5046324825092850398</id><published>2008-08-30T13:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T13:48:55.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know you&lt;br /&gt;and why you are here&lt;br /&gt;there is no turning back&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;just leave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-5046324825092850398?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/5046324825092850398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=5046324825092850398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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screwed up&lt;br /&gt;smtimes u wanna remember the moment&lt;br /&gt;smtimes u just wanna giv it all up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its times like this where everytg comes to place&lt;br /&gt;be it good or bad just except it, its fate&lt;br /&gt;things happen for good reasons&lt;br /&gt;god hand in hand with cupid knows their state&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are times when technology brings us apart&lt;br /&gt;tats the time to take a break from each other&lt;br /&gt;and when ur presence i can no longer feel&lt;br /&gt;it makes me stronger facing the world alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more tears on countless nights&lt;br /&gt;no more hapiness but no more fights&lt;br /&gt;no more times together to sing along&lt;br /&gt;good night baby, just be strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: ntg here is meant to rhyme but smhow it did&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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soul'/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-7992037952371103484</id><published>2008-08-10T19:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T19:41:07.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ripleys believe it or not</title><content type='html'>one thing iv learnt from the last time i posted is tat live is nvr perfect n we cant go on complaining about wat sucks n wat not. we gotta take everytg in our own hands n make the difference. nvr giv up in anytg u do as the fruits of ur labour will definately pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been thru lotsa tat recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and recently i found out smtg damn best!! after 15 plus years of being the only child. bored and alone. i now noe, i actually hav a twin sister. yea yea no one believes us when we tell ppl tat were twins but its true!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were born in kandang kerbau(KK) hospital in July 1993. after our mom pushed us out of her stomach, there was a siren and an announcement asking everyone to evacuate the building as there is a sarin attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarin is a harmful n poisonous gas tat can kill millions with a single drop.&lt;br /&gt;so we were separated during the evacuation. new born babies were sent to a few hospitals in singapore for further nursing. i was sent to mount alvernia hospital while fudzlynn was sent to mount elizabeth hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there the doctors had to rush to write down the date n time of birth. because of that, both our dates n times of birth were anyhow-written. they wrote my date of birth as 9 july 1993 n wrote fudzlynn's date of birth as 23 january 1994.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the screwed up part.. our real parents couldnt find us as the date of birth given by our parents didnt match our date of births which were written by the rushing doctors. so we got separated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily both our fake parents are malays or we would be bengs n lians gone wrong by now. anyways, we just found out tat we are twins when we talked n found lotsa things in common. even the weddings we had to attend were the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went for a DNA test for fun thinking we are cousins. end up we are twins! so tats the story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe it or not.. but its the truth.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-7992037952371103484?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/7992037952371103484/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-6044815082582119527</id><published>2008-07-20T10:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T10:23:38.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one of the rare times i come here to blog now a days.&lt;br /&gt;life is getting more n more fast paced and blogging is suddenly a source of distraction.&lt;br /&gt;but smdays like today, distractions are all i need to pull through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was bad. bad bad bad. other than refereeing a damn boring match in sch, everytg else was bad.&lt;br /&gt;kept saying the wrong things, keep asuming wrongly. i just ended up hurting myself. really wished i didnt.&lt;br /&gt;my heart kept pounding hard n my head was thinking too much. the want n need to cry was irresistable.&lt;br /&gt;throwing tantrums didnt do any good. it just made things worse. so i went to bed thinking i could sleep the pain away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up in the middle of the night for a party break. the next thing i noe, i was on my bed n my mom was lying down beside me. i looked at her confused. she told me they heard a loud sound and it came from my head hitting the sink. i fainted in the bathroom!! freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, tat brings me to dis very moment. typing and thinking to myself. feeling down n emo-ish for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;oh yay! fatin's msg just came in. bye ppl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: sorry if i hurt u alot.. with every drop of tear u shed, il shed a drop of blood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-6044815082582119527?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/6044815082582119527/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-379783855612228034</id><published>2008-06-05T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T23:09:42.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heart bleeds for u..&lt;br /&gt;it bleeds for me..&lt;br /&gt;smtimes u dun get wat u want..&lt;br /&gt;smtimes u cant be wit the one u like..&lt;br /&gt;but it all happens for a reason..&lt;br /&gt;i just wish god respond to my prayers&lt;br /&gt;n just hope fate goes my way..&lt;br /&gt;smday.. ull realise..&lt;br /&gt;hopefully.. soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-379783855612228034?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-2322370972093395269</id><published>2008-05-25T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T12:24:24.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>facing the world without a face&lt;br /&gt;looking into my reflection wit bloodshot eyes&lt;br /&gt;living life without soul&lt;br /&gt;feeling ur essence without heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;making me ache all over&lt;br /&gt;concentrated deep thoughts&lt;br /&gt;wrecking my brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hug my bolster to ease the pain&lt;br /&gt;tried telepathy but it wudnt work&lt;br /&gt;cant seem to find me a remedy&lt;br /&gt;hurt of missing u in vain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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your every move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this is love to a whole new level &lt;div&gt;lust only brings short term joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want is to show u affection&lt;br /&gt;your feelings for me be my redemption&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-551160393154898489?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/551160393154898489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=551160393154898489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/551160393154898489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went from far east to clarke quay&lt;br /&gt;felt like we went everywhere..&lt;br /&gt;tiring day but it was all worth it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watever i did with her..&lt;br /&gt;U PPL DUN HAV TO NOE!!!&lt;br /&gt;L   O   L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures speak a thousand words but&lt;br /&gt;im not a fan of posting pictures..&lt;br /&gt;and baby.. ur HOT!! teehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;misses&lt;br /&gt;JIE!!&lt;br /&gt;chingmay&lt;br /&gt;JIE!!&lt;br /&gt;iliana&lt;br /&gt;JIE!!&lt;br /&gt;JIE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-8665006936748311869?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/8665006936748311869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-4594428858734831793</id><published>2008-05-04T16:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T16:38:57.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks alot man&lt;br /&gt;thanks alot..&lt;br /&gt;fuck up my day..&lt;br /&gt;i needed it soo much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun rite fuck up ppl's day..&lt;br /&gt;especially before exam day..&lt;br /&gt;keep it up man..&lt;br /&gt;fucked up my day might as well fuck up my life..&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-4594428858734831793?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/4594428858734831793/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-5963049450223179034</id><published>2008-05-04T14:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T14:54:51.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck phones!&lt;br /&gt;Fuck technology!&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the world la!&lt;br /&gt;Fuck exams!&lt;br /&gt;Fuck life!&lt;br /&gt;Fuck everything!&lt;br /&gt;ERGHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hate wasting my weekened on ntg!!&lt;br /&gt;FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-5963049450223179034?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/5963049450223179034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-4178303083868556902</id><published>2008-05-04T12:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T12:37:54.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BORED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BORED BORED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BORED BORED BORED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BORED BORED BORED BORED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BORED BORED BORED BORED BORED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BORED BORED BORED BORED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BORED BORED BORED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BORED BORED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BORED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;EXAMS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RIPPING MY BRAINS OFF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SUCKING MY SOUL OUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DIE DIE DIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;EXAMS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-4178303083868556902?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/4178303083868556902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-2333637339720010002</id><published>2008-04-27T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:13:07.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27/04/08</title><content type='html'>weekend post!!&lt;br /&gt;yays!!&lt;br /&gt;eh.. no yays..&lt;br /&gt;sunday means.. tmr sch.. AHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. woke up bump headed..&lt;br /&gt;if thats even a word.. felt like crap..&lt;br /&gt;blasted out A7X after breakfast and it made my morning..&lt;br /&gt;head bangging rocks! :) metal is da sex!!&lt;br /&gt;but.. than i got a bad headache.. a bit high oso..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to religious class.. such a waste of time..&lt;br /&gt;cant study, cant bang head.. cant eat..&lt;br /&gt;:(:(:(:( hav been eating alot but always hungry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got changed after class to go study..&lt;br /&gt;brandon supposed to come he can only make it late..&lt;br /&gt;so i saved him the trouble n asked CHING MAY!!&lt;br /&gt;long time nvr see her.. besttie forever!! lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to popular to buy my pink pencil..&lt;br /&gt;CLASSMATES HAV BEEN STEALING MY PENCILS!!!&lt;br /&gt;PISSING ME OFF.. ergh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studied maths at macs.. ching may u helped alot hor..&lt;br /&gt;volume of cone oso dunno.. haha!!&lt;br /&gt;she was soo cute..&lt;br /&gt;she brought dis thingy which can punch names..&lt;br /&gt;and we played with it ilke.. 1/4 of the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met lots of old sch mates just now..&lt;br /&gt;soo coincidental.. and soo wierd..&lt;br /&gt;seen out with chingy.. haha!!..&lt;br /&gt;studying again tmr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SA1 IM COMING!!!&lt;br /&gt;and ill... ill err..&lt;br /&gt;try not to..&lt;br /&gt;fail?? haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-2333637339720010002?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/2333637339720010002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=2333637339720010002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/2333637339720010002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/2333637339720010002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2008/04/270408.html' title='27/04/08'/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-4975165368040917074</id><published>2008-04-23T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T21:47:26.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wait no more</title><content type='html'>no more waiting..&lt;br /&gt;no more painful nights..&lt;br /&gt;i will move on..&lt;br /&gt;no more waiting for u..&lt;br /&gt;im sick of it coz it will nvr pay off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell for another sm1..&lt;br /&gt;and she gives me certainty..&lt;br /&gt;i know she will be there..&lt;br /&gt;and she wont fail me..&lt;br /&gt;to dis special sm1..&lt;br /&gt;u know who u are**&lt;br /&gt;please wait just a while more..&lt;br /&gt;giv me time to think..&lt;br /&gt;soon it shall all be official..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Hint..&lt;br /&gt;"I'm special when i'm with you"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-4975165368040917074?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/4975165368040917074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=4975165368040917074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/4975165368040917074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/4975165368040917074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-more-waiting.html' title='wait no more'/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-2945291922346730965</id><published>2008-04-23T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T21:54:33.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cross country!! yay!!&lt;br /&gt;VS b DIV GOT FIRST!!! i think..&lt;br /&gt;c div.. guys its ok.. really..&lt;br /&gt;u guys did ur best thats most important..&lt;br /&gt;and ur soo young n soo talented..&lt;br /&gt;next year.. we will bring the title back!&lt;br /&gt;i got faith in all u guys..&lt;br /&gt;as part of the same track n field team..&lt;br /&gt;i promise i wont disappoint u guys..&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prize presentation went wrong coz it rained super heavily&lt;br /&gt;all my books wet!! HOW TO DO HIST HMWK!!&lt;br /&gt;i die tmr.. confirm...&lt;br /&gt;ran out of CCAB in the rain when i had no choice..&lt;br /&gt;now my feet are wrinkled.. DISGUSTING..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIE said iv changed alot.. for the worste..&lt;br /&gt;i dun feel any change.. obviously coz i dun see myself like others do..&lt;br /&gt;jie.. i hope u treat me like uv always treated me k..&lt;br /&gt;and make me straight when it seems like im going the wrong way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats abt it.. next post will be..&lt;br /&gt;long long from now..&lt;br /&gt;good luck for SA1 guys!!&lt;br /&gt;IM GONNA FAIL CHEMISTRY!!&lt;br /&gt;CONFIRM!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-2945291922346730965?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/2945291922346730965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=2945291922346730965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/2945291922346730965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/2945291922346730965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2008/04/cross-country-yay-vs-b-div-got-first-i.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-6004416674385010033</id><published>2008-04-13T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T20:35:47.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I STILL LOVE HER</title><content type='html'>been getting to noe many ppl lately.. girls especially.. many of them..&lt;br /&gt;soo much so, i cant remember which is which smtimes..&lt;br /&gt;even had to ask for their schs again n again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life hav nvr been better.. single and free..&lt;br /&gt;but life hav nvr been soo empty..&lt;br /&gt;the need to giv sm1 ur all..&lt;br /&gt;the need to show affection..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat use are the many girls i made friends with??&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING.. i guess..&lt;br /&gt;wat use is talking to close friends??&lt;br /&gt;still.. NOTHING..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz i dun need sm1 to talk to..&lt;br /&gt;i dun need sm1 to listen..&lt;br /&gt;i dun need more friends who are girls..&lt;br /&gt;all i need is you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but where are u when i need u??&lt;br /&gt;ur mom took u away..&lt;br /&gt;all i can do is wait.. hope..&lt;br /&gt;that smday ull be free..&lt;br /&gt;and we could be together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat if it takes a while??&lt;br /&gt;wat if it takes years??&lt;br /&gt;wat if it doesnt ever happen??&lt;br /&gt;i dun care.. il still wait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz no one else makes butterflies flutter in my stomach..&lt;br /&gt;no one makes cotton candy not melt in my mouth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur always in my heart..&lt;br /&gt;n ur name.. forever on my hand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a......l.........w...........a................y.................s................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-6004416674385010033?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/6004416674385010033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=6004416674385010033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/6004416674385010033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/6004416674385010033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2008/04/been-getting-to-noe-many-ppl-lately.html' title='I STILL LOVE HER'/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-8512315974399916252</id><published>2008-03-29T22:33:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T22:42:39.985+09:00</updated><title type='text'>i loved her</title><content type='html'>i fell for her..&lt;br /&gt;fell deep deep for her..&lt;br /&gt;and now i cant get out..&lt;br /&gt;wat i tot was 'like'..&lt;br /&gt;turned out to be 'love'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love so strong, so effective&lt;br /&gt;everytg bad inside me goes away&lt;br /&gt;everytime i see or hear her name..&lt;br /&gt;her voice so pure.. no word can describe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that love HAS to disappear&lt;br /&gt;and i cant make it..&lt;br /&gt;coz everytime im alone,&lt;br /&gt;in the bus, sitting in my living room,&lt;br /&gt;lying on my bed, listening to music,&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING I DO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i think of her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hurt like nvr before..&lt;br /&gt;its a whole new defination of heartbreak..&lt;br /&gt;worste than being dumped..&lt;br /&gt;worste than breaking up..&lt;br /&gt;and i want all the suffering to end..&lt;br /&gt;but i dunno how..&lt;br /&gt;n i noe, it wont..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-8512315974399916252?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/8512315974399916252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-7433175113804329302</id><published>2008-03-25T19:31:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T19:57:23.673+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels from HELL</title><content type='html'>left all alone, cold..&lt;br /&gt;heartbroken, mad&lt;br /&gt;and useless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kneeling in the rain&lt;br /&gt;crying.. in pain..&lt;br /&gt;soaked in a puddle diluted with blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an angel came by&lt;br /&gt;sheltering u from the rain..&lt;br /&gt;giving u a blanket for warmth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;putting casts n bandages on my heart&lt;br /&gt;scraping clay to cover tiny chips&lt;br /&gt;sanding it smooth for a clean finish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u see the angel smiling b4 u sleep&lt;br /&gt;she stands next to you in ur dreams&lt;br /&gt;still holding up an umbrella for ur shelter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start to wonder where she came from&lt;br /&gt;sent from god to ur aid&lt;br /&gt;or from the devils to deceive u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when you think deeper..&lt;br /&gt;you start to feel..&lt;br /&gt;attached to the angel.. closer.. closer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an angel doing her duties?&lt;br /&gt;or do u misinterprete it as..&lt;br /&gt;L..L..L..Love..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when u find the truth..&lt;br /&gt;it feeds into ur flesh&lt;br /&gt;like vultures feasting ur corpse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there she leaves u&lt;br /&gt;lying in the rain&lt;br /&gt;puddle of diluted blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left all alone, cold..&lt;br /&gt;heartbroken, mad&lt;br /&gt;and useless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-7433175113804329302?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-2731056567376833473</id><published>2008-03-18T22:51:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T21:51:09.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>400m.. 56.49s..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cud hav done much much better if i hadnt slacked at the start..&lt;br /&gt;n if that sm1 hadnt chose to msg me..&lt;br /&gt;as i quote my good friend kejin,&lt;br /&gt;"the reason for an athlete's underperformance, is his relationship problems.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. im just moving on like she is.. obviously it was hard..&lt;br /&gt;excruciating.. intense.. stressful..&lt;br /&gt;any other synonym 4 it.. tag me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i learnt from it..&lt;br /&gt;nvr care abt wat others think.. everytg is abt YOU..&lt;br /&gt;and.. just say wat u want n not wat other ppl wud want u to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta say tnx to sm1 though..&lt;br /&gt;a girl.. yes.. a girl.. but dis time..&lt;br /&gt;not jie.. she is another girl..&lt;br /&gt;nice n sweet.. n erm.. TALL..&lt;br /&gt;haha!!&lt;br /&gt;uv been there for me all the time..&lt;br /&gt;:):):):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ziqué&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-2731056567376833473?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/2731056567376833473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=2731056567376833473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/2731056567376833473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/2731056567376833473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2008/03/400m.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-5657082615329442888</id><published>2008-03-01T23:37:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T21:52:52.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life rocks</title><content type='html'>LIFE RAWKS YO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now atleast..&lt;br /&gt;im in a band!! metal band.. REMENISSIONS..&lt;br /&gt;n im the.. singer.. more like.. screamer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh screaming is such a good workout yo! works ur abs..&lt;br /&gt;and LAM, SZ, ZACK, ISSAC, JASON.. u guys rawk!!&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting, WEI RON the new guy..&lt;br /&gt;oh oh.. KWEK!! my fav class partner!!&lt;br /&gt;screaming is the sex man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams.. fortunately.. n shockingly..&lt;br /&gt;I DID WELL!! ok not very very well but..&lt;br /&gt;better than always.. bluek!! haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i gotta noe sm new friends.. totally rawks!&lt;br /&gt;1st there is dis metal/screamo girl.. totally crazie.. but cool..&lt;br /&gt;than there is dis rgs basketballer.. like.. super tall!! i feel like a smurf.. :(&lt;br /&gt;oh nono.. i dun think ur a giant.. im just small.. dun crush me!! haha.!.!.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n sec 3 camp coming!! cant wait!! CCPT!!! (3B boys wud noe wat it is)&lt;br /&gt;muahahahahahaha!!!! evil laughter.. i lov the sound of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh n i changed my name.. no more MAT NOR.. its now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ziqué(mr. siao gav it to me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-5657082615329442888?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/5657082615329442888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=5657082615329442888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/5657082615329442888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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special sm1.. or not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just a fun day to enjoy with friends..&lt;br /&gt;new friends especially, the bestest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for sm(me), its just another normal day..&lt;br /&gt;trying to get the fullest of life..&lt;br /&gt;as i try to forget valentines day..&lt;br /&gt;in history..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-2965162721112512566?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/2965162721112512566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=2965162721112512566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/2965162721112512566'/><link 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style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" height="219" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iigP0VwT8es/R5wH--MkzGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CgwcX_sjWvw/s320/thumbnail%5B2%5D.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was bored..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was staring..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was waiting..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was emo-ing..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was missing sm1 badly..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was sick..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was dying.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;but now i recovered..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 meet..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;did everything..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;the ray of hope..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;my baby..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;like an afterlife..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;like a new beginning..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;like a revival..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;like a cleansing of my soul..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i owe it all to u..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything i ever wanted..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything i ever wished for..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and everything.. i ever got..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;we make mistakes..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;we forgive..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;we show affection..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;we love..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;the piece of my heart..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;specially for u is growing..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;each day..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;im pouring my heart out to u..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;its just smtg i have to do..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;prove my love, ur always a part..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and now girl.. i giv u my heart..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-6707795297687557525?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/6707795297687557525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=6707795297687557525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/6707795297687557525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/6707795297687557525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-give-u-my-heart.html' title='i give u my heart'/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iigP0VwT8es/R5wH--MkzGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CgwcX_sjWvw/s72-c/thumbnail%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-3740668214315039070</id><published>2008-01-18T17:58:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T22:43:04.871+09:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;stupid payment thing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;WASTE MY TIME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;like 1 hour plus of my time spent sitting there waiting for my turn.. like wtf!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;could hav went home to rest.. play wit my friends.. bloody ass fucking bugger at the counter..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;dunno how to type on comp maybe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and when i needed help to calm down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;when im soo mad i could kill sm1 rite there rite then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my feelings speeks for itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my true 1st priority came to mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;helped quite a bit..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wat was i to do next?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;go online ofcoz.. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;thats wats next..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;guess who i found online??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;nazreen!! haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the moment we started talking, i totaly forgot abt my anger!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;cool rite?? i tot i was mad.. but it worked!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;note to self.. tok to nazreen when ur angry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;its a medicine like no other.. cool..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;lucky to hav such a good n nice friend lor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;if wan friend, find nice ppl like nazreen k&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but not to forget!! dearest.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;she added to the brightness of my smile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;she started the brightness n even added to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;she didnt hav to do anytg much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;im just always happy tokin to her.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;so thanks ppl who hav helped in one way or another.. and..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NIL SINE LABORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663333;"&gt;wanna hang out smtime nazreen??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663333;"&gt;long time no see sia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663333;"&gt;and i dun believe u say ur very short!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663333;"&gt;so.. peace! and go online more often will ya..&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/1521863502193788284-3740668214315039070?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/3740668214315039070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=3740668214315039070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/3740668214315039070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/3740668214315039070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2008/01/friends.html' title='FRIENDS'/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-3733393701392245083</id><published>2008-01-13T21:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T21:36:32.416+09:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wat happens when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the moon stops orbiting earth??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wat happens when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;earth stop going ard the sun??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wat happens when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stars fall down on earth??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;wat happens when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;a cactus loose water??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;wat happens when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;a rose doesnt get sunlight??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;wat happens when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;ferns dun get food??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ppl die.. they die.. we die..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;                                                                               &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; please stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;                                                                                 this mess..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;dis is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;life and death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;                                                                                survival &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt; is at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;stake&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/1521863502193788284-3733393701392245083?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/3733393701392245083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=3733393701392245083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/3733393701392245083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/3733393701392245083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2008/01/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-4652113936601675250</id><published>2008-01-09T19:58:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T20:13:50.081+09:00</updated><title type='text'>blah blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;OLA ppl!! :) happy belated new year!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ayo nvr post anytg very long liao..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no time sia.. sorry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trng n sch..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway.. sch rocks LOR!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all my teachers rockz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my classmates rockz.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everytg is just falling into place..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DIS REMINDS ME!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wud like to giv a shout out to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my classmates.. schoolmates..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;teachers of VS(if any of u visit dis site)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;outside friends(cant list all)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my family.. my dudes of hazards..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my GF, and all track n field members..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i quote "you hav to hav a dream or you will go nowhere" Kofi Annan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i quote again"do not treat life too seriously as you would still end up dead" class 95 DJs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;think abt it.. oh n im sad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sch start ah.. cant meet gf wan sia..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hav my trngs n she hav her remedials..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hope dis ends soon.. the clashing of our schdule i mean..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;k tts all i think.. did i miss anytg??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NEHH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;oh and to you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;now very busy la.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;ayo.. how?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;nvm.. soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;I LOVE SUSHI!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-4652113936601675250?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/4652113936601675250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=4652113936601675250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/4652113936601675250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/4652113936601675250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2008/01/blah-blah.html' title='blah blah'/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-2011273751330372208</id><published>2007-12-30T22:32:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T22:36:13.548+09:00</updated><title type='text'>humiliation pressure and insanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;One year down and I got to know&lt;br /&gt;One year up and I got to go&lt;br /&gt;All this stuff is it just for show&lt;br /&gt;Coz I cant take this anymore&lt;br /&gt;All this stuff is it not for me&lt;br /&gt;All I feel its just fantasy&lt;br /&gt;So please stop, pleasing me&lt;br /&gt;Coz ill give up eventually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1&lt;br /&gt;I cant take this,&lt;br /&gt;They make fun of me, they take life off me&lt;br /&gt;One by one they are teasing me&lt;br /&gt;Outraged by the way they are treating me&lt;br /&gt;Making me feel sucky, stop the misery&lt;br /&gt;So what do I do when im in this mess&lt;br /&gt;What, I expect them to confess?&lt;br /&gt;Oh please no just take me away&lt;br /&gt;Coz its part of life at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;Life is short so live it, life is cruel so free it&lt;br /&gt;Life is cheap so pay it, and Life’s unfair, just fuck it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2&lt;br /&gt;A year has passed, and I got my chance&lt;br /&gt;Finally I advance, to my white long pants&lt;br /&gt;With levis shoes, cool brown bags&lt;br /&gt;No more strapy shoes, big harvest sacks&lt;br /&gt;was so long waiting for this day&lt;br /&gt;life ticks away, leave breath astray&lt;br /&gt;leaving kiddy days, khaki short ways&lt;br /&gt;but it backfires, right in my face&lt;br /&gt;all u get of wats left of me&lt;br /&gt;its just growth and uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;cant take the pressure its killing me&lt;br /&gt;and how do I face insanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 3&lt;br /&gt;Push me off, throw me out&lt;br /&gt;Come and I’ll show you what I’m all about&lt;br /&gt;Slice me thin, cut me deep&lt;br /&gt;You pounce on me when I’m fast asleep&lt;br /&gt;Now Isn’t that a coward thing to do&lt;br /&gt;Or are you just trying to pass time through&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel bad, angry or sad&lt;br /&gt;Punch in your face, I’ll give you that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-2011273751330372208?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/2011273751330372208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=2011273751330372208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/2011273751330372208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/2011273751330372208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2007/12/humiliation-pressure-and-insanity.html' title='humiliation pressure and insanity'/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-7189181946195667360</id><published>2007-12-01T21:18:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T22:39:13.883+09:00</updated><title type='text'>power song!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cry alone, I've gone away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more nights, no more pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've gone alone, took all my strength&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've made the change,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't see you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorrow, sank deep inside my blood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the ones around me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cared for and loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Building up inside of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A place so dark, so cold, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had to set me free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't mourn for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're not the one to place the blame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As bottles call my name &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't see you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorrow sank deep inside my blood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the ones around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cared for and most of all I loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I can't see myself that way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please don't forget me or cry while I'm away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cry alone, I've gone away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more nights, no more pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've gone alone, took all my strength&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I've made the change,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't see you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So far away, I'm gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please don't follow me tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And while I'm gone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more breath inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Essence left my heart tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more breath inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Essence left my heart tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-7189181946195667360?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/7189181946195667360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=7189181946195667360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/7189181946195667360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/7189181946195667360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2007/12/power-song.html' title='power song!!'/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-4913453860238061939</id><published>2007-11-29T21:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T22:16:29.927+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;whoa.. how long havnt i been here?? gosh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;k k.. was really busy la.. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;training!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;5 times a week!! aikido classes every monday nite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;tts some schedule.. dont u think?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;BUT!! 1 good thing abt training was, i get to be in charge!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;ok not tt its such a big deal.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;not tt i like being in charge but..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;it makes me feel tt im trusted..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;dun get tt too often.. SPECIALLY at hm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ok so today went to training.. and..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OH oh!! did i tell u i am now a hurdler??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yea i am.. takin 400m hurdles next year..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;still a sprinter but.. hurdles is FUNN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;further more.. (hav rgs girls) SHHH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHAHAHA!!! JOKING OK!! chill..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and my bond wit fellow team mates..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;GETTING BETTER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;been out wit juniours go Wild Wild Wet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;play pool wit seniors..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;tts the life huh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TRACK TOTALLY RAWKS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;oh &lt;/span&gt;anyways, after training, went Bishan stadium..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;guess for wat?? jog.. train again.. dun call me crazy coz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my BABY there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;anyhoo, went to eat wit kakak n mike..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;watched smtg wit dearest..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;caught dis cute but actually totally crap movie..&lt;br /&gt;ENCHANTED.. very fairytale.. verry sweet but.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a bit tooooo much singging.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;gah.. i wanna keep going on n on n on.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;bla bla bla.. yada yada yada..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but my fingers hurt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;so just gonna say.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;my last few months hav been the best iv ever had in me life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;special thanks to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;KaKaK :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;mike (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DearEsT&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&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/1521863502193788284-4913453860238061939?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/4913453860238061939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=4913453860238061939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/4913453860238061939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/4913453860238061939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2007/11/whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-1800814094217055296</id><published>2007-10-23T20:13:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T20:56:04.118+09:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry, blame it on me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hey ppl... sorry ah.. soo long nvr update.. my bad my bad.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eh no not my fault.. exams! stress! many2 things.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;got back papers just now.. i did better than expected.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;COOL!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;expected: FAIL... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;achived: PASS... (borderline though)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh but eng, PRO.. PE theory.. PRO-ER!! haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;got 90+++ for PE eh!! n i didnt study.. yep2..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK.. shall stop sounding like im bragging.. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gg through hard times.. wasnt a piece of cake..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tnx to my dearest.. everytg went quite ok...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tnx to the east gang.. u brought up my mat-ish ways..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i dun like it!! thanks alot man..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u ppl suck.. eh no.. the boss suck.. yea..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the boss suck!! ur not even a boss la.. hamchi!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chill man haaziq... chill... DIS PPL DUN DESERVE U..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh n atleast now i noe.. who my friends really are..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ppl who were always wit me.. makin me smile..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tot u were friends.. but ur just a bunch of cowards..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trapped under tt girl... who claims to be a boy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to ppl whom i nvr look at s a good or best friend.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my appologies to u.. coz.. ur actually the ones who were there for me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all dis while.. i just nvr notice.. SORRY PPL...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well there it goes.. it takes 2 years to noe ur friends.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my dearest however.. i just lov u alot la.. haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she came my house for rya.. n my mom..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she wasnt angry at all.. haha.. super surprised..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe finally she notice tt its time there is another girl in my life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my baby girl.. my guardian angel..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AM I A LUCKY BOY or WAT??!!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DIS IS THE LIFE&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-1800814094217055296?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/1800814094217055296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=1800814094217055296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/1800814094217055296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/1800814094217055296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2007/10/sorry-blame-it-on-me.html' title='sorry, blame it on me'/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-2874268012808053297</id><published>2007-09-16T21:34:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T21:52:58.722+09:00</updated><title type='text'>contemplate life</title><content type='html'>sorry long time no update guys.. gals.. been busy wit.. stuff.. EOY's.. been mugging like hell in case u ppl dunno.. having some troubled thinking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sure wats gg on.. having nightmares every single nite.. not once a nite but atleast twice or trice!! life seems soo scary in my nightmar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sm how, it seems soo real.. the feeling i feel in the nightmare and when i wake up from it.. is the same.. woke up feeling like life is over.. it happened yesterday.. and dis morn.. i shattered to pieces and broke down crying.. just to notice tt wat happened was just a nightmare..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. yea.. trying to get rid of dis stupid nightmares.. so yea.. its overtaking my mind..&lt;br /&gt;no one seem to b able to make me feel better.. ok maybe dearest &lt;3 helped a bit.. thank god i hav her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. back to life.. ntg much.. i was super noisy in mdrsh today.. but sm how super smart too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but some of the ussual jokers not there to join me like always so yea.. boring crackking jokes alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl laugh at my jokes, than i laugh at wat??!! im not gonna laugh at my own jokes rite?? itll look lame.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess tts about it for now.. to those ppl who keep asking me update.. to YOU.. dowanna say who .. happy not??!! lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: lov u loads dearest &lt;3!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-2874268012808053297?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/2874268012808053297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=2874268012808053297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/2874268012808053297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/2874268012808053297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2007/09/contemplate-life.html' title='contemplate life'/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-3481085353312186283</id><published>2007-09-11T20:15:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T20:38:27.814+09:00</updated><title type='text'>4 letter word... QUIT..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;body starts to tremble.. hands start to shiver.. heart starts pumping harder.. heart beat almost stops beating.. sick in the stomach.. reflexes slow down.. eyesight start blurring.. knees start wibbling.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time is passing... the clock still ticking.. tick.. tick. tick.. and..&lt;br /&gt;crrrrrckk... it stops.. brain dead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And the famous 4 letter word comes to mind.. *u#$!!!!!! when ever stress overcome us.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey! wat u thinking??!! saying the 4 letter word out soo loud!!.. its bad! its a sin to say it! tts the forbidden word! ur gonna get in deep shit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;!.. wait a minute.. wat u gasping about?? wat 4 letter word u think im using??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&gt;&gt;Q&gt;&gt;U&gt;&gt;I&gt;&gt;T&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tts it.. tts my 4 letter word.. and yes.. i did use it.. alot lately.. may god forgiv me.. and all of u who used it before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;"take problems as challenges.. always giv all out at the final sprint and nvr quit.. coz u might not know the fruits of labour waiting for you at the finish line" Dr. William Tan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;EOY's.. heart breaker to some.. start of a new life for others.. but which ever catagory u end up in.. always.. do not  #U*@... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u might be in the heart broken group.. but make it be.. ur succesful failure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;for those who end up starting a great new life wit ur ooo soo good results.. make sure.. it doesnt turn out to be ur failing succes.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-3481085353312186283?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/3481085353312186283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=3481085353312186283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/3481085353312186283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/3481085353312186283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2007/09/4-letter-word-quit.html' title='4 letter word... QUIT..'/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-9089089456562753573</id><published>2007-09-10T22:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T22:18:26.331+09:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN DAY!!</title><content type='html'>went to sch myself today... fun2! ok not fun but.. somwhow very high the whole day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was about to sleep in the bus when i heard about track n field on the tv mobile.. they showing chanel news asia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than suddenly soo interested.. cnt sleep ready.. by then, i was wide awake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASAFA POWELL BROKE THE RECORD.... YET AGAIN!!! by 0.03sec!! OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, all u... MoFu's who ever said tyson gay faster... WAT DO U HAV TO SAY ABT TT!!!??? cmon la guys.. ASAFA POWELL!!! he wont let me down.. HE WONT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. yea.. tts the reason im SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO happy today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than sch like normal... last period... music.. we hav a psyco teacher who thinks music is life.. but today, he totally didnt turn up at the music room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all gathered in a circle n played... murderer, the finger game which goes.. tit ti ti tit tit.. tit tit.. and this chines game where we go... SA! and.. FAN SA!.. POM!.. ELELELEEL! and.. EHH!! very funny... haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than after sch met wit Brandon.. he wanted to blanja me dunno y.. so yea.. he got me dis ice latte from starbucks which cost like.. $5.10.. soo exx la!! but he seem to think its ntg ah.. rich bugger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than meet dearest &lt;3!! watch ratatouille... miss her soooo much la!! went to eat after tt.. chatted about stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST DAY EVER!! i guess.. yep!! best day!! haha... tnx syg &lt;3!!! lov u loads...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-9089089456562753573?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/9089089456562753573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=9089089456562753573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/9089089456562753573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/9089089456562753573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2007/09/fun-day.html' title='FUN DAY!!'/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-3662695778852712065</id><published>2007-09-09T23:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T23:56:25.815+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sound of the radio in almost full blast woke me up today.. bit.. headache when i woke up.. like.. blur2.. haha.. didnt wanna get up of bed coz of lethargy but had to coz my head told me to.. anyways.. went to geylang market wit parents.. wait.. no.. we went joo chiat complex buy curtain n i saw dis long sleave pink n black stipe shirt.. FELL IN LOV WIT IT!!.. but no stock for my size.. sooo sad.. it broke my heart.. HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than went home.. sleep i think.. cnt recall properly... n n .. i finished my book so was soo bored dun hav a book to read.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;tts abt all i can rmbr.. BLUEKS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-3662695778852712065?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/3662695778852712065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=3662695778852712065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/3662695778852712065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/3662695778852712065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2007/09/sound-of-radio-in-almost-full-blast.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-6103715526532181549</id><published>2007-09-08T20:07:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:27:43.832+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Live The Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ppl come n ppl go.. auditions pass and auditions flow.. talentime.. campus superstar.. singapore idol.. anugerah.. the singging anugerah.. the acting anugerah.. now.. latest.. Live The Dream.. many different kinds of shows that turns ordinary ppl into stars.. Singapore is a small country... with only about almost 4,000,000 ppl. in every show/competition.. many thousand ppl take part.. tell u, in three years time or soo, ppl will be walking around.. "eh! u tt guy on talentime rite??" "you!! tt chio bu from campus superstar??" "AHH!!! tts the singapore idol guy!! he's such a cuttie!!" "eh! isnt tt the minah in anugerah??" "eh tt geek!! he is tt anugerah actor!!" imagine walking in orchard road n hearing this things throughout the day!!?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;thats one situation.. but ppl.. s much s we gotta support our home-born artist and stars, realy.. many many many many ppl who go into this shows.. n god.. they've got noo talent.. u go talentime, singapore idol.. n u cnt sing.. go anugerah, u cant act.. go campus superstar.. only hav the nice face.. c'mon ppl... and some even cnt take advice from judges.. "some ppl hav shattered dreams.. and some fulfill them.. but singging is just not ur cup of tea" "plz!! dun sing anymore" u can dance but u cnt sing.. maybe take up dancing instead??" and u go off crying.. swearing.. cursing.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, being told tt u SUCK!! hurts.. but.. u see.. its just reality.. face it.. oh for those who still wanna waste ur time joining these talent searching show when u hav got no talent for tt show.. maybe tts y there is the newly recognised..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIVE THE DREAM..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;think they spelt it wrongly.. maybe they meant..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lEAVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the dream.. teehee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;PS: im saying this just for the sake of fun, laughter, peace and joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-6103715526532181549?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/6103715526532181549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=6103715526532181549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/6103715526532181549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/6103715526532181549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2007/09/live-dream.html' title='Live The Dream'/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-6522861378875994582</id><published>2007-09-08T19:50:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:05:39.403+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Math.. Day spoiler!!!</title><content type='html'>1st of all, to anyone whom i said tt i love maths, now... I HATE IT!! maths is the reason i was real moody and grumpy today.. well, luckily hav dearest&lt;3 who made me feel a lot better.. she always does.. doing hmwk when i came across dis question which teacher havnt teach.. n remembered the question came out in CA2.. so was cursing n swearing under my breath at my teacher la.. than, tot i wud meet up wit Jie.. ask her teach me.. surprisingly, she agreed!! i tot she wud not la.. coz somebody dun wan her xiao di ready mah!! haha.. even forget to buy me vodoo doll!! haha.. jkjkjk.. went to macs to do my work la.. actually more like she do 4 me.. but than.. she started toking about her "friend" alot.. and kept askin about my dearest&lt;3.. bit.. boring then... i wanted to go cut hair la but dad say he wont pay for it so i nvr cut.. damn pissed la my hair makes me feel stuffy!! well, than jie wanna meet her "friend" when i wanted to go off.. n she forced me to wait with her.. tot of saying hi to her friend la but when he came, i straight away go off without saying bye.. cnt help it.. JIE real sorry.. im not being mean.. juz didnt wanna excidently burst out laughing into his face rite?? haha.. well, there is ntg wrong wit him!! its juz me.. haha... most of all, muz say my special tnx to dearest&lt;3 for keeping me company throughout the day.. and keeping me calm n not soo angry.. teehee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-6522861378875994582?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/6522861378875994582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=6522861378875994582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/6522861378875994582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/6522861378875994582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2007/09/math-day-spoiler.html' title='Math.. Day spoiler!!!'/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-8861623880035135987</id><published>2007-09-07T22:07:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T22:30:02.121+09:00</updated><title type='text'>TEEHEE</title><content type='html'>hmms.. training in the morning. was soo excited to go training coz we wanted to FINALLY giv miss yu(our clach) a teacher's day present. well, a bit too late i noe, but.. her fault la!! nearest training to teacher's day was on... the past monday.. msged her asking if she wud b coming training.. she said, no matter rain or shine.. than.. last minute she msg say change training to tuesday coz she felt sick.. so i was looking forward to tuesday.. coz i really really love training. than.. guess wat?? last minute she say change training to wednesday.. so we thought she wud come la.. the seniors all come despite having to study for their O's.. but she failed us.. so we played soccer instead of doing her program. she wasnt there anyway.. felt guilty though.. than.. we decided to giv her her present today la.. n.. she blew us off yet AGAIN.. but dis time we did her program.. tnx to my enthusiasm.. after training went to 7/11.. eat.. super duper hungry.. haha.. than stay there tok until soooo long.. and met up wit Jie at TP for a while.. nvr see her for soooo long.. she cut her pony tail n let her hair go.. she become like sooooo thin.. she felt like a stranger to me.. roars.. go kiddy palace.. i juz wanted to play wit the magic no.8 ball.. u noe the one tt ans ur questions.. n she is damn childish btw, go look at the tamagochi thing n still saving money to buy it.. its very cute la but she is 18 years old leh!!! than hav those children toys.. the barney can talk when u press its chest, she go press all the barneys until like.. sooo noisy.. damn funny.. n she looked soo happy to do tt.. seem a bit old for tt kinda stuff rite?? haha.. tt juz goes to show tt somethings can bring out the child in you.. no matter how old u are.. so yea.. erm.. i went home than she go meet her friend.. n than it was at 3+pm. reach home dunno wat to do.. luckily hav spongebob movie on HBO.. yay! long time since i watched spongebob.. but soo sad.. dearest not in the country so.. tot of her the whole day.. even while wit Jie.. damn bored the whole day.. was surprised how much i miss dearest.. n she is gone for only about 1 nite.. the day went on soo slowly.. so.. i decided to study.. hate it when im forced to study JUST to waste time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-8861623880035135987?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/8861623880035135987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=8861623880035135987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/8861623880035135987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/8861623880035135987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2007/09/teehee.html' title='TEEHEE'/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-6068156192698913169</id><published>2007-09-07T21:22:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T21:52:17.508+09:00</updated><title type='text'>BaTaS LaNgIt ParT 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Tuliskan sepucuk surat daripada seorang watak kepada seorang lagi watak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kepada Ani,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ani, apa khabar kamu sekeluarga? Baik-baik sahaja? Kita di sini, bukan la bagus sangat. Kadang-kala, tidak ada makanan. Terpaksa aku dan Adi kelaparan. Namun, masih boleh hidup. Ayah kau sakit. Kencing manisnya semakin memakan. Tapi, dia berdegil juga. Masih mahu minum teh dengan banyak susu. Tidak tahu la aku hendak buat apa. Sakitnya, semakin hari semakin teruk. Asyik terbatuk-batuk sahaja tanpa henti. Aku pun ada juga batuk-batuk. Dada selalu sakit. Adi pula sekarang sudah bekerja. Dia pergi potong pokok kelapa, mencuci kereta setiap malam Sabtu dan kadang-kala pergi mencari timah sari untuk dijual. Dialah yang memberi mak sedikit wang untuk kami hidup. Dia sudah ada di sekolah menengah melayu sekarang. Mak rindu juga dengan kau. Sekali-sekala, datang la jenguk mak. Ajak Laki kau dan bawa anak kau. Aku pun hendak tengok cucu aku. Mak harap kau sekeluarga hidup dengan tenang. Jaga diri baik-baik. Sampai sini sahaja la surat mak ni. Sehingga kita jumpa lagi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yang benar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mak Timah&lt;/strong&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/1521863502193788284-6068156192698913169?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/6068156192698913169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=6068156192698913169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/6068156192698913169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/6068156192698913169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2007/09/batas-langit-part-2.html' title='BaTaS LaNgIt ParT 2'/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-1449538320729735089</id><published>2007-09-07T20:43:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T21:21:20.026+09:00</updated><title type='text'>BaTaS LaNgIt ParT 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;2. Tuliskan sebuah diari entri yang ditulis oleh Adi. Ceritakan pengalaman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wahai Diari,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pagi-pagi lagi sudah ada kain rentang bertulis: KAMI MAHU SEKOLAH MENENGAH MELAYU. Paling ramai, murid perempuan. mereka samua sedang memegang sepanduk kecil yang bertulis macam-macam. Sedang aku hendak mengikut mereka, aku teringat pesanan ibu supaya jangan ke mana-mana. Bapa sedang sakit teruk. Tetapi, melihat eadaan yang begitu hebat, aku megikut mereka juga untuk melihat mogok. Tiba sahaja di sana, ada seorang lelaki yang muka macam cina berucap. Dia mengucap tentang hak kita orang melayu belajar hingga berpelajaran tinggi dan mendapat pekerjaan lebih baik daripada menjadi seorang peon atau mata-mata. Dia mengucap dengan suara yang kuat, lantang dan berapi-api. Aku amat kagum dengan ucapan beliau. Aku turut bersorak bersama-sama murid-murid yang lain. Semakin lelaki itu bercakap dengan penuh semangat, semakin heboh dan panas keadaan di situ. Kini, ramai yang sudah mula memaki-maki penjajah. Penjajah ini la, penjajah itu la. Kata-kata lelaki itu, betul juga. Takkan kita mahu jadi peon atau mata-mata seumur hidup? Dengan pelajaran yang kurang tinggi, bila masyarakat melayu hendak maju? Bagaimana nusantara ini boleh menuju ke hadapan? Selepas orang itu berucap, giliran seorang tua pula. Dia pun berucap tentang perkara yang sama. semua orang di kelilingku kelihatan semangat sekali. Kini sudah ramai pemberita surat khabar tiba dan banyak gambar dipetik bertalu-talu. lelaki tua itu juga berucap dengan semangat dan pelajar-pelajar semua semakin banyak memaki-maki penjajah. Di tengah-tengah sorakkan ini, aku tiba-tiba teringat pesanan ibu dan bapa sedang sakit kuat. Polis sudah pun tiba dan murid-murid disuruh bersurai. Aku berjalan dengan pantas untuk pulang. Hatiku terasa pilu teringatkan ayah yang sedang sakit kuat. Aku sudah tidak menghirau kan seperti mana suasana di tempat kita mogok tadi. Tiba di rumah, Abang Dolah, Kak Habsah dan Mail Sengau sudah ada. Ayah semakin teruk sakitnya. Aku memicit-micit tangan ayah dan menangis di sampingnya. Hatiku terhiris bagaikan sembilu. Rumahku, sekolahku, hidupku, semuanya seperti dihancurkan di depan mataku. Mail Senagu disuruh ibu memanggil kakak di rumahnya. Abang Dolah membaca Yassin. Aku, tidak tahu membaca Yassin, tetapi Abang Dolah menyuruhku baca Fatihah dan Kulhu banyak-banyak. Kira-kira jam sebelas, Mail Sengau pulang dengan kakak, lakinya dan anaknya.Kini Abang Dolah semakin kerap membisikkan dan mengajar Ayah mengucap kalimah. Kelihatan muka ayah sangat tersiksa untuk menarik nafas panjang yang terakhir. Mukanya berkerut-kerut menahan sakit. Ayah pun menahan sakit dengan tabah dan menarik nafas panjangnya yang terakhir. Air mataku mengalir sahaja membasahi pipiku. Ayah telah pun kembali kepada penciptanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-1449538320729735089?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/1449538320729735089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=1449538320729735089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/1449538320729735089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/1449538320729735089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2007/09/batas-langit-part-1.html' title='BaTaS LaNgIt ParT 1'/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-42461494528854435</id><published>2007-09-07T17:17:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T17:25:55.408+09:00</updated><title type='text'>TeAcHeR---&gt;MeNtOr---&gt;FRieNd</title><content type='html'>beeb!! was on the comp late last nite.. until about 12am.. was on msn la.. was about to go offline when i noticed my special most fav malay teacher in the world online.. so decided to say hi n stuff.. felt so comfortable toking to her.. not like toking to a teacher at all.. even felt like her friend or smtg.. anyways.. we toked about stuff than suddenly about my dearest.. how i noe her n stuff like tt.. tell me.. how often do u get a teacher soo open minded huh?? she kinda disturb me until.. alot.. but its ok.. i disturb her back.. well, was just soooo hapy to tok to her.. might hav carried on toking till the next day but im no owl so went to slp at 12am... yea.. once a teacher.. now.. a mentor.. n a friend.. but the amount of respect.... STAYS.. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-42461494528854435?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/42461494528854435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=42461494528854435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/42461494528854435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/42461494528854435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2007/09/teacher-mentor-friend.html' title='TeAcHeR---&gt;MeNtOr---&gt;FRieNd'/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-3070677405346165542</id><published>2007-09-06T20:57:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T17:15:10.329+09:00</updated><title type='text'>1mth anni</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1day... 2days... 4days... 8days..... 14days.... 22days.....29days... 31days.... HEY!! tts 1 mth!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;erm.. writing dis for 4th september.. 2nd best day in my life.. 1st was ofcoz.. 4th august.. lets see... i wanted to go watch ratatouille. n syg wanted go ViVo.. wanted to show me mr.snowman.. haha.. uber cute.. but than.. her dearSIS n bf called. dun really rmbr wat hapened but we joined them to play pool.. after eating at novena.. s me n syg were under age, at 1st cnt go in la... than we stand there long2.. the guy say, aya.. juz go la.. (i tot it was part of "mike's" plan) well, so we played.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;1st time play pool... bit wierd i guess.. went to tt mall in woodlands to watch 1408 after tt.. the movie was "SUPER GOOD" (s u shud notice the inverted commas) it was crap!! i think 1 minute of Russel peters better than the whole movie.. than, finish ready, waited for syg's sis n bf to finish their movie.. some indon horror thing.. NC16.. NO FAIR!! well,  yea.. had a chat wit 'mike' after syg n her sis left for a while.... BEST DAY OF DIS HOLS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;speciall tnx to my dearest.. dear sis.. n 'mike'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-3070677405346165542?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/3070677405346165542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=3070677405346165542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/3070677405346165542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/3070677405346165542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2007/09/1mth-anni.html' title='1mth anni'/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-1774557867863917685</id><published>2007-09-06T20:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T20:45:03.201+09:00</updated><title type='text'>vitoria school turning co-ed?? NO WAY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"A victorian is ultimately a fair lady, a sportswoman and a professional". Wait a minute. Something is wrong. Isn't it supposed to be "a gentleman" and "sportsman" instead of "a fair lady" and "sportswoman"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For many years already, this motto which encapsulates the essence of being a Victorian has been a mantra uttered frequently with its equally popular counterpart Nil Sine Labore, which stands for nothing without labour. However, amidst its frantic preparation for the upcoming  examinations, the student body is appalled to receive news that our motto, by now embedded quite fondly in our hearts, might well be altered, figuratively if not literally, in the near future. In the local newspaper the Newpaper, it is speculated that the fine institution that is Victoria School might become co-ed very soon. What was more disheartening than this piece of information was the fact that we the student body, got wind of it not from the school administration but from a public newspaper! I personally feel that this pressing issue must be addressed immediately, lest the imminent dissipation of the Victorian spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Firstly, it is only appropriate that the school administration consult the student body first, perhaps through a survey, before suggesting any changes. As quoted from Mr Maran, "a school is only as good as its students". I believe we have a right to have a say in any school affair, especially one as drastic as this. As such, petitions ranging from present Victorians to ex-Victorians, most prominently the 2004 secondary4 batch, which had done our school proud with their excellent 'O' Level results last year, have been written voicing their displeasure and shock over the news that their beloved school is turning co-ed, which to us, is the school's equivalent of turning gay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I assume that the reason behind the school administration even considering this notion in the first place is because its foresight is clouded by its desperate want to ensure stability in our academics through IP and thus its views are geared towards the positive aspects of this proposition and in the process fail to consider the ripples of dissent and the negative consequences that would ensue. I did take notice of the concerns over the fact that there the are no girls' schools affiliated to Victoria Junior College and thus girls might appear less able to attain entry as compared to Victoria School students. However, we must realise that there are some secondary schools in Singapore which are not affiliated to any colleges at all, much less have an IP program, yet they are still considered having equal entry probability and opportunities. I feel that entry to Junior College ultimately depends on one's personal determination and effort and we should not rely solely on petty means like affiliation or DSA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Some teachers or maybe even Victorians(probably at an intense stage of hormonal development) feel that it would be a refreshing change with girls in the school. Teachers might have the preconceived notion that girls are much easier to manage than crude and playful teenage boys. As for those Victorians who selfishly support the idea of a co-ed VS, I think they just relish the prospect of having girls in the schools, saving them the trouble of stepping out of their comfort zones to widen their social circles. We must, however, consider that the introduction of girls into our school will result in its own fair share of problems. Though not as rowdy as boys, girls tend to be talkative in class as well, maybe even more so than boys. Handling them might not necessarily be a piece of cake for the teachers. Regarding the latter issue, I think that despite our school being all guys, the Victorians through the years have still been able to attain high standing in their social ladder, so we must not assume that being deprived of girls in the school for four years would result in Victorians becoming lonesome figures in the future. We must instead, focus on more important aspects such as our studies and Co-curricular activities(CCA). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;One important thing to note also is that the top schools in Singapore are mostly NOT co-ed. Though this does not necessarily advocate the idea that just because the school is single-sexed it will do well academically, I believe that changing the system would spark off a chain reaction of events that would affect Victoria School's academic and CCA standings adversely and thus undermine our inherent superiority in these areas. Although girls are apparently smarter and more hardworking than boys and might prove useful in pushing our standards higher, I feel that boys in our tender age of 13-16 should not be given the opportunity to be distracted from our utmost priorities, our studies. Moreover, it is hard to impart our traditions and cheers that evoke the masculinity present in the Victorian Spirit to girls and this is what deters me most from accepting such a change. Victoria School will never be the same if it is not all boys. I think even Mr Chia, our operations manager, would not be pleased in having to tone down on his scolding to cater to the sensitive nature of the female gender. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I don't think any true blue Victorian would like to see our beloved school turning co-ed. It might not be of too much effect on me since i only hav two years left here but it is said that"once a Victorian, always a Victorian" and I believe that I should play my part for the school by going against this decision.  wish to sincerely urge the school administration and the Old Victorians' Associations(OVA) or anyone at all who have an attachment to the school to think twice about allowing it to be co-ed in order to preserve its well-being and traditions.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;If they so insist on making it co-ed, I hope they change the school name to Siglap Link Secondary to mark the end of the fine institution. I wish to be associated with the original Victoria School and not the monstrous apparition before me when I imagine it as a mixed school. To me there is only one Victoria School...and it is NOT co-ed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-1774557867863917685?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/1774557867863917685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=1774557867863917685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/1774557867863917685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/1774557867863917685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2007/09/vitoria-school-turning-co-ed-no-way.html' title='vitoria school turning co-ed?? NO WAY!!'/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-3120868646074352413</id><published>2007-09-06T16:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T21:47:52.906+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU GIRL</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;*chorus&lt;br /&gt;Girl! I think I like you girl, no doubt I love you girl.&lt;br /&gt;Girl! No one but u girl, coz no doubt I love you girl. (2x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Verse 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Girl! Ur the woman in my life,&lt;br /&gt;I do really want u to be my wife.&lt;br /&gt;But I know, its still a long way from here,&lt;br /&gt;But I swear, I wont ever disappear&lt;br /&gt;Its been 1 month now and I never regret,&lt;br /&gt;waiting two years for you and that’s a fact&lt;br /&gt;Coz u, your the one I really love,&lt;br /&gt;got to thank one person, the god above.&lt;br /&gt;He who, gave me the girl I wanted,&lt;br /&gt;the girl I love and the girl I care for&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you’re the one who I would die for,&lt;br /&gt;whom I would strive for, one I would lie for&lt;br /&gt;When I’m alone, can only think of you,&lt;br /&gt;do you think of me? Hope u think of me too.&lt;br /&gt;So that’s my stand, to show you how I feel&lt;br /&gt;About everything and believe its real. Coz…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Verse 2&lt;br /&gt;Take me in your arms, and never let go.&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your heart, everywhere you go.&lt;br /&gt;Our love would never end, just like the river flow&lt;br /&gt;Coz I know, that girl we’d make it for sure.. and&lt;br /&gt;When you’re not around me, girl I feel so lonely&lt;br /&gt;And I feel so cold, so small and tiny. Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;I need u my baby, hold me by the hand,&lt;br /&gt;touch me oh so gently.&lt;br /&gt;Hallucinate of you so suddenly, when I turn around,&lt;br /&gt;guess who I see?&lt;br /&gt;I see you, looking back at me.&lt;br /&gt;And you’re smiling, shining light on me. And..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Its been 1 month now and i nvr regret,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;waiting two years for you and tts a fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;coz you, ur the 1 i really lov,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;gotta thank 1 person, the god above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He who, gave me the girl i wanted, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the girl i lov and the girl i care for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Girl, ur the one who i wud die for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;whom i wud strive for, one i would lie for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;when im alone, can only think of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;do you think of me? hope u think of me too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hallucinate of you so suddenly, when i turn around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;guess who i see?? i see you.. looking back at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and ur smiling, shining light on me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-3120868646074352413?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/3120868646074352413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=3120868646074352413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/3120868646074352413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/3120868646074352413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-love-you-girl.html' title='I LOVE YOU GIRL'/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521863502193788284.post-3209731001062584773</id><published>2007-09-06T12:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T20:13:46.140+09:00</updated><title type='text'>BOREDOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;dis is a story of me toking to myself... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Me: yo! ziq.. hows ur day??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Myself: erm.. suck i guess..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Me: y? its the hols for gods sake!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Myself: dun u see?? my hols always suck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Me: i tot u had fun ystrday??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Myself: yeah! yesterday was fun.. it was great!! but today.. its days like today tt spoils everytg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Me: oh.. woke up wit no one at home, no food.. wats up wit tt??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Myself: yea.. wats up wit tt.. mom went out early wit her friends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Me: gosh.. than we're stuck at home??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Myself: like duh??!! no one to go out wit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Me: friends?? im really getting sick n tired of staying at home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Myself: u think u alone izzit??!! i oso leh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Me: dunno la.. guess we just watch tv??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Myself: ya.. watch until when u tell me?? until tv overheat??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Me: dunno..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Myself: u noe wat.. ill go read. u can do watever u want..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tts it.. wierd huh?? wat boredom does to ppl.. roars!! hate being stuck alone at home during hols.. its such a waste of time.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521863502193788284-3209731001062584773?l=matnorthieflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/feeds/3209731001062584773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521863502193788284&amp;postID=3209731001062584773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/3209731001062584773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521863502193788284/posts/default/3209731001062584773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matnorthieflord.blogspot.com/2007/09/boredom.html' title='BOREDOM'/><author><name>&amp;gt;matNOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17213954876702461648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
