<?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-9008693109057478006</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:02:56.603-07:00</updated><category term='Boredom'/><category term='Stories'/><category term='-_-'/><title type='text'>:.Diary Of That Little Princess.:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-7504453371336963796</id><published>2008-12-18T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:16:35.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, just to let you know, I can't post. Not anymore, for the weekend. So, just look at my multiply under the profile corner and go to my Multiply. Add me, k?&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding a nice skin for my blog. This skin, I'm afraid, I have messed up..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-7504453371336963796?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/7504453371336963796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=7504453371336963796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/7504453371336963796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/7504453371336963796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-just-to-let-you-know-i-cant-post.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-4636080997898979580</id><published>2008-12-18T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T08:50:59.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's now morning. Early. Another failed attempt to sleep early. :(&lt;br /&gt;I added a new blog in the links section. And the new button on the side bar is actually my face.&lt;br /&gt;Well, tryna make the blog nicer. Bye&lt;br /&gt;~Ain Iffah&lt;br /&gt;PS. See? This is a bad post. I will put more thought into doing a new one..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-4636080997898979580?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/4636080997898979580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=4636080997898979580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/4636080997898979580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/4636080997898979580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-now-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-5009283007075035994</id><published>2008-12-17T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:50:29.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Domains</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UPDATED!x1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hi!&lt;br /&gt;Looks Like I change some parts of my blog..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since I'm so happy, why not show you some of the websites I found on the internet that host free domains??&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and I also found the jackpot. No "blogger.&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;co.uk&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's only one! Like "blogger.&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;com&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll show you one by one.. with some ratings..[ all are over 5]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first one I found is "&lt;a href="http://co.nr/"&gt;co.nr&lt;/a&gt;" It is used by LOADS of bloggers. Try click on it. It's great! &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="mfrac"&gt;&lt;sup style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="mn"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sub&gt;&lt;span class="mn"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="mfrac"&gt;&lt;sub&gt;&lt;span class="mn"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The second one I found is "&lt;a href="http://co.cc/"&gt;co.cc&lt;/a&gt;" It is okay, but it has it's own favicon. See it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="mfrac"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="mn"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sub&gt;&lt;span class="mn"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-size:130%;" &gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="mfrac" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="mn"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;/&lt;sub&gt;&lt;span class="mn"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="mfrac"&gt;&lt;sub&gt;&lt;span class="mn"&gt;Third was a website where your name has a "&lt;a href="http://www.unonic.com/"&gt;net.tf&lt;/a&gt;" It's okay.. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;3/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="mfrac"&gt;&lt;sub&gt;&lt;span class="mn"&gt;And the best one.. "&lt;a href="http://www.dot.tk/en/index.html?lang=en"&gt;.tk&lt;/a&gt;" It rocks!!!! It took me 3 days to find out how my friend got that name! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="mfrac"&gt;&lt;sup style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="mn"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sub&gt;&lt;span class="mn"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So That's all. I'm still happy. I can't be happy for this long.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting bored. You know what? I'm thinking of ignoring all of my older posts and start writing new, better posts. Not shitty posts. Not short posts. They are going bye-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess that after researching so much on free domains, I'm gonna write a story.&lt;br /&gt;The link's at my profile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, see you soon..&lt;br /&gt;~Ain Iffah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. And No need to tell anyone I found the name! I'm just trying to help..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added a new button.&lt;br /&gt;I did it out of boredom, and look! It works, so yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;~Ain Iffah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="mfrac"&gt;&lt;sub&gt;&lt;span class="mn"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-5009283007075035994?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/5009283007075035994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=5009283007075035994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/5009283007075035994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/5009283007075035994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/12/free-domains.html' title='Free Domains'/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-3102412965768976738</id><published>2008-12-15T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:30:37.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Yesterday, went to Popeyes at Changi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Went with my aunt, lil bro, mum, daddy, aunt, her baby and my gran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;So, the car we rode in was my aunt's, so after eating, dropped my aunt, cuzzy and gran at their house, so my dad drove my lil bro and mum back home and drove back to TPY with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;So followed my dad back home again on his motorbike. So, so fun!!! :-]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..&lt;br /&gt;The more I think about it, the more I'm like Sakura.&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you may see, I'm in love with a guy who may think that I'm annoying.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm to smart, but lack in the athletic way, I think.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so maybe ^ may not be so true.. Coz, I was from Track &amp;amp;Field. Yes, I quit-ed it.&lt;br /&gt;So, maybe the guy I like is not SO smart. He's actually smart, well, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm gonna do my meez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://meez.com/priceless_angel"&gt;Click here for my meez&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ain Iffah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-3102412965768976738?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/3102412965768976738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=3102412965768976738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/3102412965768976738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/3102412965768976738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/12/yesterday-went-to-popeyes-at-changi.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-3542467824692690287</id><published>2008-12-14T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:01:47.728-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-_-'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna change my url. I'll put more thought into that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bloody nightmare. I woke up sweating.. at 12 noon.&lt;br /&gt;I decided against the idea of doing the blog tools.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm trying to improve my skin.&lt;br /&gt;It's to plain.&lt;br /&gt;Bye. -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY LIFE IS JUST TO PLAIN.&lt;br /&gt;WHY CANT IT BE MORE.. MORE.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EXCITING&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing Pet Society, Build A Bearville, Club Penguin And of course, Planet Cazmo.&lt;br /&gt;That was random.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to watch some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a semi-good girl, so no worries.&lt;br /&gt;It's only Naruto.&lt;br /&gt;Well, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-3542467824692690287?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/3542467824692690287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=3542467824692690287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/3542467824692690287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/3542467824692690287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wanna-change-my-url.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-7643490084383626509</id><published>2008-12-11T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:31:27.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm trying to do a new blog, no, not a personal one, but It should be blog tools..&lt;br /&gt;So, I won't be posting much..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-7643490084383626509?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/7643490084383626509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=7643490084383626509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/7643490084383626509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/7643490084383626509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-trying-to-do-new-blog-no-not.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-8641215739609416104</id><published>2008-12-11T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:09:14.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's almost 2 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT sleepy, because, remember when I was like semi-begging for the plushie thingy?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, just now went to Syazana's lil class party, so, before waiting for it, I was browsing at the Build A Bear Shop. I asked the cashier two questions.&lt;br /&gt;One was what the heck Bear Bills/Bucks {I dunno which, okay?!} was and she answered it was like giving a voucher, but you pay, so the person who receives gets everyhing free with that piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;It was damn unfair. Coz, Yesterday, I went to Vivo and I SAW THIS SMUG LITTLE GIRL holding out her little cub condo box in front of her younger brother. She was like all sugar... EWW.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the Build A Bear Thingy.. Okay, the second was that I asked how do we put in a code for the B.A.B game..&lt;br /&gt;Coz, you see, I wanted the plushy so much, I looked at the internet for it, and it seems that there's a game. So, I asked, that I wanna know which code to put in the game. And the lady was like, wait for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;I stood there waiting and she showed me a stck of cards.&lt;br /&gt;She said that you needed this to unlock a bear in the game. I was like: WOOOOAHH. I wish I have that- face. I think the lady had pity on me, as hello? I had been looking at the toys for 30 mins. I was like, look at that, no, that, no,no,no, THAT!, Wait, no... So she was all, do you want to have it?&lt;br /&gt;I was like, okay, thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT THE ACTUAL WAY TO GET THAT CARD WAS TO PURCHASE A TOY!?&lt;br /&gt;And a toy was like $3o+. So I was like.. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;This lady was so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I used the code in the game.&lt;br /&gt;In the game, the code makes you something like a VIP&lt;br /&gt;I so luv it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'd say this is quite a long post, yet it's really short..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;See ya soon..&lt;br /&gt;~Ain Iffah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-8641215739609416104?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/8641215739609416104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=8641215739609416104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/8641215739609416104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/8641215739609416104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-almost-2-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-8849504099865755093</id><published>2008-12-10T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:03:52.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay, today is the day. -_-&lt;br /&gt;What day? I don't know, I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M SAYING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I made a button.&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT RIP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj282/nurainiffah/Sara.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know..&lt;br /&gt;Well, off to change..&lt;br /&gt;BB&lt;br /&gt;~Ain Iffah&lt;br /&gt;SOMETIMES, I HATE IRFAN AND IMAN! THEY SO SUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-8849504099865755093?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/8849504099865755093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=8849504099865755093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/8849504099865755093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/8849504099865755093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/12/yay-today-is-day.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-6921279173913843401</id><published>2008-12-10T08:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:43:44.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now typing this at my parents' room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just found out that Sasuke likes girls with long hair.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait! Did I just type that? Wasn't that from an episode? Ergh, who cares?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tommorrow gonna go to cousin's class party. Invited. Haha&lt;br /&gt;The place is at Toa Payoh [sp??], so gonna go there with Izz using MRT.&lt;br /&gt;I still wish for a phone. I mean, I could SMS my friends and everything.&lt;br /&gt;And.. D- whoops. Out of hand. Almost did something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm guessing everyone is having a great holiday 'cept me. :(&lt;br /&gt;Well, just now went to Vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Ok-ok. Ate Sushi, Ben n Jerrys&lt;br /&gt;And played at the water park..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the phone thing.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I've no phone, I've a laptop. MY OWN LAPTOP.&lt;br /&gt;That's great.. but.. HOW THE HECK AM I GONNA CALL MY FRIENDS WITHOUT USING MSN, THEN!?&lt;br /&gt;Yea, everything has its up and down, but for me it's always down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I remembered at the water place thingy, I saw a sign.&lt;br /&gt;It was truly.. LOL-ish. I dun gotta picture, but the words is this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;There's nothing else then an ugly butt to ruin a beautiful view.&lt;br /&gt;Throw your cigarette butts into the rubbish bin.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes focused on butt went I saw the sign. I was like, okay..That's just freakin' weird&lt;br /&gt;But hey, it ain't funny.&lt;br /&gt;I think it went that way, but hey, who the heck cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted this post to cover for all my shitty posts last few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't feel blog-ish.&lt;br /&gt;Well, gotta sleep. Bye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-6921279173913843401?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/6921279173913843401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=6921279173913843401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/6921279173913843401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/6921279173913843401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/12/now-typing-this-at-my-parents-room.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-1616692599884717917</id><published>2008-12-09T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:57:39.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently listening to Circus, Brit. Yeah, just luv her.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just followed Syazana to baby school.&lt;br /&gt;She is so cute. Now, I have remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY WANT A BUILD-A-BEAR PENGUIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;I saw it.. IT WAS SO CUTE..&lt;br /&gt;I really want want want it. :(&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, let's put this post at Multiply and see what my comments are.. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;*Evil Smile*&lt;br /&gt;Uh-oh. I'm getting evil, in a good way?&lt;br /&gt;Like, how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, I am so screwed. DID I EVEN SPELL THAT RIGHT??&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, just can't sleep.. Well, need to write the toy thingy in my multiply.&lt;br /&gt;Bombs away..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-1616692599884717917?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/1616692599884717917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=1616692599884717917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/1616692599884717917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/1616692599884717917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/12/currently-listening-to-circus-brit.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-6086247682248650937</id><published>2008-12-08T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:16:39.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As you may know, I can't post during weekends, as again, this blog is a not-so-private-but-still-private blog.. And since morning, I've been trying to do a signature. I don't know if it works, but we'll see. You can see it after you read this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, on to life.. Yesterday went to Xplorer kids. Not as fun as before. :(&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I feel lazy to put picture smilies, so deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;I have'nt bathe.. Hehe, I'm a lazy girl. Well, sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;I want to post long posts, but.....&lt;br /&gt;I want to make my Multiply nicer. I mean, 3 whole months of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made that when I was P2. So, It's kinda important to me.&lt;br /&gt;I am crazy. I know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to When I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;I love the part "When I grow up be on Tv, people know me, be on magazines"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I can't post much and with that, I need to pee {not a good excuse? well, DEAL WITH IT!!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj282/nurainiffah/WithLotsaLove.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, not really "lotsa love" Coz, I know some people who read my blog hate me ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-6086247682248650937?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/6086247682248650937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=6086247682248650937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/6086247682248650937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/6086247682248650937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-you-may-know-i-cant-post-during.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-3197071373407518842</id><published>2008-12-04T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:35:20.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm &lt;img height="18" alt=":cryies:" src="http://steff.choco-drops.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/006.gif" width="36" border="0" /&gt; coz.. Today's my last day in Malaysia. &lt;img height="15" alt=":stillcrying:" src="http://steff.choco-drops.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/52[1].jpg" width="36" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday, went to the beautiful Jusco. The one In Tebrau City. Yeah, I'm in love with that place &lt;img height="18" alt=":loved:" src="http://steff.choco-drops.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/009.gif" width="36" border="0" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So, watched the movie, Antoo Fighters. It is so stupid, yet so cool! You gotta watch it. It really makes no sense, but the graphics make everything so 3D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And, today, I decide to use the font Verdana..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So, I went to eat at a place with the yummiest Bubur and got to play in the arcade for 2 hours. Let's see.. What else? Hmm.. Oh yeah, bought HSM3 pirated dvd.&lt;img height="18" alt=":toinks:" src="http://steff.choco-drops.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/015.gif" width="36" border="0" /&gt; Well, don't sue me. But I THINK it's pirated.. But it has HD soud and everything..&lt;br /&gt;So, I NEED TO GO.. Get ready to bath, it breakfast and... Did I Mention I just woke up? Maybe not... So blablabla.. And I'm gonna do the stuff everyone does and go home. &lt;img height="15" alt=":sad:" src="http://steff.choco-drops.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/61[1].jpg" width="36" border="0" /&gt; Oh.. Well, here's something.. Look on the sidebar and you can see my disclaimer by clicking on the CLICK HERE part.. And the MESSAGE ME? For that, you can message me. Well, au revoir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;~An Iffah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-3197071373407518842?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/3197071373407518842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=3197071373407518842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/3197071373407518842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/3197071373407518842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-coz.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-6077514386140532366</id><published>2008-12-03T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T07:02:14.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AIN IFFAH IS REALLY TIRED FROM TYPING. SO, NO SMILIES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Sorry, but I'm no good story teller. No mood to write fancy stories, so, It's super short!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Melacca for a trip.&lt;br /&gt;The places I went to were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Menara Taming Sari&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Afamosa Water World&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eyes On Malaysia, Melacca&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zoo Melacca&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crocodile farm [thingy or whatever, I just dunno the name..]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pirate Park&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trip on the Melacca River (Using a BOAT!!]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ate at a place with the most yummiest Asam pedas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The places so rock! We'll start from the beginning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DAY 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I started packing on Sunday night, after going to Tesco to buy a swimming costume. I hardly slept a wink. I then woke up at 7:00 a.m., Monday Morn. I bathed and took my bags and got in the car with my cousins and aunt and their neighbours. (Yes,they followed) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the car, evryone was really energetic. Until 3o mins later, almost everyone slept. We did'nt sleep much, remember? Then, we stopped at Machap, I think.. I ate a kebab and drank something.. I guess I forgot what I had drank. So, Finished that and went back into the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Time check =9:15 a.m.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I slept AGAIN. And woke up to everyone's shouting that.. WE'RE IN MELACCA. We headed to.. Number 2. AFAMOSA ROCKED!! The slides we're like scary, but fun!! I shivered like mad when riding the highest slide.. Hehe..Well, then went out and met up with my aunt's friend and went to.. number 3. I was so freaked out riding it. I mean, it's so super high!! So, I was practically shivering.. But, when I went off, I was happy. But, It kinda sucked, now that I think about it..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that went to the pirate park. It is the worst place I went to. I mean, before we went to #3, we went to eat at some place with seafood. Seafood that was'nt properly digested, went to my tummy. I went on a ride. Ooh, so so F.U.N!! But, I wanted more. The 2nd time I rode it, I VOMITED ON THE RIDE. It was so damn high!! So that was that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, I slept in the car, I did'nt know what happened and I was at my aunt's friend's house. Her house was totally fab. Solid marble. &lt;em&gt;AND I GOT TO SLEEP IN THE MASTER BEDROOM&lt;/em&gt;. It was so cool! So bla bla bla and woke up at 12:00, I think..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DAY 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. So it was second day. Big deal. Blabla, ate breakfast and went to CROC FARM [ PLACE/ THINGY.] OKAY, I seriously don't know what the h*ll it's called, okay!? So, oh, look! Crocs ere, and there, and look! A GHOST HOUSE.. WHO CARES!? They ain't that scary, but I gotta admit, they scared me. So, then rained, and ate lunch at McD. Then, went back to aunt's friend's house. So played with my aunt's friend's daughters. They are so cute. Esp, Amirah and Ain. I love their hair!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then, night fell.. Went on the boat ride. Woah. Exhilarating. NEXT! To menara taming sari and the asam pedas. Blablabla. I'm sleepy..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DAY 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;zzz.. To lazy. Figure everything out yourself.. Okay, I'm too lazy, but here are the pics. Go to the link.. To view all my pics, go to &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/nurainiffah-melacca_trip"&gt;http://photobucket.com/nurainiffah-melacca_trip&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And for that, I conclude that trip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;~Ain Iffah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-6077514386140532366?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/6077514386140532366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=6077514386140532366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/6077514386140532366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/6077514386140532366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/12/ain-iffah-is-really-tired-from-typing.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-2699019835675352073</id><published>2008-12-03T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T19:06:04.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woo hoo!!&lt;br /&gt;Went back from Melacca. Sorry for not posting for such a long time. So, I'll tell ya more about that super wonderful trip..&lt;br /&gt;Later. Have to bath and do stuff. Hehe, bye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-2699019835675352073?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/2699019835675352073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=2699019835675352073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/2699019835675352073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/2699019835675352073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/12/woo-hoo-went-back-from-melacca.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-6669243954316020776</id><published>2008-11-29T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T19:13:10.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life's been...boring.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, REALLY mundane.&lt;br /&gt;But it's gonna get interesting tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Becauseeee...I'm going to Melacca!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, with my 'family'.I'm going early tomorrow, and coming back late at night on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be REAL fun, even though it's gonna rain... ):&lt;br /&gt;But even the rain can't dampen my spirits, HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh, and just to keep you informed... I'm goin' there with my cuzzy's family. I'm the only one from MY Family. Lucky me..&lt;br /&gt;Alright then.That's all!SEE ALL OF YOU ON SUNDAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, Here are some of the smileys which I know of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img height="18" alt=":releaf:" src="http://steff.choco-drops.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/020.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img height="18" alt=":thumbsup:" src="http://steff.choco-drops.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/025.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;from Steff, so-kawaii.co.nr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img height="18" alt=":spoonandfork:" src="http://steff.choco-drops.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/045.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img height="18" alt=":crap:" src="http://steff.choco-drops.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/052.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img height="18" alt=":arrowright:" src="http://steff.choco-drops.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/065.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img height="18" alt=":ghost:" src="http://steff.choco-drops.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/104.gif" width="35" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're not all, but just to let you know, I'll never let you see all of which I found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-6669243954316020776?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/6669243954316020776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=6669243954316020776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/6669243954316020776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/6669243954316020776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/11/lifes-been.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-928299299226198761</id><published>2008-11-29T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T17:28:09.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone,&lt;img height="18" alt=":crown:" src="http://steff.choco-drops.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/048.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a smileys page so, all the stuff I post will have smileys.&lt;img height="18" alt=":loved:" src="http://steff.choco-drops.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/009.gif" width="36" border="0" /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm tryna make my life more colorful, AND I CAN'T WAIT FOR SCHOOL&lt;img height="15" alt=":glad:" src="http://steff.choco-drops.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/37[1].jpg" width="36" border="0" /&gt;! No, not because of the studies, but because, I have practiced my speech, hehe. Yes, the speech which I need to confront my crush instead of standing behind the wall &lt;img height="18" alt=":toinks:" src="http://steff.choco-drops.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/015.gif" width="36" border="0" /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to look around the net and do stuff..&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, yesterday, I MSN-ed with my friends using A PDA! It was so cool!! &lt;img height="15" alt=":starryeyes:" src="http://steff.choco-drops.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/42[1].jpg" width="35" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much words today&lt;img height="15" alt=":sad:" src="http://steff.choco-drops.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/61[1].jpg" width="36" border="0" /&gt; , But MAYBE I'll do a story.. Well, I dunno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SMILIES TAKEN FROM SO-KAWAII.CO.NR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bye..&lt;br /&gt;~Ain Iffah &lt;img height="15" alt=":happy:" src="http://steff.choco-drops.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/40[1].jpg" width="31" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-928299299226198761?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/928299299226198761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=928299299226198761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/928299299226198761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/928299299226198761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-everyone-i-found-smileys-page-so.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-2550874065004448035</id><published>2008-11-29T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T01:30:36.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey &lt;strike&gt;freaks,&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so look dumb at the previous photos. I am really ugly! Note to self, never put my own pictures, ANYWHERE ON THE NET!! And I made a new email form. It's better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="b1"&gt;&lt;marquee behavior="alternate"&gt;Anyway, Thanks, if you sent me an email using the new form..&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,  I'm trying to improve my blog! I'm wondering, how the heck am I gonna make the side bar, actually fit??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, who cares about blogs, when you have this news.&lt;br /&gt;The news that you're gonna go to Melacca for a trip to the BEST-EST  swimming place ever, ever, ever MADE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so maybe I'm exagerrating..&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm of now.. Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;~Ain Iffah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-2550874065004448035?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/2550874065004448035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=2550874065004448035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/2550874065004448035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/2550874065004448035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-freaks-i-so-look-dumb-at-previous.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-7752263553449504764</id><published>2008-11-28T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T05:51:51.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Picture of that noob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression, haha. -_-..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="347" src="http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj282/nurainiffah/Picture004.jpg" width="471" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah, not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="347" src="http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj282/nurainiffah/Picture022.jpg" width="471" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this me? {Look Below}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="347" src="http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj282/nurainiffah/Picture023.jpg" width="471" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unedited, stupid pics of me..&lt;br /&gt;Well, may be the last pic aint me. It's my cuz! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;It's stupid and we're doin' nothing..&lt;br /&gt;If a boy looks at this, he's gonna think I look stupid. Well, I do! You don't need to say it!&lt;br /&gt;I need to pass the PC to my cuz.&lt;br /&gt;She's crazy!&lt;br /&gt;So, bye!&lt;br /&gt;~Ain Iffah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-7752263553449504764?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/7752263553449504764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=7752263553449504764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/7752263553449504764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/7752263553449504764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/11/picture-of-that-noob-depression-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-6481885754905016155</id><published>2008-11-27T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T19:20:24.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleeping over at my aunt's house. Yes, it's the holidays and I want to relax. My cuzzy's next to me, eating cup noodles. Don't you think I should do a video since her house has a webcam? I dunno.. I am just surfing around.. I woke up at around 7.00 a.m. I promised about the hospital, right? Okay, you see, my Granma, was going somewhere. She's quite average-old. So, she sees clearly and everything. So, she was wearing her slippers and walked to somewhere. She stepped on a rusted nail. And she has diabetes. So, when we sent her to Alexandra Hospital, at the A&amp;amp;E waiting thingy, there was a PC, so we can surf the net freely!&lt;br /&gt;I should be posting more, but I don't have the mood to. So, what I'm doing is to make my blogs better. And, I have a &lt;a href="http://friendster.com/nurainiffah"&gt;frenster&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/priceless_angel"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt;. Add me! Also, I'd say, bye.. I need to do some stuff for my cuz. She is a celeb-crazed-fanatic!!&lt;br /&gt;~Ain Iffah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-6481885754905016155?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/6481885754905016155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=6481885754905016155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/6481885754905016155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/6481885754905016155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-so-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-6236244870565906107</id><published>2008-11-26T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:30:17.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 165px; height: 200px;" src="http://i495.photobucket.com/albums/rr312/angelicreations/graphics/disclaimer/terms1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Look! I found a Disclaimer Picture. Cute, right?&lt;br /&gt;I can't be posting long posts as I have to pass the PC to Izz at times.&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, I played the Net at the Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;More Info next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-6236244870565906107?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/6236244870565906107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=6236244870565906107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/6236244870565906107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/6236244870565906107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-look-i-found-disclaimer-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-2667883039910167437</id><published>2008-11-26T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T01:49:21.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;br /&gt;Having loads of laughs. Wait. NANI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Nani was annoying me. We're gonna watch House Bunny.&lt;br /&gt;Nani! She said House Bontot.&lt;br /&gt;I went around trying to experiment on something.&lt;br /&gt;Well, gotta go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-2667883039910167437?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/2667883039910167437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=2667883039910167437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/2667883039910167437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/2667883039910167437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-having-loads-of-laughs.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-6455241772899844019</id><published>2008-11-24T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:44:41.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Being with you is like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Nerd without braces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A sneaker without laces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sentence&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spaces&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, just now chatted with Masqurade. He's actually Ash. So, I found out loads of stuff. And I wonder, how do people know the page source if they just right-clicked when you can't. Never mind if you don't get it. Anyway, on to the Ash part. Actually, we chatted about some stupid stuff, and don't  say anything about me. I chat with guys ONLY ON THE NET. Not on reality. Hello, that'd be weird. Okay, I asked him some stuff.  About ahem. So, guess what.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He actually likes me back. &lt;/span&gt;Woo hoo! :) :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't see a thing? Well, highlight after the So, guess what.. Highlight it. Yeah, you see a message? Yeah, good. So, I was like, how do you know? And Ash said about him and ahem being best friends since kindergarden. I was smiling like mad. Haha, who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can't post much, but I've been giving teensy-weensy minor updates to the blog. Like, you see the title? It changes. From Ain Iffah to Your secrets are never safe.. to ..Espescially with me. And there's a picture of pink instead of the boring Blogger FavIcon. So woohoo! I guess I gotta go eat lunch and do some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;And Add me at &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/priceless_angel"&gt;Myspace &lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://friendster.com/nurainiffah"&gt;Friendster&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://nurainiffah.multiply.com/"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt;.. Well, Bye&lt;br /&gt;PS. Click on the words to add..&lt;br /&gt;~Ain Iffah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-6455241772899844019?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/6455241772899844019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=6455241772899844019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/6455241772899844019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/6455241772899844019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/11/being-with-you-is-like-nerd-without.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-2572018770218602527</id><published>2008-11-24T18:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:52:04.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't been posting. I know. I've been busy. Yesterday went swimming. FUN. With my Cuzzy..&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I can't post long. Have 2 see my Granma at the Hospital. Ouch.. She accidentally stepped on a rusted nail. She was wearing shoes. Bye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-2572018770218602527?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/2572018770218602527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=2572018770218602527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/2572018770218602527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/2572018770218602527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-havent-been-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-2488019772921848312</id><published>2008-11-21T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T06:11:12.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know,&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been updating much. Only short, stupid posts.. Well, since it's a holiday, I'd rather relax..Also, my cuzzy Nani is here.She's next to me. Well,maybe I'd do a story..&lt;br /&gt;Bye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-2488019772921848312?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/2488019772921848312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=2488019772921848312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/2488019772921848312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/2488019772921848312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-know-i-havent-been-updating-much.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-819294125364044178</id><published>2008-11-19T21:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:19:36.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look on the right, I just added a hit counter, so we'll see how many people come by the end of this month!&lt;br /&gt;I aim to get a thousand bye the year! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I wanna watch Naruto episodes!&lt;br /&gt;They so rock! I'm a fanatic, and not afraid to say so!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Today, Nani's gonna come, so.. Maybe I'll write another story..&lt;br /&gt;Depends.. Well, Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-819294125364044178?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/819294125364044178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=819294125364044178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/819294125364044178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/819294125364044178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/11/look-on-right-i-just-added-hit-counter.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-75274299947924603</id><published>2008-11-19T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:18:08.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi..&lt;br /&gt;Today, I watched I think, 3 or 4 episodes of Naruto.. Yeah,  I love that series! :D Okay, I know yesterday I did'nt post! Okay, my bad. I was on the net, but I decided I don't wanna post. But, when I wanted to, It was bed time, so yeah! The episodes were wicked! I still haven't eaten my breakfast. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;I also wrote a story at stories in my imagination! It's kinda nice..&lt;br /&gt;Wait Another post later. Eating Breakfast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-75274299947924603?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/75274299947924603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=75274299947924603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/75274299947924603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/75274299947924603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/11/hi_19.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-4692292285206400465</id><published>2008-11-18T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:33:13.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hey...&lt;br /&gt;Today, I wrotr a blog at stories-in-my-imagination.. I'm thinking of shortening that blog's name.. Hmm, maybe I'll ask my parents for some $$$ to make it shorter.. Depends..&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the story was, like, oh I dunno, something like moi? Dunno, don't care..&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, did'nt go to Track. My dad said I was sick, but I was perfectly okay. Sometimes, I so love my dad and mum. They SO know how to cover for me.. Realise I added a new song. It's a Womanizer PARODY... Here's the lyrics is you wanna sing-along.. But, don't sing out loud. It's gonna rain, if you do.. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The Lyrics For The Womanizer Parody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ive always had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A thing for Star Trek Conventions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I need a man with a comic book collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lord of The Rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;is my favorite type of Role Play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dont want an Aragorn, I want a young Gandalf The Gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I fantasize About the Michael Phelps of Ping Pong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Someone who memorized all of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The Pokemon Theme song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hes in the elite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As one of the Star Trek Fanclub chiefs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But secretly he has a stash of star wars boxer briefs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;CHORUS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hes a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Womanizer womanizer womanizer womanizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ooo OooA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ooo Ooo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Womanizer womanizer womanizer womanizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Together well discuss HTML And C++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Uh Huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A womanizer womanizer womanizer womanizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hes got me rocking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Like Stephen Hawking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Check out his hard drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sets me to warp five.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Verse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hes highly skilled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In the art of drawing anime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And he has an extensive selection of action figures on display.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hes employee of the month for tech support repair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hes a World of Warcraft expert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Beating Magtheridons Lair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I dream of him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hooking up my ethernet cable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And whispering in my earelements of the periodic table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Im picturing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A gaming headset in his hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And sexy safety goggles on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As he builds a robotic office chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;CHORUS (2x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dont need a jock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I want a spock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Haha, I love it! Cute and funny..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Okay, on to life.. I'm so weird!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I mean, come on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Who obsesses on anime?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That's just freaky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So, I've made a picture...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To show you that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj282/nurainiffah/3222698420a7871986772l-2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yes, it's all true. ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well, I Have to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Do some work and everything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bye..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I don't want to leave, but I must..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;~Ain Iffah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-4692292285206400465?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/4692292285206400465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=4692292285206400465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/4692292285206400465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/4692292285206400465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-2056960179610655246</id><published>2008-11-18T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T03:52:09.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird.. I'm talking about NARUTO..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so weird!&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling in love with an anime cartoon character.. From Naruto. Yes, (I Know, I'm weird! So shush!!) The very, very...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, blablabla, I'm still going to the name!&lt;br /&gt;Him? Sasuke Uchiha!&lt;br /&gt;I Know! He is so cute/&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;! Well, for an anime at least..&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, 5 mins break. Watched Itachi and everything. He's so evil!&lt;br /&gt;But.. It's weird I kinda like guys like that! Evil, cute and smart, and once good!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, weird..&lt;br /&gt;He is so, I don't know, mysterious? I mean, quiet and everything..&lt;br /&gt;Also, there's this crazy craze about SasuNaru. Ewww!!&lt;br /&gt;I rather people stick to the real thing!! SasuNaru.. I Hate it!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm totally freaking out! I'm talking about boys stuff.. Eww, again!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I can't believe Sasuke is really EVIL.&lt;br /&gt;Urm.. I'm getting weird feelings like anger and everything, by JUST WATCHING A FEW VIDEOS!!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Okay, why not a video and some pictures of that hottie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;+=/Pictures Of the cutest Anime Boy\=+&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow.. So, 'powerful'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 440px; HEIGHT: 329px" height="389" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1048/1427733205_04985c73f4.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't you think Sakura and Naruto look good together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="247" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2048/2187595585_638aed3bb2.jpg" width="395" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Haha, Freaked Out Young-Sasuke!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 364px; HEIGHT: 247px" height="301" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/21/32725901_fca5b0bf43.jpg" width="416" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What a cute team photo..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="270" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2333/2092409204_e60d254f7b.jpg" width="396" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cute, random comic.. But.. WHY DID HE DRINK? :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3265/2388993517_cab9b52657.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kick him! Haha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2390/2248677962_4ab32179f5.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Woah, smiling? And trying to kill someone? So hot..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="385" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2401/2314903583_98337d7ec2.jpg" width="289" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OMG! This picture, is my personal fave..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 345px; HEIGHT: 391px" height="360" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1344/915416509_7a78767b38.jpg" width="317" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-Signing off Saku-ed Crazy,-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;~Ain Iffah ;-p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-2056960179610655246?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/2056960179610655246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=2056960179610655246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/2056960179610655246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/2056960179610655246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/11/weird-im-talking-about-naruto.html' title='Weird.. I&apos;m talking about NARUTO..'/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1048/1427733205_04985c73f4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-4228847379985281572</id><published>2008-11-17T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:40:16.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey there..&lt;br /&gt;Woah, today, I found out that I'm.. a superstar! Yes, cool, classy? ME!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.. Was getting big-headed.. :D&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. Today I cleaned my wardrobe and did a few personality quizess [sp?] Okay, hope you enjoy it.. I gotta go, maybe blog later, coz, I'm playing CP And there's a new game.. &lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====*=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Amorous Individual Needing Intense Fantasies and Fantastic, Arousing Hugs" src="http://sexy.namedecoder.com/webimages/roseskull-f-AIN+IFFAH.png" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Dark Dragon" src="http://www.testriffic.com/resultfiles/25556dark_magic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark Dragon&lt;br /&gt;You love (Dark Fire)that's your thing. &lt;strong&gt;You love to have enemies and you have fun with your dark friends. You have the dark power to do anything you want.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Sexy Bitch" src="http://www.testriffic.com/resultfiles/12863bitch1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy Bitch&lt;br /&gt;Damn Lil' Mama!! &lt;strong&gt;You have that wit about you that drives men CRAZY. When guys approach you your the first one with a bitchy yet flirty comment. You put guys into their place and tell them how it is. Your a class A bitch with an actual brain. Your the first with a quick comeback! Good for you cause you are usually the one guys fall in love with first too!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Jayne Mansfield" src="http://www.testriffic.com/resultfiles/8018384511242_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayne Mansfield&lt;br /&gt;You are Jayne Mansfield!! &lt;strong&gt;You are beautiful and sexy, and not afraid to show it off. You are a great leader, and not afraid to say what you think and feel. However, your looks are an illusion. You have a very dark side that not many people know about.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Testriffic.com" src="http://www.testriffic.com/images/personality_idealist.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-4228847379985281572?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/4228847379985281572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=4228847379985281572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/4228847379985281572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/4228847379985281572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-there.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-1000831265218844070</id><published>2008-11-16T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:13:43.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished bathing!!&lt;br /&gt;Brrr.. The water's SUPER cold..&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I was making a surprrise for my BFF, Zeerah..&lt;br /&gt;I changed her url. I made it shorter.&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://girl-of-your-dreams.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girl-of-your-dreams.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;a href="http://girl-of-your-dreams.co.nr/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girl-of-your-dreams.co.nr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think she'd like it. It was hard to find a free domain name for her..&lt;br /&gt;And just now in the morning, I sent an email to some people and I hope they would take some time to look at this blog!&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm gonna eat and try make this blog better. Maybe I'll do a Lead post or smth. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;~Ain Iffah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-1000831265218844070?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/1000831265218844070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=1000831265218844070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/1000831265218844070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/1000831265218844070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-finished-bathing-brrr.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-5245357423292450293</id><published>2008-11-16T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T17:12:15.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Urgghh!!&lt;br /&gt;I had loads of email!! 55 emails. Most of them are junk!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just updated little bit of my blog, the credits..&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry, even though the person did'nt hunt me down [luckily!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have to move on, sooner or later..&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's later, but it's &lt;u&gt;way more&lt;/u&gt; sooner than later..&lt;br /&gt;Hope you understand..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to life,&lt;br /&gt;I have'nt been posting during the weekends, 'coz I can't..&lt;br /&gt;My uncle's home and everything..&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda unable to post about my classmates now, as..&lt;br /&gt;I'm to be a P5. I should'nt be regretting on moving on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I can't help but miss my buds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hehe, I sound like I'm dying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have to move on, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, just..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Uhm.. I can't finish that sentence!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, I have to take my morning shower!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe I'll blog later, maybe not for this day at all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So see you soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~Ain Iffah&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/9008693109057478006-5245357423292450293?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/5245357423292450293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=5245357423292450293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/5245357423292450293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/5245357423292450293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/11/urgghh-i-had-loads-of-email-55-emails.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-7066724267612695739</id><published>2008-11-13T04:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:42:56.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I never thought we would have survived till this day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Well, it's time to move on, don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;Today, I was rather happy, yet, sad. I was sad, for leaving all my wonderful 4/3 friends. And all those who trusted me.. I know, people do hate me, but I can't help it. And also, I'd like this post to be acknowledgements for my 4/3 classmates.. But, I'll only comment on those who even &lt;em&gt;talk&lt;/em&gt; to me. Not that I'm a freak or anything, but hello? I'm not &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; close to some people, okay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;First off, group AMETHYST. The group I'm a leader off. Even though we're not so close, we sure are something when we want something. Like going home first? Yeah, we shut up for like some minutes and we usually go at &lt;em&gt;least&lt;/em&gt; third so, AMETHYST, YOU ROCK! Now, for one by one.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ng Li Ting&lt;/strong&gt;, aah yes, quiet yet one of the hot-tempered girls I know of. Don't get me wrong, she is nice and fun and of course, smart. But, &lt;u&gt;DON'T GET HER ANGRY&lt;/u&gt;.  She can &lt;em&gt;SO&lt;/em&gt; scare you, or torture you. Trust me, I've been one of those who got it.. She is also great. She loves helping me.. for a &lt;em&gt;price. &lt;/em&gt;Yes, nothing in the world is &lt;em&gt;entirely free&lt;/em&gt;. So, what do I have to pay? No money.. Just some time for her to pinch me at the cheek or elbow. &lt;em&gt;Ouch&lt;/em&gt;! Now, I have to remind myself, why am &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; friends with her? Haha, LT, Just kidding. You rock! &lt;strong&gt;Wang Feng Yi&lt;/strong&gt;, the cute, kinda chubby artist. With a Motorola Handphone, she is sweet. She's also talkative, but she somtimes keep her words to herself. Unlike &lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;. Hehe.. She is more of an anime draw-&lt;em&gt;er&lt;/em&gt;. She sits next to me, on my right. She makes me and LT laugh. We have a ball just talking! FY, Gonna miss you.. &lt;strong&gt;TRAVIS TAN&lt;/strong&gt;!! Grr. He makes me SO annoyed in class.Nothing better to shout to somebody,"I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; you!...Just kiddin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img title="Laughing" height="16" alt="Laughing" src="http://blog.lead.com.sg/lead/saps/js/tinymce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-laughing.gif" width="16" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt; " That boy should learn to keep some stuff to himself. HE JUSTs BOTHERS ME IN CLASS! Also, I remember a time when he practically &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img height="13" src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk124/bibipiiggy/00215.gif" width="15" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;-ed Carissa. Haha.. Even though annoying, he's kinda okay to be with. But sometimes, you just &lt;em&gt;HAVE TO&lt;/em&gt; kill him!! &lt;strong&gt;SEAN LOH&lt;/strong&gt;, The stupid, evil,stupid boy! But thanks to him, he introduced me to NARUTO! The best anime eva! Sorry, It's not girl of me, but I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; it..Okay next.. &lt;strong&gt;TEJAS LAD&lt;/strong&gt;, The one who I hate. But 2wards end of the year, he is okay, but still anoyying.. &lt;strong&gt;Jacob So&lt;/strong&gt;, I call him, b0ob boy. Yes, he loves taking my books and rub it to his 'chest' eww, I knoow. But he is really funny! So, he's okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;I'd like to blog more, but I need to go. Urgently. So, maybe I'll do some stuff some more.. And KEEP THE COMMENTS/TAGS COMING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;~Ain Iffah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-7066724267612695739?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/7066724267612695739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=7066724267612695739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/7066724267612695739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/7066724267612695739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-never-thought-we-would-have-survived.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-815218132612827752</id><published>2008-11-12T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T04:41:18.860-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-_-'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sand;"&gt;WARNING! The post is quite long, read it, if you must but, for me, YOU LIVE BY IT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img title="Sealed" alt="Sealed" src="http://blog.lead.com.sg/lead/saps/js/tinymce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-sealed.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sand;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sand;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Today, I would like to say my thanks to all who made this year a wonderful one. I will never forget the true friends, &lt;strike&gt;enemies&lt;/strike&gt; and of course teachers. They have made me who I am now, yes, I am to go to 5-1 next year, not to rub in but is again.. First-banded. I'm proud of myself, but I have a worry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sand;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;The seniors who have made my track life the most fun one could have.. One P6 Anthonian I could NEVER forget is.. CRYSTAL YONG. Yes, the friendly one who is mostly happy and of course.. fun to be with. I will miss the P6s but not one made my P4 life like this. Like how I quote someone.. "The spirit of Trackers NEVER DIE" Well, I will never forget the friends I have made like the 2 wonderful.. NG LI TING &amp;amp; WANG FENG YI.. Those who were in my group Amethyst, I'd like to say, have fun in your P5s..My 3 BEST FRIENDS, Nur Zaheerah (4.5), Genevieve Goh (4.3) and Jamie Teo (4.3). Girls, thanks..Gosh.. I'm tearing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sand;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Why is this year so hard to forget? Not that it's bad, but.. I'm gonna miss you, friends.. Not that I'm gonna die or anything but, hey, I am gonna be a P5. I'm gonna get a buddy. A buddy, a P1 who is gonna look up to me, &lt;em&gt;literally&lt;/em&gt;. Haha, get the joke? Come on, people! It's a joke, P1, look up, me, P5? Nevermind.. -_-.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sand;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;But, I have passed 4 beautiful years in SAPS. And.. If I'm ever to leave SAPS after PSLE, I'm gonna cry. My friends.. We're gonna go different ways, but who am I to worry about that? Now, all I have to worry is the P6s and what happened today.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sand;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Like Adults say, It's time to move on.. So, I have to. Everyone has to.. So, I'm now focusing on the P6s.. Remeber I just said about this special senior, Crystal? Yeah, she did something. I'm not gonna say it, and no, it aint bad.. Just that, I was surprised when she told me that. I mean, which senior comes to you and asks you," Hey, it's my last day here. I'm graduating *smiles* But, I won't forget you, now give me a little weensy hug that you'll never forget and I'll go and we'll see each other again when fate wants us to.." I was crying, deep inside. When she smiled, it was like, I don't know, you can see that it was'nt bad or snotty or anything. It's just that.. how can you forget that? Someone just told you that and you are to follow and walk away. How can I? So, Crystal, if you read this, I'm not going to forget the senior I will remember, forever! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img title="Smile" alt="Smile" src="http://blog.lead.com.sg/lead/saps/js/tinymce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-smile.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sand;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sand;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Now, you can say this is embarrasing or whatever, but I DON'T CARE! That's right.. Now, I have to learn to listen to positive, NOT negative comments. Anyway, Do you have a senior that played an IMPORTANT part to you? Well, if you do, I know how you'd feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img title="Wink" alt="Wink" src="http://blog.lead.com.sg/lead/saps/js/tinymce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-wink.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sand;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt; Okay.. Now, if you're next to me, you can see the tears.. Yes, &lt;em&gt;TEARS&lt;/em&gt;. I will never forget you P6s. You seniors that helped us with loads of stuff. We look up to you. And, have great years ahead.. WE'LL NEVER FORGET YOU!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sand;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Next, I need to talk about my beautiful, remarkable and smart class-mates.. Some of you guys may be transferred to other classes, but I know, deep inside, you are really smart. Guys, have great times next year. Next year, I know will be a memorable year, due to all the stuff like NDP and all!! *cheers* Okay, so now, I'd talk about what happened and why I have'nt been posting.. AFTER THIS BREAK! Hah. Okay, I know, I ain't funny, now shush! The movie's starting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sand;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, sorry, took a break after typing 20 &lt;em&gt;continuos&lt;/em&gt;[sp?] minutes of typing.. Now, there's a reason why I have'nt been typing much. To those who know, GOOD. Anyway, yesterday was &lt;em&gt;Little Red Dot's &lt;strong&gt;Big Day Out At The ZOO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. So, I was running like a maniac. I did'nt win no prize, but I had fun, and that's what counts! It was tiring and of course, NOT EASY, But we finished the quiz! My team-mates? Jamie Teo, The best artist whose only 10! Travis Tan, The most annoying boy on &lt;strike&gt;earth&lt;/strike&gt; our team. Mr Tan Wei Heng, who is kinda okay, but still weird and annoying and.. Riley Liew, tall, weird and also annoying.. Haha! Just Joking, don't take it to seriously, guys.. This team-mates of mine, they are going to 5-1 with me, except Riley. I heard he's going to 5-3. Who cares? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sand;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, today was last day of school. Mrs Hoe, teachers, I will miss you! And I was chosen to sell [sorry to say,] st*pid pebbles. No, it's not ENTIRELY bad, just that.. it was kinda &lt;em&gt;DISGUSTING&lt;/em&gt;. But, 2 look on the bright side [which I did'nt think was possible,] me and Xin Lin (4.3) sold approximately $26. &lt;em&gt;Cha ching&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sand;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Haha! It was utterly tiring. Imagine, walking around school, like mad asking kids to buy these pebbles and the proceeds go to SPCA. Why now? Why not last week? This questions ran thru my mind, but I Did'nt care!! All I ever thought was, HOW IN THE WORLD DID I GET MYSELF INTO THIS!!?? Grr.. After that [more? Yes, today Iffah got lots to talk about] I went to the CEPAT TEPAT Quiz. Hard? TRULY, D*MN HARD! Those who went for the quiz is me, Zaheerah and [eww, I can't believe I'm typing his name,] Khaizuran. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sand;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, now, I know it's rainy and yes, 2mrw is P1 orientation, so I have to stop typing and get ready for my exams and to relax and unwind, so.. Please, enjoy your holidays.. This &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;could&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; also be my last post, so bye.. Enjoy '08 and spend it wisely. You can't use the time you have now twice. So, Bye.. Luv you all.. PEACE. hah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img title="Laughing" alt="Laughing" src="http://blog.lead.com.sg/lead/saps/js/tinymce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-laughing.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sand;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;The longest post she ever did,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sand;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;~Ain Iffah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;PS, This post can be found on my LEAD blog, so don't be surprised..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-815218132612827752?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/815218132612827752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=815218132612827752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/815218132612827752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/815218132612827752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/11/warning-post-is-quite-long-read-it-if.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-3755385033225393932</id><published>2008-11-06T00:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T00:23:31.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi..&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that I could become emo.. I am now, deeply sad when anyone talks about him.. I Hate him.. I hate him for making me lose my concentration in class.. But the new one I'm chasing.. Me and new boy.. Are we meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;More emo posts at &lt;a href="http://the-hurt-in-me.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://the-hurt-in-me.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go.. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;~Ain Iffah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-3755385033225393932?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/3755385033225393932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=3755385033225393932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/3755385033225393932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/3755385033225393932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/11/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-5909334247316310211</id><published>2008-11-05T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T04:13:55.740-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-_-'/><title type='text'>The Emo Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;Everyone had their emo times, and I had mine.. Read it if you want.. I collected it, and now, I guess it's time to show.. Notice that this was from 2007.. I edited it.. But, most of it is when I was 9. Now, even though I'm 10, I think like a 13 year old. So, now that I've a new crush and everything, this is just a simple, fading away memory.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"&gt;IT IS A MEMORY, SO IT'S NOT ME NOW. I've gone over it..It was my past. Looking through this stuff I had written got me all sad again. So, I hope you understand me.. This should have happened to everyone, at least once.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I was never able to take rejection. I was never strong enough. I tried telling myself I could take anything that comes my way. I told myself to be gullible to love. Jump at every opportunity to be with him. I did. It was the wrong move. It just made this wound hurt even worse. I was stabbed again. Another broken piece of my heart has dropped and never to be found. The wound is so deep that I don't think I'll ever be cured. When I think of him, which is &lt;s&gt;hardly&lt;/s&gt; most of the time, I can hardly breath. I start to gasp for breath. I lost my appetite for dinner. When I hear his name, sadness builds up in me..But I don't show it.. &lt;u&gt;DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME I'LL EVER BE CURED. OR I CAN EVER FIND ANOTHER GUY OUT THERE FOR ME. 'COZ NO CAN REPLACE YOU&lt;/u&gt; I wonder, how am I to live through my life if our friends misunderstand us.. What will happen when I see him? I can't avoid him forever... Falling in love is my greatest fear. But I can't help it can I? Someone. Tell me. That I'll live through this. Coz from the looks of it, I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;"Of course he wasn't interested in me," I thought angrily, my eyes stinging &lt;s&gt;-a delayed reaction to the onions-&lt;/s&gt; I wasn't &lt;em&gt;interesting&lt;/em&gt;. And he was. Interesting...and brilliant...and mysterious...and perfect...and beautiful...&lt;s&gt;and possibly able to lift full-sized vans with one hand&lt;/s&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I need a life, but everywhere I turn to, I see him, I can't STAND it.When he walks by me, it takes my breath away. I hate it. I hate not being able to not love him. but someway or another I do. It's not easy to ignore him. It's already to difficult to not talk to him when he is near me. I can't say what's on my mind. Only because... There's so many reasons why, but I can't tell him. He has his own girl. I can and will break down and cry.. But.. I realise I never let my guard down. Only when I was with him did I.. I felt protected, like no one could hurt me nor could I fall down. He was always there. I could have grasped him in my embrace a long time ago. But I let that past. I just let the opportunity slip through my finger. And now, he's gone. He loves someone else too much. Thinking of them entering graduation together, made me afraid. Until the extend that I can't take it, that I'll let out all the feelings kept inside. When I think of them entering together now, I feel like my heart's being crush. My last hope pops like a bubble. I wish I could be with him, but I guess that's not possible. I get so jealous, of every person who has someone to love. That loves them back too.. I always wished to go to the graduation, holding my Romeo's hand. As it is for him whom I truly loved. Him who I loved since P2. And I never told anyone that. I guess I never will. No matter how much I love him, I have no second chance. I LOVE YOU. AND NOTHING CAN CHANGE THAT. I'm against the WORLD on this matter. No matter what. No matter where. I LOVE YOU. And I can't bear the fact that I'm going to grow in a new world, a world where I love you, you don't love me back and a life where you are nowhere near me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Many nights we've prayed&lt;br /&gt;With no proof anyone could hear&lt;br /&gt;In our hearts a hopeful song&lt;br /&gt;We barely understood&lt;br /&gt;Now we are not afraid&lt;br /&gt;Although we know there's much to fear&lt;br /&gt;We were moving mountains&lt;br /&gt;Long before we knew we could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can be miracles&lt;br /&gt;When you believe&lt;br /&gt;Though hope is frail&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to kill&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what miracles&lt;br /&gt;You can achieve&lt;br /&gt;When you believe&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you will&lt;br /&gt;You will when you believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this time of fear&lt;br /&gt;When prayer so often proves in vain&lt;br /&gt;Hope seemed like the summer birds&lt;br /&gt;Too swiftly flown away&lt;br /&gt;Yet now I'm standing here&lt;br /&gt;My heart's so full, I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;Seeking faith and speaking words&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't always happen when you ask&lt;br /&gt;And it's easy to give in to your fears&lt;br /&gt;But when you're blinded by your pain&lt;br /&gt;Can't see your way clear through the rain&lt;br /&gt;A small, but still, resilient voice&lt;br /&gt;Says help is very near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;Boy, you dunno how much I need you,&lt;br /&gt;You dunno the pain that I go through,&lt;br /&gt;The school year is ending, but will you ever love me again?&lt;br /&gt;Can you?&lt;br /&gt;My heart says don't give up.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll ever forget you.&lt;br /&gt;I must see you again&lt;br /&gt;I must have that last kiss,&lt;br /&gt;But who am I kidding?&lt;br /&gt;Like I'll ever get that from you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt; I know for sure, that the last kiss will be saved for her,&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing for me&lt;br /&gt;Except a goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;An empty goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You just don't know how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;It feel's so right to be with you..&lt;br /&gt;..But yet it's so wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of seeing you with her.&lt;br /&gt;It's just so scary&lt;br /&gt;It's like something crushed my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;I feel like crying&lt;br /&gt;But I promised to never let you see the tears&lt;br /&gt;Will that promise be kept?&lt;br /&gt;I want that last kiss.&lt;br /&gt;If you find out who you are.&lt;br /&gt;I beg of you.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;Because I never wanted to love you, I just do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Love is a feeling. NOT a reason..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the best&lt;br /&gt;And yet you still are.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Not even time can change that fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~So now, I would like to thank. &lt;u&gt;My friends&lt;/u&gt;, for &lt;s&gt;always&lt;/s&gt; being there for me. &lt;em&gt;And my past-romeo. for hurting me and for the life lesson he taught me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I know, I was utterly pathetic, but I can't help but think.. HOW WAS I SUCH A GOOD WRITER!? And I want you to know, that the guy was --------.. He.. He.. played something in my life, and is now, just my friend. We were'nt meant to be, I guess..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;~Ain Iffah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-5909334247316310211?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/5909334247316310211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=5909334247316310211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/5909334247316310211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/5909334247316310211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/11/emo-post.html' title='The Emo Post'/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-4845163675971468783</id><published>2008-11-04T23:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:43:25.711-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-_-'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boredom'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm still on the net..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel so bored. But, I don't wanna study!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Help, I can die of boredom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, why me? Hmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I need to study, and of course try to sleep and regain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;back some energy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing much happening today except that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am still In Love with the layout..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PS, Maybe I could tell you 'bout Fancy.. Maybe I wont..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Depends.. Now that some do check this blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't talk about them.. Hmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe a new story at the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://stories-in-my-imagination.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://stories-in-my-imagination.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm thinking about something..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you can read about it there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See ya soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, here's a video from HSM3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Ain Iffah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 361px; HEIGHT: 278px" height="278" width="361"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/meOLzqtrqKM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/meOLzqtrqKM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="310"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-4845163675971468783?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/4845163675971468783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=4845163675971468783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/4845163675971468783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/4845163675971468783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/11/hi-im-still-on-net.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-8615829734559717425</id><published>2008-11-04T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:49:08.711-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'>Request A Blog</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know my posts have'nt been updating..&lt;br /&gt;Today, there's no school because of Moderation Day, whatever that is.. The new layout took 2hours to do.. Now, I can positively tell you that I am good at editing classic layouts so, you can ask me to do layouts for you. My email's at the PROFILE Page.. It's right below the banner..&lt;br /&gt; If you want one, put the email title as Blogger Classic Layout..&lt;br /&gt;Give me your username, password for BLOGGER, the link of the classic layout from &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/"&gt;http://blogskins.com/&lt;/a&gt; , your username and password for &lt;a href="http://cbox.ws/"&gt;http://CBOX.WS/&lt;/a&gt; and everything about you.&lt;br /&gt;Also, you can trust me! I won't do anything to your blog! Also remember to include stuff like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your Date Of Birth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your School&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your Full Name&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More about you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;About your family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;About your friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, you can just email me! My email is &lt;a href="mailto:natasha_gal_0407@hotmail.com"&gt;natasha_gal_0407@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;==End Of Blog Talk==&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, I've gottten my exam marks.. I have'nt gotten the total for EL And ML but here is what I've gotten so far,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Math      ~ 88/100&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Science  ~ 87/100&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;English  ~ 43½ /48&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Malay    ~ 41/50&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that's what I got so far.. And this Friday, I'm getting my report books, so by then, I'll tell you.. And go to &lt;a href="http://stories-in-my-imagination.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://stories-in-my-imagination.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; for a stories.. They're okay.. I wrote them all.. I'm playing a game now, so Bye Now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~Ain Iffah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-8615829734559717425?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/8615829734559717425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=8615829734559717425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/8615829734559717425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/8615829734559717425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/11/request-blog.html' title='Request A Blog'/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-2113639071034417027</id><published>2008-11-04T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:04:53.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Like the new backround? I love it!&lt;br /&gt;It seems like oh, I don't know, more clearer.. You should really check out the other sections.. The navigation is right below that banner. The words.. Honestly, my favourite part is the RANDOM FACTS.. This layout was'nt a nightmare but I know one which is.. &lt;a href="http://lack-of-creativity.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lack-of-creativity.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; that site is actually one of my friends.. She wanted me to help her do it, so editing that was a night mare. Notice the RANDOM facts of mine is the same as one of her sections.. Well, I edited everything there, so actually, since I wrote it, I can put it here. If you don't beleive me, ask her yourself!..&lt;br /&gt;More about me next post..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-2113639071034417027?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/2113639071034417027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=2113639071034417027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/2113639071034417027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/2113639071034417027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/11/like-new-backround-i-love-it-it-seems.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-8861726614635322094</id><published>2008-10-31T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T01:02:56.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today's quite a day. Zaheerah went to Madrasah. I did'nt go. I just dunno how to Solat. Shit. Unfair. I am listening to Stupid Girl by P!nk. I miss him. Oh yeah, I remembered. I had to do a project. Well, rather do that later. I just did a Planet Cazmo account. My name's Priceless Angel. Anyway, I don't think much happened today. Anyway, here's a video I got. If it's bad, I pretty much don't care. You see, I'm in a shitty mood. And it sucks not to have a phone. Next post, I'll show you what I want. With every possible detail I could give!! And, I'd like to say I've gotten a few examination marks. Too bad I should'nt be writing it down. My parents don't let me. But is you do, go to the Profile Tab. And scroll utter most down and you can find my email there or you can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emailmeform.com/contact_webmaster_fid-114049.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~Ain Iffah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="231" height="208" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-486f54954e73f724" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D486f54954e73f724%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331266072%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D70BB907492E4B2B46FB92E09D42CCC232428604E.21A7251F22DB4871AFCA62068FC34F845133AAE1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D486f54954e73f724%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRTpna1jiwZAYtMCbFeCr3Oq76no&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="231" height="208" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D486f54954e73f724%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331266072%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D70BB907492E4B2B46FB92E09D42CCC232428604E.21A7251F22DB4871AFCA62068FC34F845133AAE1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D486f54954e73f724%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRTpna1jiwZAYtMCbFeCr3Oq76no&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-8861726614635322094?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=486f54954e73f724&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/8861726614635322094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=8861726614635322094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/8861726614635322094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/8861726614635322094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/10/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-5028592790033604198</id><published>2008-10-30T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:20:49.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, today was alright&lt;br /&gt;Will give quite a long post today. Also, I don't care if no one reads this, as long as I do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, went to school with beautiful, black, LuluBelle Sling Bag. Beauiful! I walked in to the hall at around 06:59. When I put down my bag on to the rows my class sit on, I noticed that there was'nt much people who have arrived yet.. I took out the book, Saffy's Angel written by Hilary McKay. It was a nice book. I waited for assembly to finish, just like all the students did. But today, the P4 students had reasons. Once we finished singing the School Rally, the National Anthem and the pledge , we were dismissed, class by class. The first half of the P4 Batch waited anxiously for their class to be called. You see, today is our first time learning to use a calculator. No, we're not PATHETIC, it's just that we were'nt allowed to use the device until P5 and next year? Yep, I'm P5. So, All P4 students were quite anxious. We went to class and my form teacher, Mrs. Joanne Hoe, told us on all the important stuff.. Like when or when not to come.. After she left 15 mins later, the lady who was supposed to teach how to use the calculator thingy came. 2½  hours flew pas. By then, my class were like mini-pros. We got lollies and went for recess, then PE and exam stuff and we're done 4 the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now gonna do a story.&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://stories-in-my-imagination.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;http://stories-in-my-imagination.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For stories in motion.&lt;br /&gt;First time, so&lt;br /&gt;Don't say a thing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ain Iffah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-5028592790033604198?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/5028592790033604198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=5028592790033604198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/5028592790033604198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/5028592790033604198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/10/okay-today-was-alright-will-give-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-2857453423332574466</id><published>2008-10-28T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T23:54:20.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know.&lt;br /&gt;Long time no post. Finished exams.&lt;br /&gt;More things next time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-2857453423332574466?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/2857453423332574466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=2857453423332574466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/2857453423332574466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/2857453423332574466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-680807332640783565</id><published>2008-10-23T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T01:18:16.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I know, I have'nt been posting much as all the things have been getting in my way. So anyway, 2 more days for exam to mercifully, thankfully end.. Today there was'nt much things except that one of my friends bought me a pen out of pity as I did'nt finish my MATH SA2 and did'nt like seeing me sad, as when i am, I am angry and shouts at everyone!! Anyway, (100% by me!) Here's A story that I wrote in school :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As I sat on the white sand, the cool ocean breeze blew upon my face. No matter how hard I try to forget the past, I fail all the time. I decided that going to the ocean will help me to forget it. But our friendship, our past, is too hard to forget. Now that we're friends again, I can't help but think if all these is just another set-up or if your being honest with me. I look across the ocean desperately, hoping for an answer. The cool air was gentle on my skin, and cools me externally, not internally. It actually burnt me, deep inside. And suddenly a question pops in my head, Why is it so hard for me to regain my trust in &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;? I turn away from the ocean. It is cooling, burning, and reminds me of you. The colour Of the ocean just hurts too much. It was the colour we shared to mark our friendship. Not too blue, not too green, not solid, and not translucent. It's see through, and has colour. It's just like your eyes, once full, now EMPTY. I thought the colour of the ocean would soothe me, but I guess I was wrong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Suddenly, I found myself running. I was running away, away from my past. But it was no use. I put myself to a halt, and leaned to a tree. By then, tears formed on my cheeks. My cheeks that were once pink, and full of hope. Now, dull. Dull like a dark, grey rain cloud, ready to explode. And I felt like that, dark, and ready to explode into a flood any minute. I was crying, crying over my past. But I felt on slightly better. What I really Needed was a shoulder to cry on.. But &lt;em&gt;who&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Is it okay? I mean, I never like compos.. And do use your brain that I wrote it myself. No one helped me.. But for ispiration, it kinda happened to me, but not this dramatic.. Remember Fancy? Yeah.. That. So now, all my sadness rushed to my brain. And I'm sorry if there's any mistakes. Like what Zeerah said, to some, it's a compo. But to others, it's like a life story. And to tell you the truth, I feel like writing a series about this girl. Her name's Isabelle Novac. Maybe it'll happen. Depends on time.. And well, it's 100% me. No copying. I mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have to go and study.. And I need to be excused. The tears are rushing back to my eyes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Ain Iffah&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/9008693109057478006-680807332640783565?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/680807332640783565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=680807332640783565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/680807332640783565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/680807332640783565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-know-i-havent-been-posting-much-as.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-516489860239426236</id><published>2008-10-15T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:25:23.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>URRGGHH..&lt;br /&gt; I just wanna give you an update on my stuff..&lt;br /&gt;WRITTEN, ORAL &amp;amp; LISTENING EXAMS ARE OVER! Big woot!&lt;br /&gt;And I've not been posting much because of my layout getting a big mess! Woops!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored!&lt;br /&gt;I can't post long. A few more days and my important exam's gonna start.&lt;br /&gt; PS, ALL my older blogs'll be deleted. I think that this blog I need most!&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna say, TRY YOUR BEST!&lt;br /&gt;~Ain Iffah&lt;br /&gt;PPS, I sound like a fat freak. Just be the worst. Ha! Now, that's me! (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-516489860239426236?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/516489860239426236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=516489860239426236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/516489860239426236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/516489860239426236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/10/urrgghh.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-1240950497969400220</id><published>2008-10-13T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T00:54:23.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, god!&lt;br /&gt;Is Fancy my BFF OR WAT!?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, She was utterly sincere on being my BFF . So?&lt;br /&gt;Urghh!! I cant believe this!!&lt;br /&gt;Cool, I gotta chill..&lt;br /&gt;Hate that grrll&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;Study&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-1240950497969400220?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/1240950497969400220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=1240950497969400220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/1240950497969400220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/1240950497969400220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-god-is-fancy-my-bff-or-wat-i-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-6226783953306320126</id><published>2008-10-06T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:42:39.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Totally Bored&lt;br /&gt;Today, did English Oral.. Oh, so very simple.. About A clinic..&lt;br /&gt;Today, I have no homework.. I ate Maggi (or watever it's spelled) I have'nt been posting.. I'm busy.. Later gonna revise work using &lt;a href="http://lead.com.sg/"&gt;http://lead.com.sg/&lt;/a&gt; Need to do stuff.. Nothing special today.. Gotta go. Maybe Later I'll Post again.&lt;br /&gt;See You&lt;br /&gt;-xoxo-&lt;br /&gt;~Ain Iffah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-6226783953306320126?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/6226783953306320126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=6226783953306320126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/6226783953306320126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/6226783953306320126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/10/totally-bored-today-did-english-oral.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-2829429133630770211</id><published>2008-09-29T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T03:18:33.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School 2day..&lt;br /&gt;Started as per-normal. Homework? Science test section A. ML Class was okay. Zeerah did'nt come.. We did a ML Paper. Once done, Delila kept on asking the boys to do something with a cabinet. Dunno what. But he kept on looking over at me.. Weird. I know something was happening. But what?  Anyway, I got a little free eraser. I'm so NOT Going to library. He might be there. I'm not scared.. Only.. He could plan to do something evil on me.. School went on okay. I finshed my art project.. I think it rocked.. No offense.. Then, my fave part came..(I'm gonna make it sound like a compo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  BRRRRIIIINNGGG.. The bell went off, signaling the end of school.. I was delighted. I could not wait to get my homework done and ready.. I walked off with one of my best friends, Genevieve Goh. I walked the far way. Through the hall and everything.. Why, The boy I have a crush on was walking with his friends.. I walked away from them.. They usually mean trouble for me. Once we went down the flight of staircases, I parted away from Genevieve, asking her to help me return a library book.. When I walked to the gate I went home by, he was walking with Zeerah's BF. I was ready to dash pass them.. But thanks to my HEAVY Bag. I could'nt.. They were teasing me.. But my crush.. In ML Class, his hair was all "neat" for a cute boy.. But now, his hair was all messed up. He did not look cute at all.. Nope, HE LOOKED HOT! Smoking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well.. I gotta go.. Need to bathe. A girl has to look good, right? ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~Ain Iffah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-2829429133630770211?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/2829429133630770211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=2829429133630770211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/2829429133630770211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/2829429133630770211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/09/school-2day.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-4374982246910553975</id><published>2008-09-27T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T02:03:56.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Today's Sunday.. My parents &amp;amp; uncle have gone out, thus, letting me to FINALLY Have some privacy..  So, It's around 16:45 I miss him.. Dunno Why. Today, woke up at 10:00, I think.. Currently listening to : Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. I've been using the computer for 6-8 hours, I Think.. It's been A LONG Time since I got to play that long.. Thank you, God.. I am currently bored.. I'm crazy. Falling for the wrong people.. I've been messing around Youtube &amp;amp; Y8.. So, it's official for me.. It's "Y" Day..Haha.. NOT.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Also, today, My "topic" Is about losing a best friend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;  I had a friend.. A best friend.. My current BFFs know who she is so let's call her "Fancy". Fancy and Me always hanged out.. We were also in Track &amp;amp; Field. Now she quitted it.. Anyway, Fancy and I had a little fight.. Before the fight, I confessed to Fancy that since 7, I had ALWAYS Been jealous of her as she was on of the most prettiest girls alive. I was truthful.. You see, when I was 7, I had a HIDEOUS Haircut.. Short. No layers, no, nothing! When I saw Fancy, I went BFFs With her. Immediately. Now, I can't beleive we were even friends.. During Track &amp;amp; Field, we were asked to do a little jumping.. I was talking to another girl when Fancy suddenly accused me of something. I will say no more on that. But, Fancy was an auto enemy, for me. I lost ALL My trust in her. That was February. Now, she has a little frog-faced posse. She acts like me. She NEEDS A body guard. How pathetic is that? My guess, VERY, 100% Haha. She says behind my back that I'm a devil and everything. Thanks to her, I lost ALL My marks for exams and I lost hope in studying. And to Fancy, I know. I'm a devil and no, Fancy, I'm not pathetic. You are. Apparently, I'm in the TOP Class this year. And she's in 2nd Last Class. Poor Fancy. NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;  Back to present, my best friend, Zeerah, is in the 2nd top class, cousins with my crush, is nice, smart &amp;amp; also as cute as Fancy. Zeerah sticks with me.. Also, Zeerah's Dad came home. She's delighted.. Her dad works overseas and comes home every 6 months. So, Yay Zeerah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Gone Speechless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;~Ain Iffah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;PS. Fancy is not her name. It starts with F and is spectacled and now, has a froggy face. If you see her cousins in the pond, tell them that their cousin said hi. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;PPS. That was the best joke I had today. Haha. ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-4374982246910553975?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/4374982246910553975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=4374982246910553975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/4374982246910553975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/4374982246910553975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/09/todays-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-5581554697247953483</id><published>2008-09-26T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T05:37:07.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know, I know..&lt;br /&gt;I have'nt been typing much in you.. I've been SO Busy.. I haven't even BATHE.. I know, kinda disgusting. Who cares? Yesterday was ok.. Thursday was one of the best days of my life.. I RECEIVED 2 TROPHIES AT THE SAME TIME.. I know, cool! Friday.. Zeerah did'nt come.. She lost her voice.. Also during Friday, my crush had been throwing some stuff at me.. I still dunno if he likes me.. I was FORCED to act nice &amp;amp; evil. By complaining.. Let's just call him, "Delila".. So, Delila was asking all the boys to follow him and hit me.. He was SO Cute.. He'll never know I like him, I guess.. Why do I hit on the EVIL Boy? Why not the sweet one? Oh, wait. THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A SWEET Boy. Unless of course, they're a teen. But, I'm still pre-teen. Let me give you a hint on who Delila is. His name starts with a D. He has a sister who's a year older than him. He's a little shorter than his friends. Has HOT eyes.. And has a TERRIFIC Smile.. Gotta go..&lt;br /&gt;Bye..&lt;br /&gt;~Ain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-5581554697247953483?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/5581554697247953483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=5581554697247953483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/5581554697247953483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/5581554697247953483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-know-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-7084549450709055221</id><published>2008-09-22T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T03:04:04.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Urgh..&lt;br /&gt;Boring much..&lt;br /&gt;Today I had normal stuff.. Was looking at him During ML Class.. Recess to.. He is SO Cute.. Anyway, Had PE. His class was there.. He still looked Cute.. Play floor ball.. So.. Then, Art.. Painted pebbles.. I'm crazy about Penguins.. Haha..  Gotta go..&lt;br /&gt;~Ain Iffah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Miss Him..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-7084549450709055221?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/7084549450709055221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=7084549450709055221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/7084549450709055221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/7084549450709055221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/09/urgh.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-4978480224950259888</id><published>2008-09-20T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T19:46:44.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Erm Ok..&lt;br /&gt;Now's SUNDAY!??&lt;br /&gt;Unfair!!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was ok-ok&lt;br /&gt;I sent Nani &amp;amp; Cik Onna back to their houses in JB. Sedap sey.. Makan Bubur ngan Kangkung.. Totally the best ever!&lt;br /&gt;So my mom's now 35. My dad too..&lt;br /&gt;I also went to Salvation Army yesterday.. My mom's cake is TOTALLY YUMMY!! Chocolate!!&lt;br /&gt;OOhhh. I'm drooling again!!!&lt;br /&gt;I have to go..&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna drool on my shirt!!&lt;br /&gt;~Ain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008693109057478006-4978480224950259888?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/4978480224950259888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=4978480224950259888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/4978480224950259888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/4978480224950259888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/09/erm-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-7662233382121363530</id><published>2008-09-19T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T19:57:25.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I suddenly feel like typing more and more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As all may know, I have a huge Crush on this totally hot Boy! I Won't tell you his name but he's from my school.. Not my class.. Not in a banded class and is in  class which is right next to mine.. And he's not a prefect.. I really like him.. I dun think he knows, diary.. But what Zeerah Said was that he TOTs (totally) has a huge crush on me.. I can't believe that..&lt;totally)&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;BTW.. I'm listening to Goodbye... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;I love it.. It reminded me of someone.. During May 2008.. He is SO Stupid.. That May 2008 Boy, I mean..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;So It's now 10:50 And I'm looking around tweaking my blog here and there.. So I'm also At Youtube.. And My email?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Give me an email at :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;time_rewind@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't add me at MSN.. That email is for emails only.. My MSN Is not for people to know.. NEVER. Only people who know me in real life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;have the advantage for so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;I guess I Must Go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;~Ain Iffah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/totally)&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/9008693109057478006-7662233382121363530?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/7662233382121363530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=7662233382121363530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/7662233382121363530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/7662233382121363530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-suddenly-feel-like-typing-more-and.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008693109057478006.post-1935319316427403078</id><published>2008-09-19T18:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T19:45:56.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This Is My Other Blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I Did this by myself.. So.. Yeah.. Took ME TWO WHOLE Hours to do this... I love the theme I did.. Anyway, this theme really represents me... A Blog IS an online Diary so.. The theme MAKES SENSE.. So.. My first time doing so.. I know, very suckish..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm trying this FOR FUN..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As you know, this is quite secret.. but this blog, anyone may read.. So pass on the word..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today's my Mom's Birthday, so, Happy Birthday Mother..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;PS, My Mom's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Quite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; a famous makeup artist in Singapore..  My mom's off to Johor Bahru..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm currently listening to some music..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ain Iffah&lt;/span&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/9008693109057478006-1935319316427403078?l=secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/feeds/1935319316427403078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008693109057478006&amp;postID=1935319316427403078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/1935319316427403078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008693109057478006/posts/default/1935319316427403078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secrets-are-never-safe.blogspot.com/2008/09/bla-bla-bla.html' title=''/><author><name>:.Ain Iffah.:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04399251551335578959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDXCDwdts5w/SSKq8LeV8aI/AAAAAAAAADU/aepOXA-PZOU/s1600-R/b10385a4c1dea8f50ab8b56c4cee373d_web.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
