<?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-6676552884769592343</id><updated>2011-07-08T18:49:00.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>turn up the volume!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-5145951969003229191</id><published>2010-06-28T10:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T10:29:25.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been A Long Time Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Been A Long Time Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much to type, so little time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I figured this blog kinda needs a make-over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still thinking up of one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-5145951969003229191?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/5145951969003229191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=5145951969003229191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/5145951969003229191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/5145951969003229191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2010/06/been-long-time-blog_28.html' title='Been A Long Time Blog'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-6967200932357178140</id><published>2010-02-03T04:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T04:41:07.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Long Holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my longest holiday yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea by the way I got into &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lasalle College Of The Arts&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely happy when I got in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy 16 Months Baby! Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You sexy like chocolate strawberry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a job at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt; as a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barista&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took fucking long to let me know that I got the job. But what the heck eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going down to Starbucks this sunday. Hoping to start work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my new pair of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Macbeth's&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are super comfortable and sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular pair I got is a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frankie Iero SSE Studio Project Macbeth Wallister Shoes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Frankie Iero&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Chemical Romance&lt;/span&gt; is a supporter of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;SSE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SSE is a non-profitable cancer foundation which I just donated to when I bought the shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the heel it says "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CANCER FIGHTER&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays are starting to bore. Because Love has started school. And she is having fun. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;I hope my school is awesome too. Can't wait for it to start. I'm getting this job so that I will have money to get new clothes for school. And of course to shop and have extra pocket money. Other than that it is to most importantly pass time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So till my next post. Whenever it is I feel like posting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight World!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love your sweetcheeks :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-6967200932357178140?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/6967200932357178140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=6967200932357178140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/6967200932357178140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/6967200932357178140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2010/02/long-holiday_153.html' title='Long Holiday'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-1704982519502916772</id><published>2009-12-22T19:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T04:36:28.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update For All Those Missed Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Update For All Those Missed Months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Firstly Happy 14 Months Anniversary to me and my Baby Boo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy 15 Months Anniversary :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots o shit happened lately. No School. Like Seriously. Till next year. See where I'm heading too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results is less then a month. Don't wanna think about it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not working this year. Decided to grow my hair. Its gonna go super long this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I have not blogged for I don't know how many bloody months. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently on the past 19th my uncle got Married. Took photos for him with my uncle and cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great day it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Congratulations to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to get new pieces of camera equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly the MB-D80 Battery grip! Got it cheap. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is the 60mm Nikkor Micro Lens. A very fine piece of equipment for macro(Micro according to Nikon) Shots and also potrait shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for now. Will update this god damned blog another time. Hopefully :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;i miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-1704982519502916772?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/1704982519502916772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=1704982519502916772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/1704982519502916772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/1704982519502916772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/12/update-for-all-those-missed-months.html' title='Update For All Those Missed Months'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-5838074989090736134</id><published>2009-10-09T23:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:11:57.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 13th Month Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy 13th Month Anniversary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you soooo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got love a ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I made something for her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poem is coming. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay yay esok jalan raye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;i gila - gilakan you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-5838074989090736134?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/5838074989090736134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=5838074989090736134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/5838074989090736134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/5838074989090736134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-13th-month-anniversary_09.html' title='Happy 13th Month Anniversary!'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-3047627523444415202</id><published>2009-09-22T00:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T00:36:33.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upgrading The Nikon D90 Camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Upgrading The Nikon D90 Camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nikon D90&lt;/span&gt; looks like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3042/2948642875_af77acddea.jpg" alt="NIKON D90.01 by Tita il Geco." title="" onload="show_notes_initially();" class="reflect" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;AF-S DX NIKKOR 18-105mm f/3.5-5.6G ED VR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; D90&lt;/span&gt; look really sexy, awesome and sturdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this pic down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2601/3749682507_30c0cc8686.jpg" alt="My Baby :) by nhoB_xelA." title="" onload="show_notes_initially();" class="reflect" width="332" height="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whooooooweeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Multi-power Battery Pack MB-D80                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nikon.com.sg/products/1016/691987de5e/MB-D80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://nikon.com.sg/products/1016/691987de5e/standard/MB-D80.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This costs around S$235.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Speedlight SB-900                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://nikon.com.sg/products/1251/99a734bdd1/SB900_front34r_l(lowres).jpg" src="http://nikon.com.sg/products/1251/99a734bdd1/SB900_front34r_l%28lowres%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This costs around S$789&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wireless Remote Control ML-L3                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nikon.com.sg/products/1011/5e393cb0a2/ML-L3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://nikon.com.sg/products/1011/5e393cb0a2/standard/ML-L3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is at S$18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i'll get the Flash much much later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. I'm currently thinking of the battery pack and the wireless remote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how aight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have all this. I'll start on my shooting kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I really need to save money for the lenses, bags and other equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;can't wait to see you tomorrow my love, hope you are well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-3047627523444415202?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/3047627523444415202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=3047627523444415202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/3047627523444415202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/3047627523444415202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/09/upgrading-nikon-d90-camera.html' title='Upgrading The Nikon D90 Camera'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3042/2948642875_af77acddea_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-5349141405571242861</id><published>2009-09-21T16:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T16:20:55.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya kepada semua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of raya was okay. Bit Tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll upload pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family met up at Grandmum's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Bukit Batok to our relatives house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Manchester United Won!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hooray for Man U and Owen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed for home  near 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I nak minta maaf dengan you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-5349141405571242861?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/5349141405571242861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=5349141405571242861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/5349141405571242861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/5349141405571242861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/09/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-6111326622998321342</id><published>2009-09-19T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T21:06:45.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End Of Ramadan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The End Of Ramadan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day of the fasting month has just ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be Syawal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya ingin mengucapkan Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri dan maaf Zahir dan Batin kepada semua umat - umat Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naz hendak meminta maaf kalau ada terkasar bahasa atau tersasul apa-apapun. Naz meminta maaf kalau ada menyakit perasaan. Naz tidak sengaja untuk membuat ini semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naz tau Naz banyak dosa. Naz minta maaf kay :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;selamat hari raya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-6111326622998321342?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/6111326622998321342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=6111326622998321342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/6111326622998321342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/6111326622998321342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/09/end-of-ramadan.html' title='The End Of Ramadan'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-3580333159535927950</id><published>2009-09-16T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:44:53.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raye '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Raye '09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raye is in three days. How awesome is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really really fast this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep this sweet and short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TONS of photos to upload. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;the couple of the year :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-3580333159535927950?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/3580333159535927950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=3580333159535927950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/3580333159535927950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/3580333159535927950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/09/raye-09.html' title='Raye &apos;09'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-4876333245841175753</id><published>2009-09-11T21:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T16:11:52.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Those Feathers And Sequins Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Get Those Feathers And Sequins Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/DSC_0100.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are cordially invited to our Red Carpet Event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell Fest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress code is Glitz &amp;amp; Glamour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got Glamour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the glitz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what to put on for Glitz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have lots of pictures too. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger you better let me post or you're dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love has got to emcee first tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll make our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;we'll be the couple of the year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-4876333245841175753?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/4876333245841175753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=4876333245841175753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/4876333245841175753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/4876333245841175753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/09/get-those-feathers-and-sequins-out.html' title='Get Those Feathers And Sequins Out'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-3988874061596409377</id><published>2009-09-11T01:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T02:16:12.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You With All My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Je t'aime de tout mon coeur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;09-09-09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was on the present that love gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love you with all my heart my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an amazing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both me and Love had a haircut. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks really really pretty and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A really cute haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She actually looked like Beyonce :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent Love home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met awhile later again to go to Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love wanted to look for a belt for Farewell Fest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found it and got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The belt gives her a rocker chick look. Hehe. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for dinner after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We buke puase at changi village!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Year Anniversary Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ Stingray and the works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we took the bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really tired so we both dozed off in the bus. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent her home. Then it was my turn :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell Fest this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got what I wanted to wear :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art is going really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My use of the pencil and pen medium have been really improving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremely proud of myself and not shy at all to show off my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;my destiny lies in the stars twinkling in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-3988874061596409377?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/3988874061596409377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=3988874061596409377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/3988874061596409377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/3988874061596409377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-you-with-all-my-heart.html' title='I Love You With All My Heart'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-872024748093552187</id><published>2009-09-09T08:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T08:58:42.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1 Year Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy 1 Year Anniversary Baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love You sooooooooo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a wonderful year it has been, lets make more happy memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-872024748093552187?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/872024748093552187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=872024748093552187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/872024748093552187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/872024748093552187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-1-year-anniversary.html' title='Happy 1 Year Anniversary!'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-2510295450992407005</id><published>2009-09-07T01:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T01:25:07.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>September Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;September Holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/macbethpremises.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes September holidays have started. Yet it is not much of a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merely a short break for us students to catch up on lost work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down to 'O' Levels. Not very far away.&lt;br /&gt;In fact I think it will be around the corner really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finishing up my art and studying lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; more days baby. I am extremely excited for this very very special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I CANNOT WAIT FOR IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;the earth is not a cold dead place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-2510295450992407005?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/2510295450992407005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=2510295450992407005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/2510295450992407005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/2510295450992407005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-holidays.html' title='September Holidays'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-2949254663659672523</id><published>2009-09-03T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T01:11:18.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost A Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Almost A Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time I blogged?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons and TONS of pictures coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From teachers day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip To Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Fashion show ofcourse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly tomorrows lunch time gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-2949254663659672523?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/2949254663659672523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=2949254663659672523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/2949254663659672523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/2949254663659672523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/09/almost-year.html' title='Almost A Year'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-6499596271177243074</id><published>2009-08-21T21:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T01:11:53.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Month Of Ramadan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This Month Of Ramadan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the first day of the fasting month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God its so fast this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means that we'll be celebrating Hari Raya during our 'O' Levels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then fun for a day or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then back to concentrating on studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pressures on then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;lets do this together :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-6499596271177243074?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/6499596271177243074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=6499596271177243074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/6499596271177243074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/6499596271177243074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-month-of-ramadan.html' title='This Month Of Ramadan'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-3798588466260388996</id><published>2009-08-20T01:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T02:11:28.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Is Magical Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music Is Magical Power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/DSC_0262.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music really helps. When you feel down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music Is Magical Power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It helps you get through the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is my companion when my mind is all jammed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put your headphones on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pick a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hit play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You close your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you lay your head back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't fail malay. But i'm retaking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;lets do this, together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-3798588466260388996?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/3798588466260388996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=3798588466260388996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/3798588466260388996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/3798588466260388996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/08/music-is-magical-power.html' title='Music Is Magical Power'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-7917394043896911349</id><published>2009-08-17T00:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:40:18.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/DSC_0343acopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HAPPY SIXTEENTH BIRTHDAY TO NADIA NATASHA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceh ceh, da boleh tengok NC16 movies sey :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all your wishes come true and let this be the most memorable birthday ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures tomorrow :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I Love Just You :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-7917394043896911349?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/7917394043896911349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=7917394043896911349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/7917394043896911349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/7917394043896911349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-3920612992794415361</id><published>2009-08-16T01:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T01:39:27.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't Cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/DSC_0268acopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went jamming on Friday. Did Love's songs. They were awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow and steady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly building up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gets heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starts to rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to class with Love yesterday. We didn't go out though. I had to follow my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a wedding to go to today. So yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta study alot alot alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;don't cry, i'm here for you. always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-3920612992794415361?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/3920612992794415361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=3920612992794415361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/3920612992794415361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/3920612992794415361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-cry.html' title='Don&apos;t Cry'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-3069391695417024666</id><published>2009-08-11T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T23:55:47.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Change?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A Change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is as if Blogger is degrading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking down into nothingness, piece by piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buttons disappearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures unable to be displayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog posts so dull in white font colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we going to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hope everything will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;our love story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-3069391695417024666?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/3069391695417024666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=3069391695417024666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/3069391695417024666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/3069391695417024666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/08/change.html' title='A Change?'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-5011417924989395495</id><published>2009-08-10T00:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T00:01:33.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 11th Month Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy 11th Month Anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/DSC_0052a.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy 11 months anniversary baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till we turn a year. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;I really can't wait till that day comes.&lt;br /&gt;I bet you that it will be the most awesomest day of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 cents was good hehe.&lt;br /&gt;A challenge it was :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my aunt's house to have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Watch the parade from the best view which was on tv :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle cooked chicken in some kind of style which I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was stuffed with feta cheese. Omfg it tastes really 'effin good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing Love out for a surprise. I know you want hints about what it will be. But I can't tell you. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure you would love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I dreamt' of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-5011417924989395495?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/5011417924989395495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=5011417924989395495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/5011417924989395495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/5011417924989395495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-11th-month-anniversary_10.html' title='Happy 11th Month Anniversary'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-8875177871797087265</id><published>2009-08-09T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T00:02:44.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy National Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy National Day :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-8875177871797087265?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/8875177871797087265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=8875177871797087265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/8875177871797087265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/8875177871797087265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-national-day.html' title='Happy National Day'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-5731864563474550841</id><published>2009-08-08T18:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T20:09:27.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Set</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;First Set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/DSC_0039-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took my first set of photos today. Learned alot from the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried all the different modes. Memorized the abbreviations and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went around Singapore to do it though. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far East Flora. The Nursery. Lots of beautiful flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jurong Point Next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Orchard Road at ION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall take more tomorrow and the day after. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;tomorrow the skies at night will be ignited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-5731864563474550841?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/5731864563474550841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=5731864563474550841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/5731864563474550841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/5731864563474550841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-set.html' title='First Set'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-6793591137104388843</id><published>2009-08-08T00:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T00:00:04.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nikon D90</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nikon D90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.getprice.com.au/images/uploadimg/556/350__2_99b5a1143004d24552843c840c3b6c61.jpg" src="http://www.getprice.com.au/images/uploadimg/556/350__2_99b5a1143004d24552843c840c3b6c61.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nikon D90 with 18 - 105mm VR Lens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahaha! Awesome camera this is :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it with 2 8GB memory cards. Extra battery. Tripod and Lowepro Camera Bag. Hehe. Great bundle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll bring it with me everywhere I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you will be my model :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIRED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I want to capture every moment in life with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-6793591137104388843?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/6793591137104388843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=6793591137104388843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/6793591137104388843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/6793591137104388843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/08/d90.html' title='Nikon D90'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-1365626845320519779</id><published>2009-08-04T20:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:40:05.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Cents</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;11 Cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Social Studies, Chemistry and Physics SPA prelims. Was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too bad i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many more papers to go. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 Cents? Heh. Its a secret :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 more days to national day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On national day we turn 11 months :]&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;"When our two selves are reunited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;the skies at night will be ignited"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;you're some kind of wonderful :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-1365626845320519779?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/1365626845320519779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=1365626845320519779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/1365626845320519779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/1365626845320519779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/08/11-cents.html' title='11 Cents'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-5177126451616860259</id><published>2009-07-24T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T00:27:02.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Congratulations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love got in her DSA!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so very proud of you :]]]]]]]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll treat you dinner or lunch kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Muacks! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you all the way my love :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;i'll give you my fullest support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-5177126451616860259?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/5177126451616860259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=5177126451616860259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/5177126451616860259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/5177126451616860259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/07/congratulations.html' title='Congratulations!'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-8322126855946909345</id><published>2009-07-22T22:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T01:10:58.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingerstylin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Fingerstylin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mmMmqzTHDrk/SYdTKe1mwXI/AAAAAAAAAPw/BqTT6jtc2-Q/s320/Image.jpg" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mmMmqzTHDrk/SYdTKe1mwXI/AAAAAAAAAPw/BqTT6jtc2-Q/s320/Image.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Sungha Jung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever tried playing the guitar in 'fingerstyle'? I have been on it for the past few days. It isn't easy. But once you get the hang of it. It is amazing. I played 'Wake Me Up When September Ends' in the fingerstyle arrangement. The guitar, bass and vocals all put together. Its kinda like the making the guitar sing for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid in the picture is Sungha Jung. A guitar prodigy. Cheer's to him for inspiring me :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day before yesterday was Racial Harmony Day for us. Awesome day. Hehe. But tired :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took lots of pictures. Shall upload it when I got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed Love to send her DSA application to ACJC the day before. The place looked okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was our 'O' Level Mothertongue Listening Compre. Was okay. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love went for the Drama DSA audition at CJC which was at 10. She said it went awesome. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later at around 2 they called her. Telling her to go for another interview tomorrow. Wow. That is really fast. My Love you will definitely earn yourself a place in one of these JC's that you DSA'd in. Good luck :] And I will be so very proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School as usual tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Blackmail photo. ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/IMG_3341_0-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;aku cintakan kau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-8322126855946909345?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/8322126855946909345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=8322126855946909345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/8322126855946909345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/8322126855946909345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/07/fingerstylin.html' title='Fingerstylin&apos;'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mmMmqzTHDrk/SYdTKe1mwXI/AAAAAAAAAPw/BqTT6jtc2-Q/s72-c/Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-5714647664843366674</id><published>2009-07-13T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:48:23.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/flow_dual_right.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was okay. Really, really tired. Don't know why. One possible reason could be the lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday's are a real drag. Math goes on and on. Until after school damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday's lessons are short but there are remedials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday's are good actually. Because there are no remedials at all. But art goes on really long though. Meh. I guess there has to be a balance if not things will be all over the place. Somethings good and somethings bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;you've found me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-5714647664843366674?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/5714647664843366674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=5714647664843366674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/5714647664843366674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/5714647664843366674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/07/flow.html' title='Flow'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-4753606923147715017</id><published>2009-07-12T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:09:24.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/JonForeman-01-big.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;'cause when I look at the stars...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to school tomorrow. Remedials are resuming. Longer school hours. Tired. Tired.&lt;br /&gt;But it is all for the better :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study hard guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make me immortal with your kiss of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-4753606923147715017?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/4753606923147715017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=4753606923147715017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/4753606923147715017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/4753606923147715017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/07/stars.html' title='Stars'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-8024743669032976229</id><published>2009-07-09T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:00:20.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You're Beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy 10 Months Anniversary My Love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're beautiful, in every single way there is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing can describe, the way I feel for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your love is warm and precious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your heart so pure and true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;With all my heart and soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll never break your spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll always keep you whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out for class today. Met Love first. In a new guitar class now. Previous one dissolved. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resigned from TCC! WHOO HOOO! I'm free! Returned the bloody uniform to them. Collect my pay and to hell with that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner with Love. Then headed to Bugis. Went to Bras Basah. Love wanted to photocopy certificates. Love is the best at what she does. All those certificates she has earned. I am very proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started to rain outside. Heavy downpour. We ran for it though. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent Love back, then myself. Family is having a BBQ at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home. Tired. Lots of people at home. Minded my own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;visions of forever on the horizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-8024743669032976229?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/8024743669032976229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=8024743669032976229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/8024743669032976229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/8024743669032976229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/07/your-beautiful.html' title='Your Beautiful'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-6183184228089278289</id><published>2009-07-05T23:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:39:04.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends &amp; Co.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Friends &amp;amp; Co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends &amp;amp; Co was really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the experience and it has been a pleasure to work with everyone. From St'hildas, Woodlands Sec and NUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Thursday. Heh. Thursday and Friday was really tiring. School in the morning. Rehearsals at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was the first show. Nerves were all over the place. But we did good. Few mishaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was perfect! No mistakes whatsoever. So proud of ourselves. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was funny. Went out with Love. Planned to go cycling at East Cost. I went out around 2:45. Love said it was gonna rain. Went I met her we decided to go Marine Parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolox. This is the funny part. We took a 40. I didn't know where it went so I depended on Love. After while, we found out that we missed the stop. We were supposed to stop near Marine Parade CC. But we overshot it. But alot. Lol. We found out that we were at Siglap. Lost in the middle of a Semi-D estate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came out at Bedok. Decided to go Changi. So we dropped at some bustop and took a 2. Made to Changi this time. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Changi Pier. Awesome place that is. Walked and talked and walked and talked. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started to drizzle. So we decided to head back. We had a great dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailan, oyster omeletes, cockles(ate a few), bbq stingray and rice. Whooo hoooo. Boy were we full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a bus home. Sent Love home. Then my turn. Freezing. It is the perfect time to sleep in this cold weather. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;YOUTH DAY TOMORROW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO SCHOOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be going out. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love has a new phone. A Nokia E75. I am JEALOUS! Hehe. Its cool and fun to use. hehe. Very smexy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;my heart beats in time with yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-6183184228089278289?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/6183184228089278289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=6183184228089278289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/6183184228089278289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/6183184228089278289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/07/friends-co.html' title='Friends &amp; Co.'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-8086125076458633162</id><published>2009-06-30T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:31:35.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guitarist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Guitarist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/Image002-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Locked up in my room; I shut the doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Guitar on my lap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pick in my right hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Frets held down hard with my left; I'm ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Head filled up with thoughts; I try to clear it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't think straight; its a massive jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My brain, trying to send messages to my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Telling them to move, but they feel crammed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I try to play a song, but I fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't keep my head up, I just can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I put my instrument down, I can't continue and I know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I stare into my filthy pillow, I'm sorry I failed you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Whatever I try, I just can't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I cannot focus; I'm gonna break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Because of the disappointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;That I have given you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I am the guitarist, but I cannot play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Not when I'm like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I put my axe down, I bury my face in my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Not when I'm like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; - Naz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; -300609&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-8086125076458633162?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/8086125076458633162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=8086125076458633162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/8086125076458633162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/8086125076458633162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/06/guitarist.html' title='The Guitarist'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-2241165091302781130</id><published>2009-06-28T11:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T12:08:37.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acoustically Awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Acoustically Awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/Img1457-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about a 2 piece acoustic set band? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was awesome! Hehe. Went out early to meet Love. She had to Emcee for Yamaha. How freaking awesome is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Plaza Sing with her. Then watched her emcee. The people playing for the show we're really good. Vocalists, pianists, bassists, violinists and people who played on electones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3 I went for class. After that I waited for Love to finish class. Then we decided to go Jamming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can sing really well. She is absolutely wonderful at it. I just love the way she sings. I played the guitar. So I think we should make a 2 piece acoustic band! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;you are sugarpied, diabetically honeybunnily sweet :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-2241165091302781130?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/2241165091302781130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=2241165091302781130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/2241165091302781130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/2241165091302781130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/06/acoustically-awesome.html' title='Acoustically Awesome'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-7112116051198079034</id><published>2009-06-18T02:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T02:36:22.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok Go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer is Ok Go! Hehe. Its working well, smooth and fast. No hiccups or shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept over and grandmums yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally decided to update my tumblr. Hehe. I think its loads easier to use. Pictures, audio files, videos and more. I really like the 'quote' type of post. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeeepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;if i could marry you now, i would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-7112116051198079034?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/7112116051198079034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=7112116051198079034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/7112116051198079034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/7112116051198079034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok-go.html' title='Ok Go!'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-2831649306652405630</id><published>2009-06-15T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:09:33.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reboot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Reboot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebooting my computer in a minute's time. Its lagging problems are a real pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama was fun today. Met Elnie and the others at Tanjong Pagar Mrt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part was our SYF play, transformed into a Comedy. It was Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent Love to meet her family at Bugis then I made my way home after that. Hehe. Muacks! I love you sayang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still sick. Down with the flu and cough. Lotsa lotsa phlegm to give around. Hehe. Kiddin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my cousin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muhammad Danial!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 years old&lt;br /&gt;Has a Iphone&lt;br /&gt;Im'ma keeeel him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes dood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I love you no matter what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-2831649306652405630?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/2831649306652405630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=2831649306652405630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/2831649306652405630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/2831649306652405630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/06/reboot.html' title='Reboot'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-1993183939025704217</id><published>2009-06-15T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:15:08.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberries</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Strawberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't mind the title. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY 9 MONTHS ANNIVERSARY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you soo much sayang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have time to blog previously. Too busy. School and going out alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm really tan. Sentosa first with Love. Then second with classmates. Got hurt. Some bitch-faced freak stepped on my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skin is peeling from the tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping on Friday. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept for a day at Conrad on Saturday. Awesome Hotel. Awesome food! Had breakfast there and left early before the checkout. Met Love and the others. We headed for Chinese Garden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No we are not going to Chinese Garden. What the hell for. Hahas. We went to the swimming complex there. Awesome place! Slides, Wave Pool's and the Lazy River. We all had loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up have headaches and fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today woke up early. I think. Then fell asleep again. Had a heavy head. Woke up again later. Much later hahas. Left the house at around 3 plus. Went for High Tea at Conrad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a Kiba Flip Tea. Funny name. To summarise its description, it tastes like Banana and Cherry. When you add sugar in it, it really brings out the flavour. Had a few sandwhiches and pastries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Conrad at around 5:30 ++ to go shopping again. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met dad. Then had dinner at Conrad. AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was really great! I tried eating fresh oysters. Hehe. Love told me how delicious it is. So I thought i'd have it. Hehe. So I had 2. With tabasco sauce and lemon squeezed on top of it. Hahahas. Mmmmmmm. I don't hate it, neither do I love it. But if I had a choice, I would choose not too. What's it taste like? I don't know really. You gotta try it yourself. Well it tastes like oysters. But I still prefer the fried ones! Those you get in the friend oyster omeletes! Hehehe. YUM YUM. Had many other stuff. Prawns, spaghetti. Lots of salmon in different styles. Raw, smoked and fried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm have drama tomorrow. Hehe. Wondering why i'm sleeping late have you? I'm accompanying my dad while he's watching a Korean tv-series. Don't ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;lets fast forward in time, so that tomorrow will be the day that we would walk down that aisle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-1993183939025704217?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/1993183939025704217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=1993183939025704217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/1993183939025704217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/1993183939025704217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/06/strawberries.html' title='Strawberries'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-8126859680991506019</id><published>2009-06-06T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T12:26:16.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sit Back &amp; Relax</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sit Back &amp;amp; Relax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/IMG_0718.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Honda CBR 1000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went to Sentosa. Went to Palawan beach. Hot hot HOT! Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was awesome. Had loads of fun. Swam and slacked. Met at Habourfront at around 9:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Sentosa we followed Ben to get his Donna Summers DVD. Hehe. After that we wanted to have dinenr at '89.7'. I must tell you the food there was awesome! Hehe. Shortly after that we decided to go for durian at Geylang. Ahhh yes. This is the life. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I has burns! Despite all the sunblock and sun-tan lotion i put on my body I still sorta have major burns on my back and shoulders. Oooh they hurt. Trust me. But I got a nice tan. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Love had Comparing at Yamaha. I went to guitar class. Class was empty today. So me and my teacher stood at the parapet watching the little concert across the level. Love was emcee. Hehe. Saw her and smiled. Me and my teacher had a little talk. Talk about music as a career. Not easy. But cool. After class met Love. We went to eat. We were both extremely hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the train with Love. Love wanted to pick mama up from the airport. I had to go for my cousins wedding. Waited with Love at Tanah Merah MRT Station till her train came. Then I made my way to Tampines for the wedding. When I arrived there, the sight of that bike in the picture above caught my eye. Bloody hell it was sweeeeeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a Honda CBR 1000. Awesome bike. My Uncle's. Was getting late and he(my uncle) and his family decided to make a move first. My uncle fired up the bike. As he was putting on his helmet I signalled him. Wondering if I could sit on his bike. He said go ahead. And I went straight to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled my leg over the other side of the bike. Oooh. I could feel it purr below me. I put my hands on the handle bars. I twisted the throttle a little bit. 'Voooom'. The sound it made was amazing! I twisted it a little bit more this time(a little too much I think). It screamed! Heads turned looking for the source. I don't know how to explain how it sounds like. You gotta hear it yourselves! Hehehe. The purr of the bike is just amazing. After having a little more fun I got off the bike. My uncle winked at me. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they went off first. Eyes on that sweet ride. After awhile it was our turn to head home. Me, mom dad and grandmum made our move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am. Home sweet home. Tired. Going there again tomorrow. Wanna see the bike again. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;the perfect holiday would be to be in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-8126859680991506019?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/8126859680991506019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=8126859680991506019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/8126859680991506019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/8126859680991506019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/06/sit-back-relax.html' title='Sit Back &amp; Relax'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-4145060215925220867</id><published>2009-06-03T03:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T03:51:27.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My Everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June holidays have started. Not really holidays though. Study, study and more study. Thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outings planned, weddings planned. Academic classes planned. Drama planned. Well no holidays for me then. I think the only holiday is when im asleep. Wandering in lala-land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeeepy. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;you are my everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-4145060215925220867?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/4145060215925220867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=4145060215925220867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/4145060215925220867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/4145060215925220867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-everything.html' title='My Everything'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-7645989605726660899</id><published>2009-05-21T21:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:44:40.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Know Your Enemy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Do You Know Your Enemy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid-Years are bad. June holidays are study days. Ain't no holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new green day album is awesome. You have got to admit that. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From tomorrow onwards we have got mother-tounge intensive programs as our first O level paper is coming at a close. We all best be ready for it when its time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer auditions were great. I think our class has done really well. So I congratulate you guys for having achieved so much in just two days. But guys, look at it my way. I think the judges are making excuses to not let us join. Well good luck trying judges! You won't bloody succeed :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i want to hold your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-7645989605726660899?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/7645989605726660899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=7645989605726660899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/7645989605726660899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/7645989605726660899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-you-know-your-enemy.html' title='Do You Know Your Enemy?'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-8074168010489204557</id><published>2009-05-14T19:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:57:53.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;So Alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Mid-Year papers have been okay so far. I'm waiting very much for it to end. Just to be free from books and homework for a split second. But there isn't much time. Our time is running out. So I must not falter. I must focus on my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math is tomorrow. Chemistry and Physics paper 1 is on monday. Art is on monday too. Art is coming along good. I actually like my drawings and layouts. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then exams things are going awesome for me. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta sleep early. SCHOOL TOMORROW! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;absolut love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-8074168010489204557?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/8074168010489204557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=8074168010489204557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/8074168010489204557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/8074168010489204557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-alive.html' title='So Alive'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-2572470056418055735</id><published>2009-05-10T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:07:59.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day to all mothers out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to aunt's house today. Had barbeque chicken. YUM! And cakes too. After all that we had a little rest. Then decided to go for a swim. It has been awhile since I was in a pool. I grew tired so fast. Next to that my body started to itch. May be because of the chlorine. I went up early while parents, uncles and cousins were still downstairs. Took a bath to stop the itch. Ate more chicken. Hehe. Cake too. Then after everyone went up and wash up we were all tired. Mum and Dad decided to go home as they were tired too. So we did. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was awesome. Hehe. Went out with Love. We wanted to look for presents to give to our parents. While doing that we looked for presents to give each other. Love asked wether i wanted a watch or a barbell. Well guess what I picked Hehe. Love got me the most awesomest barbell ever! Hehe. And I got her a ring :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Bugis first. Surveyed Bugis Junction for mother's day presents. Then looked for a barbell that looks good. At Bugis street a barbell which had a 'Doorknocker' pattern caught my eye. Hehe. Love was contemplating but said it was cool. We decided to get it at town. Hehe. After that went to the new mall around the area. Nothing much. Yet, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at Magic Wok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to town. Far East Plaza. Surveyed again. Didn't have the barbell I wanted. Mmm. Neither did we find a nice present for our mums. So we decided to head back to Bugis to get both things. But before going back to bugis, we went to cineleasure. Wondering what to get for Love I decided to get her a beautiful ring. I was like 'Stop freaking out!' lol. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then headed to bugis. Got presents for mothers. Then went to Bugis street. We found out something. Hehe. I'm not gonna tell you. Its something funny, cute and crazy. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love bought me a barbell! Hehehe. I love it! And I am really happy that you love your ring too. Hehe. Muacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you soooo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;your love is warm and precious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-2572470056418055735?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/2572470056418055735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=2572470056418055735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/2572470056418055735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/2572470056418055735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-2844191374153342261</id><published>2009-05-09T12:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T12:33:55.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Will Conquer All</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Love Will Conquer All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/Landscapes_09_by_Alexkcl-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy 8 Months Anniversary My Love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes today is our special day. Going out in awhile. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing that people say will hinder my Love for you. I love you like I did 8 months ago but only now I love you more and more each day.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 8 Months Anniversary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;people might call this madness, but i call it love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-2844191374153342261?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/2844191374153342261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=2844191374153342261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/2844191374153342261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/2844191374153342261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-will-conquer-all.html' title='Love Will Conquer All'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-1786346403684326742</id><published>2009-05-08T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:19:50.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/When_a_Rose_Fall_in_Love_by_jozefm2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math today. Sucked. Don't wanna talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taught Love how to play the guitar today. Oh she is just briliantly awesome. Fast learner. Hehe. Played Smoke On The Water with whammy effects at the back. Played Unholy Confessions too. Hehe. Rock on my Love :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal is to teach you to play the full song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow marks our 8 Months Anniversary!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning in early. Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;from the moment i looked into your eyes, i knew my life was about to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-1786346403684326742?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/1786346403684326742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=1786346403684326742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/1786346403684326742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/1786346403684326742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/05/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-7790451414514101474</id><published>2009-05-06T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:17:45.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;From The Moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/n541518636_712193_7133a.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid-Years are okay so far. English and Malay were fine. Social Studies was ok-go just now. Physics tomorrow and E-Math on friday. Lalalalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is a Special day. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is Mothers Day.&lt;br /&gt;What other days are there. Oh yes. The normal but special day. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;from the moment i looked into your eyes, i knew you were the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-7790451414514101474?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/7790451414514101474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=7790451414514101474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/7790451414514101474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/7790451414514101474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/05/from-moment.html' title='From The Moment'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-6577267239578557873</id><published>2009-05-03T12:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T12:56:41.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Your Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/Img1457fbc.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posting now. Don't think i'll be on later at night.&lt;br /&gt;English Paper is tomorrow! Best be ready for it. Don't wanna keep asking for the letter format last minute do ya. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Am tired. Worked yesterday. Till closing time.&lt;br /&gt;Going to Aunt's house today. Visiting the new kid. And I really wanna know his full name.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;your smile brightens up my whole life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-6577267239578557873?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/6577267239578557873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=6577267239578557873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/6577267239578557873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/6577267239578557873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/05/your-smile.html' title='Your Smile'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-1514297051269356962</id><published>2009-05-01T17:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T18:13:51.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand Up And Shout!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Stand Up And Shout!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo hoo! New shout-box. Like freaking finally. Went out to far east flora. Then went to the kubur. We had lunch at Jurong Point. Jurong Point 2 actually. It was renovated and extended. And now its huge. Ceasar Salad, Black Pepper Seafood Pasta washed down with Frosted Chocolate Malt. Mmmm yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class tomorrow at Plaza Singapura. Hope I can go with Love. One day without Love and i'm missing her like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay. I shall study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-1514297051269356962?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/1514297051269356962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=1514297051269356962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/1514297051269356962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/1514297051269356962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/05/stand-up-and-shout.html' title='Stand Up And Shout!'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-5489932150445156290</id><published>2009-04-30T22:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:35:55.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Starlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labour Day tomorrow. No school. Hehe. Mid-Year's next week! Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Workplace is the shit. In a bad way. They haven't paid me and I ain't working for free. I hope I get it though.&lt;br /&gt;School has been okay. Nothing much. Had fun the other day going out with Isaac and Darren. Went crazy at E2-Max. Played 'Left 4 Dead' and it was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Enough play. Study now. Music helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Star light, star bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;First star, I see tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish I may, I wish I might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Listen to your voice, by day or by night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the best part of everything, is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-5489932150445156290?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/5489932150445156290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=5489932150445156290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/5489932150445156290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/5489932150445156290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/04/starlight.html' title='Starlight'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-5234822136550449335</id><published>2009-04-25T20:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:46:46.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fondling Of The Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Fondling Of The Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art in the early morning. But the best part is I went to school with Love.&lt;br /&gt;After art met Love at the interchange. Took the train to Dhoby Ghaut. Class was great. Played 'Message In A Bottle' by 'The Police'. Awesome song that is. Played 'Every Breath You Take' too. Sent Love home. Then myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pardon the way that I stare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; There's nothing else to compare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; The sight of you makes me weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; There are no words left to speak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I Love You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-5234822136550449335?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/5234822136550449335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=5234822136550449335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/5234822136550449335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/5234822136550449335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/04/fondling-of-soul.html' title='Fondling Of The Soul'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-7513856430537635603</id><published>2009-04-21T20:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:30:14.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A Wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa. It has been a real while since. Been really busy. I write in my book because I don't got time to come online yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;9th April 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy 7 Months Anniversary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I simply love you like crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I truly, madly, deeply do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't help myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you and nobody else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"today I caught myself smiling for no reason, then I realised I was thinking about you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;14th April 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the eve of our SYF.&lt;br /&gt;We are gonna be going to ACS.&lt;br /&gt;What I feel? Scared, happy, excited, ecstatic, cant wait for it!&lt;br /&gt;Felt scared and nervous mostly. I don't wanna screw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;15th April 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYF DAY! ARGHHH OMG OMG OMG OMG! FREAKING OUT&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;All I wrote in my book at that point of time was 'Lets do this, stressed, panicky, scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;In the later part of that day&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;WE DID IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did it! We did it! We did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun playing truth or dare in the studio. Was fun. Didn't even notice the time pass by. It was a real blast. But I felt the sadness in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sitting in a circle. This would probably be the last time I would be sitting in here. Six years and I don't wanna go. Lying down on the cool floor. Screaming, being retarded, rolling on the floor laughing, talking about crazy stuff. I am really gonna miss all this. Wednesdays and fridays now are gonna suck. I wish, we did not have to step down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a poem from me to you SHSS Drama Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Don't wanna go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Just wanna stay here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Nothing to look forward to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I feel like shedding a tear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Can anything pacify this need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Because I can't find any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I wanna make it through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;But I don't wanan do this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I'd rather be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Then to be in class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I'd rather stay here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Then to go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;So what if we leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Don't be sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Because you know that one fine day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;We will be back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;To be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;To laugh out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;And to roll on the floor laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;This feeling will always be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;It will never end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;So lets do this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;All over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; - Naz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; - 150409&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;20th April 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a really hot monday. Wished it rained. Worked the day before. From 12 to 5. TIRED! Met love after work. Hehe. We planned to go to East Cost. Took a bus there. Then walked. We ate at McDonald's first. Walked by the beach. We found a nice spot up ahead and decided to sit there. Talked about stuff you busybody's don't need to know. Was fun and nice. Air in the night is really cooling. Around 9 plus we decided to head home. Took a cab. Sent love home then. Then it was my turn to head home. Took a bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;21st April 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was okay. Tuesdays are the most relaxed days of the week. We have 3 periods of art. 3 periods of mother-tounge. 2 periods of assembly today. 2 periods of physics. Then finally a single period of english. Sounds like a lot but it isn't really. During assembly we had a talk from SAJC. Thats all. Yea? Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-7513856430537635603?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/7513856430537635603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=7513856430537635603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/7513856430537635603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/7513856430537635603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/04/wonder_21.html' title='A Wonder'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-6590356058624678439</id><published>2009-04-08T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:13:14.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Who You Were Born To Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Be Who You Were Born To Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama SYF is coming. Next week that is. On the 15th. Practice tomorrow. Tomorrow is a special day too! Hahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a awesome weekend. 'Work' was good :P Went to Changi beach too. It was Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall keep this post short and sweet. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow marks our 7th Month anniversary. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;A musician must make music, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;A painter must paint, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;A poet must write if he is to be ultimately at peace with himself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;What one can be, one must be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;-Abraham Maslow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Naz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-6590356058624678439?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/6590356058624678439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=6590356058624678439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/6590356058624678439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/6590356058624678439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/04/be-who-you-were-born-to-be.html' title='Be Who You Were Born To Be'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-666481849168448513</id><published>2009-03-28T21:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T22:19:37.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Only One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/IMG_8373-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;My Only One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Walking down the streets of orchard road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Wishing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Wanting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;To be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I paused in the crowds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Wondering where you would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Because if you were there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You'd be the only one i'll see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;As the days go by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I Love you much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;As the hours pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss you even more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You are the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;That can make me go crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You are the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;That blows my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I cannot live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Because without you I am weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You are my only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You are my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I should not feel this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Because you'll return and then i'll say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'Hi sayang, welcome back. I miss you so much. How was your day?' :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;br /&gt;- 210309&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-666481849168448513?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/666481849168448513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=666481849168448513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/666481849168448513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/666481849168448513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-only-one.html' title='My Only One'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-444792757735767669</id><published>2009-03-20T00:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T01:02:32.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry In Motion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/IMG_5219a1-2-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Poetry in Motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I am charcoal on paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;You are light in theatre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I take my pencil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;You take your camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;While writing my poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I watch you saying your lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;This is my inspiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;For total perfection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I sat back and relaxed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Amongst the finest of crowds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Watching you on stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Reading my poem out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I stood up and clapped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;'Total perfection' I heard a stranger said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Well I would call it poetry in motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;It was like Love at first sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Let Love flow let it flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;It is a perfect formula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Like a solution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;That can solve any dilemma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;So lets throw our sorrows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Throw them all into the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;And let this endless love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Continue its reign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;br /&gt;- 200309&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-444792757735767669?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/444792757735767669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=444792757735767669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/444792757735767669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/444792757735767669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/03/poetry-in-motion.html' title='Poetry In Motion'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-6917923870129771873</id><published>2009-03-19T21:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:38:45.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smashing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Smashing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/Image088-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March holidays have been okay. Fun, tiring, painful and the works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out the previous weekend. Had loads of fun with Love. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked by the beach with Love. Watched the sunset. It was and awesome day and night too. We saw the 'Moonrise'. Hehe. It was extremely amazing. Like the sun in the night. It was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Race To Witch Mountain. Good movie for me. Didn't expect it to be about aliens. Hahas. Guess&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; missed the UFO in the poster. Hahas. Well the two kids who turned out to be aliens had cool powers. Sarah has telekenisis. She could control things with her mind. Like 'The Force'. Hehe. Oh and she could also read peoples minds. Seth, Sarahs brother has the ability to rearrange his molecular density and can walk through solid objects. Walk through walls and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday went to the library to study with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;. Got some holiday homework done. The faster I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; finished it the better. More time to relax and get other stuff done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I had a Golf Competition at Laguna. Wasn't that good. Tiring. Lost 4 balls. 3 to the lake and 1 disappeared because I used at driver at a par 3 hole. So it disappeared didn't know where it went. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; know, they should ban me from playing golf. Ever again. Hahas. Because I play like craaaap. Hahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that rushed back to school with ben for drama camp. Was the first day of camp. Had lunch. Did voice exercises. Then after that ran back up to the studio. Had a little 'nap'. Then my legs felt like they were breaking apart. Like it was being torn of tissue after tissue. Hurt like hell. Sorry if I freaked any of you guys out kay. My bad. Did a few other activities. I had to sit at the side. I felt like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was second day of drama camp. But had mothertongue remedials at 9. We reported in school at 8. Had an hour of fun in drama. Played a few games. Then went for malay until 12. After malay had lunch with the Club. The activities today were more vigorous. I was looking forward to running up the stairs and across the corridors but my leg acted up. So I had to sit aside. Sucks. A few other people hurt themselves too. So we decided to call our little group of injured people the 'Pain Party'. Hahahas. They also decided that I was the chairman. Why? Because I screamed like a retard and I thinks it hurt the most. Hahas. After all that headed for home. Felt like dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY! Went to Anglo Chinese (Barker Road). That school is huge. Did tech run over there before the actual day. And god did I suck. Sorry guys. I'll do better. Went back to school at 12. We were getting ready for our show and St'Hildas Primary. We were doing our SYF play for our seniors and parents. It was at 5. Kay I shall skip all the yada yada. You guys did awesome today. Voices were great. Hahahas. At the studio. The whipping part was hilarious when in fast forward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tired!, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tired!&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tired!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be going out tomorrow. Doing a few errands. And need to do abit of shopping. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;without you i am weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-6917923870129771873?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/6917923870129771873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=6917923870129771873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/6917923870129771873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/6917923870129771873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/03/smashing.html' title='Smashing!'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-2581108128108007185</id><published>2009-03-08T00:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:54:12.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Imagine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had art class in the morning. Forgot we had to be in school by 10. Me, Ryan, Afiq and Annas arrived at 10:15. Bloody hell we got locked out. All the staircases were locked. After a little yada yada with the teacher, he sent Dayson down to open the shutter to the staircase. Art was good for me today. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; finalised my concept. Just need to come up with a uber smecksy design complete the master piece and then finish the prepatory work. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After art class headed to guitar class. Went to class with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;. Guitar was good today. Learned to play Fade To Black. Awesome song. Extremely long solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Love after class. Looked for a birthday card for her cousin. Went into the funny shop. Forgot whats it called. 'KUHL' I think. Love went to meet her mom. I headed for home. Tired. Not really sure why. Maybe because woke up early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents came home really late. Don't know where they went. So i'm at home alone. Did homework and my art. Laid around the house. Thinking of nothing else but only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; my love. Hehe. I miss you! Muacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working tomorrow. School on monday till wednesday. Parents, Teachers meeting on Thursday. Arghhh! Hahahas. Founders day on Friday. So proud of Love for doing well. Hehe. Congrats my Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March holidays are coming! Hehe. Golf Competition. Uber Awesome Drama Camp. And damn remedials. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is not measured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;By the number of breaths we take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;But by the number of moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;That take our breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;every moment with you, is every moment that I want to have forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-2581108128108007185?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/2581108128108007185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=2581108128108007185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/2581108128108007185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/2581108128108007185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/03/imagine.html' title='Imagine'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-1538882128874663635</id><published>2009-02-28T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:09:25.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I Miss You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to some boring seminar in the morning. Heh. Then went to class with Love. Was late. Hahas. My bad. Then headed for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were coming over so had to be home by dinner. Mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum cooked steak! Hahahas. Was awesome. With mushroom soup and the works. Was tired so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; had a little nap and the found myself here on my blog. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghh. Working tomorrow. TIRED! But I get paid. So yea gotta &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; work. Meeting Love after work. Hehe. Yaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang I miss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On This Rainy Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I stood at my balcony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking out into the far horizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thinking of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Wondering where you would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish you were here right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Standing next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;So I can hold you tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And never let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss you I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I need you I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to be with you right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nowhere else but anywhere with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;To kiss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;To hold your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;To hug you like we've been away from each other for ages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;So I can't wait to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Because like my poem says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;When our two selves are reunited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The skies at night will be ignited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-280209&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;- Naz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I am your sunshine on rainy days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-1538882128874663635?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/1538882128874663635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=1538882128874663635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/1538882128874663635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/1538882128874663635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-miss-you.html' title='I Miss You'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-4870430986133763171</id><published>2009-02-27T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:22:56.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Naz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sir Naz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That shall be the name on my class t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1103-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/IMG_1103-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our count for number of heads shaved in class is 20 boys and still counting. Hehe.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I tell you, soon all the boys will have their heads shaved. Persuading and daring. Then Mr K talked to us about shaving our heads. He said its not really about who has the balls to do it and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; agree to that. Each shaved head means a new start. So guys instead of daring the kids to do it why not we encourage them to join our camaraderie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really being all awkward about my shaved head because i've done it before. Though I do miss my hair and the mohawk that I very much &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;. Hehe. I still remember the reaction love gave when she saw me. Hahas. Cute la you. Now you love both botak and mohawk. Hehe. The mohawk will grow back in no time kay. Hehe. I'm your Botak Lover Boy. Muacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for a english course tomorrow. At Tampines Library. Starts at 10 and ends at 1. Oooh. I wonder how its gonna be like. Fun maybe? Heh maybe not. We'll see how it goes tomorrow Then going to class with Love. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang you brighten up my darkest mornings.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; You&lt;/span&gt; are my sunshine when it rains. When I see you smile I don't wanna take my eyes of you. Never ever :] I Love you like crazy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I am your knight in shining armor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-4870430986133763171?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/4870430986133763171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=4870430986133763171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/4870430986133763171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/4870430986133763171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/02/sir-naz.html' title='Sir Naz'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-4606311856457035188</id><published>2009-02-24T21:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:08:31.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOTAK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BOTAK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Snap015-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/Snap015-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;The boys of 5B 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;240209&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a fairly awesome day. School started out great. Lots of laughs and seriousness. Expecially during recess. Hehe. I'm not gonna say anything here. Hahahas. Its on a 'need to know' basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass few days dudes from the class were going crazy. 'Eh botak le', 'shave your head la'. I was like 'naaaaah'. But look what happened today. We all decided to go mad and go to the barber. I called Love. Asking her. If she would mind or allow me to cut my hair. Hahahas. She said it was up to me. And she didn't mind. Hehe. Picture above! Hahahahahas. Pak Cik earned alot for like less than half an hour. While having our hair shaved, we were missing Social Studies remedial. Hahahas. One by one we watched everyone's hair being shaved off. Whoo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I miss my hair. I miss my mohawk. Hehe. But it'll grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was late for drama today. Sorry guys! My bad. Drama was good today. Did characterisation and knocked ourselves around abit. Due to injuries I didn't really make it for golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that went home with Love. Mmmm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to school tomorrow. A few others shaved their heads too. Saw on facebook. Hahahs. Awesome guys. Now we gotta pull more people to do it. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;all my love's for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-4606311856457035188?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/4606311856457035188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=4606311856457035188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/4606311856457035188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/4606311856457035188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/02/botak.html' title='BOTAK!'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-5052666408146215456</id><published>2009-02-23T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:16:31.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take My Breath Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Take My Breath Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5299ablogpic-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/IMG_5299ablogpic-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things happened these pass few days. Some good, some bad. Well it can't be all that bad can it. The pressure is on me then. I know the exact dates and timings for my 'O' Level papers. Thats bad and good. Bad because I don't really look forward to them, good so that I can study hard and get pass them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been okay. We designed our class t-shirt just yesterday. I hope it turns out good. Well if I could choose what days I will go to school I will pick Wednesdays. Hahaha. Go figure. Hehe. But actually, I'd go to school everyday. Hehe. Go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends are awesome. Spend my time with Love on Saturdays. Studying. Doing my art. Reading that funny Off-Center book that Love has. Hahas. Hilarious I tell you. Love's class now starts at the same time as mine. Hehe. That is just perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get tired alot. Due to lack of sleep maybe. But maybe im just getting old. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;You take my breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-5052666408146215456?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/5052666408146215456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=5052666408146215456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/5052666408146215456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/5052666408146215456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/02/take-my-breath-away.html' title='Take My Breath Away'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-6234386470036297147</id><published>2009-02-09T00:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:31:22.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart Never Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My Heart Never Lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This special day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We have together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;On the 9th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Of every month of the year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;On the 9th of this month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5 will be the the count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A few more months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And we will be a year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Yes. This is our special day. Happy 5 Months Anniversary my Love.&lt;br /&gt;The universe is overflowing with love. Love from me to you. It is pouring out endlessly for you. It is all yours and no one elses.&lt;br /&gt;You are truly special to me.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in what my heart tells me.&lt;br /&gt;Because it never lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 5 Months Anniversary Darlin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;This is our fairytale. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-6234386470036297147?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/6234386470036297147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=6234386470036297147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/6234386470036297147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/6234386470036297147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-heart-never-lies.html' title='My Heart Never Lies'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-7928743648510122962</id><published>2009-02-07T00:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T01:12:40.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross-Country</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cross-Country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratz everyone who won the Badges/Prizes/Trophies. Good job to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross-Country was okay. Jogged alot. Didn't really stop. Unlike last year. Heh. Though we marched for abit just now.&lt;br /&gt;Got up early. Went to Bedok Resevoir with Love. Hehe. We were on schedule:]&lt;br /&gt;Oh and great job darling. Silver sey! Hehe&lt;br /&gt;Am tired. Sleepy, drowsy. Damn chest hurts like hell. Caused by gastric. And also a kicking of a bad habit. Though it hurts its for the better. Least we got quite a weekend to rest for. If Cross-Country were on a Monday god knows how many people will be absent from school. Hahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the run we went back to Tamp. Some went to eat. Some went bowling(gosh you guys still got the energy). Didn't really do much. Too tired to. Waited for Love to finish her CCA. Met Mus under his block. Hell that boy looks like his dad now. All buffed up. Still as crazy as ever. Bro don't forget your moustache. Hahahas. Then had dinner. And headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have a good rest tonight. See you guys on Monday. Gosh monday sucks. OH! No no! Monday won't suck for me!!!! Hehehehehehehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-7928743648510122962?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/7928743648510122962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=7928743648510122962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/7928743648510122962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/7928743648510122962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/02/cross-country.html' title='Cross-Country'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-4105442501691345605</id><published>2009-02-02T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:00:57.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Path</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My Path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is okay so far. Well abit of the stress is on. I can feel it already. I can feel the pressure. Had a chat with my teacher. Talked about my career path. Had a few things I wanted to do. But I really gotta narrow it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know where i'm going. I know what I want :P and what i'm gonna do. So i gotta work hard for it. Quitting a few habits. Heh. Love is helping me. Hehe. Its all for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not much to blog about. We go home late everyday. Remedials and enrichment classes and CCA's and such. Tiring really. But you can't run from it can you. Its make it or break it really. And this is our last year in school too. So lets make the best of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross Country is this friday. Mmm. Lets walk! hehe. We shall run the first few hundred metres or so then we shall march!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And I miss you like crazy. Hehe. Muacks! I love you sayang! And only you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;When our two selves are reunited, the skies at night will be ignited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;If this is the last song&lt;br /&gt;I'll ever sing&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm giving it everything&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving it all  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-4105442501691345605?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/4105442501691345605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=4105442501691345605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/4105442501691345605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/4105442501691345605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-path.html' title='My Path'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-7220249590172070008</id><published>2009-01-27T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:53:29.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Back To School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. Its back to school tomorrow. After a short break for Chinese New Year. My weekend was smashing. Truly delightful. Heh. Went out with Love. Hehe. We went to catch Inkheart. It was an exciting movie. Imagine. You reading a book. When the words of that book are read, things that happen or the characters just appear out of nowhere. The characters come alive. Like fairytales and such. Rapunzel came out. Heh. A dog named Ton-ton(i think) came out from the  Wizard of Oz. Overall a great movie for me. Love liked it too. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm living my fairytale. Only thing is that its in reality. This is our fairytale my Love. We are living it. My love for you grows each day. And it will never stop growing. Ever. Hehe. Muacks. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-7220249590172070008?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/7220249590172070008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=7220249590172070008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/7220249590172070008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/7220249590172070008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-school.html' title='Back To School'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-6199158326108965649</id><published>2009-01-23T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:47:06.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocked!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Rocked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year! Gong Xi Fa Cai to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an awesome day. Hehe. We rocked I guess. I'll skip all the yada yada and get straight to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got 3rd for the Hildan Superband Competition. Best is we had fun. Thank you guys for supporting us. It was overwhelming when I saw my whole class stand up clapping and cheering us on. You guys rock more than we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To the band I played in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac - Good job bro. yea the pic JianYe took looked like you were making love with the bass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shamel - Dood your solo was good to me. So what other people think. You rocked man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerome - Your friggin duck-walker. Hahahahas. Was fun to play with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danker - You played good. Didn't mess up the beats. hahas. lucky didnt happen like in music room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PA crew - Good job guys. Thanks for making us make good sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my class 5B - Thank you guys for supporting us! You guys are awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love - You are awesome! Thank you for the support and motivation. Especially on one of that rehearsal days. Ooooh i almost died on that day. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall my day was okay. After the concert went for lunch. Then went for drama until about 4:30. Tired. Hehe. Then went home!&lt;br /&gt;Till my next post people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-6199158326108965649?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/6199158326108965649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=6199158326108965649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/6199158326108965649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/6199158326108965649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/01/rocked.html' title='Rocked!'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-9098711853534931438</id><published>2009-01-21T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:40:45.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets Rock!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lets Rock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired, tired, tired. The stress is on me. I can't doubt it. Things that are helping me are music, guitar and my Love. Went on a study date with Love the other Sunday. Was good. Sayang we should go again. Hehe. Went out with Love for the past few Saturdays. Hahahas. Talk about stuff. About us mostly. How we started and all that. Hehe. I'm not gonna tell any of you readers what it was about. Are you mad? Yea you gotta be if you think I was gonna put it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been giving tons homework. Am doing it. I will not let myself slack this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are gonna have a bit of fun. Before we go into the seriousness of Secondary 5. My class band got through the Chinese New Year Hildan Superband Auditions. Whoo Hoo! Good Job guys. We played good I guess. We just need to tweak a few more things. Song we are playing is 'Mungkin Nanti' by an Indonesian band called PeterPan. Its a nice song. Sad song actually. So I sorta gotta sing it with emotions and all that. So we can pull of a win in this competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We done about 2 rehearsals including the auditions. Tomorrow will be the 3rd one. Friday will be the actual performance. I'm looking forward to it. Its 2 days away. But I already feel my heart pumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love has been supporting me lots. Motivating me. Trying to calm me down when something happens. Motivating me in doing my work. We are gonna study hard together for the 'O' Levels. Calming me down when I was spacing on Wednesday. I felt a mix of emotions during the Wednesday rehearsals. We were waiting for our turn to play. Then Love signaled to me. I didn't understand what she was saying. Then I realised. And I zoned out. Another group was playing the same song as we are. I was shocked. I didn't know what to do or feel. Angry? Happy? I felt like I was breaking down. Wanted to cry I think. Then Love came up to me. Telling me to relax. Saying 'that group is just singing the same song', 'you can do better its a guys song', 'you can do this'. This is the first time someone actually said all this to me. It felt overwhelming. She kept telling me to breathe. Hahas. Yea I guessed I was choking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those little things you did for me. Like the 'Break A Leg' bag. Hehe. I Love it. It means so much to me. I cannot put into words how I felt when you gave it to me. I Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love has been sick the past few days. Pains and worries me to see her like that. Get well soon my love. Don't forget to take your medicines. I don't wanna see you sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama was good today. Met the new kids. Secondary 1 kids. They are okay I guess. Just abit umm, quiet. Well your Dramafied!(Mr Yoh says not fully. Yet) Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much sayang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;this is our fairytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;come what may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;come what may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I will love you till my dying day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-9098711853534931438?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/9098711853534931438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=9098711853534931438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/9098711853534931438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/9098711853534931438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-rock.html' title='Lets Rock!'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-7611359767812563609</id><published>2009-01-09T19:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T20:35:09.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Special Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Our Special Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy 4 months anniversary my Love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;You mean the world to me. I am Truly, Madly, Deeply in Love with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was also Secondary One CCA recruitment day. We got 12 people. Good job guys. I had hell loads of fun. Hahahas. 'We are, we are Drama! Oi! Drama! Oi!'. The chants and riot shoutings and things were great. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the happenings we headed for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked Love home. Sayang, I Love the poem that you wrote for me. You are soooo sweet. I don't know what to say. Deep inside my heart recites the same exact words. You are the one for me. I Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 4 Months Anniversary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-7611359767812563609?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/7611359767812563609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=7611359767812563609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/7611359767812563609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/7611359767812563609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-special-day.html' title='Our Special Day'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-3812009794365470485</id><published>2009-01-07T20:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:11:43.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Buzy Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes. A really busy year. First because its my 'O' Level year. To un-stress myself theres my CCA and my hobbies and ofcourse my Love. Hehe. I Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at school we decided to join the Hildan Superband competition. We will be playing for the Chinese New Year Concert if we make it through the auditions. So yea we have to make it through. We also should be joining any event that we can play in this year. Why not. Its our last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that is gonna suck for the Superband challenge is that we have to play a Mother Tongue song. Mmhmm. We are playing a malay song. 'Mungkin Nanti' by Peter Pan if nothing comes up. This time we are taking up a challenge. Hahas. You'll see at the auditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been okay so far. Stress is just around the corner. Getting our art 'O' Level paper next monday. Ugh. Malay is umm. How do I say. Mmmm sorry to sec 4 express peeps kay. Really am! Teachers are fine. Looking forward to Chemistry. Mr Bakar is our teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is CCA Recruitment day. I'm looking forward to it. I wanna see what kind of Kids we get for the club. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JOIN DRAMA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friday is also our special day. Hehe. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I Love You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till my next post then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-3812009794365470485?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/3812009794365470485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=3812009794365470485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/3812009794365470485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/3812009794365470485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/01/busy-year.html' title='Busy Year'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-4023655892900326481</id><published>2009-01-04T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T02:17:53.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day was okay. 'O' Level year mind you. Its fun now. Till Tuesday that is when lesson starts. Had crappy talks with the level co-ordinator. Called my name for no reason. I wasn't even talking for goodness sakes. Saw Love a few times in school. Hehe. Actually....nevermind. Hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell sick. Theres this pain in my chest I don't really know why its there. Meh. It'll be gone in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun. After guitar class met Love. Then went to Tekka to get spices for my mum. She wanted to get bamboo shoots(or chutes? lol). Then had dinner there. Love wanted to get Tulang and Mutabak for her Sis. While waiting she gave me a letter. Says 'Get Well Soon!' At ther front. At the back it was a super sweet message. I love you! hehehe. Wooooooooooooooo!(Long Wooo for you, ain't for duffy). I'm blessed with a Superwoman that loves and cares for me. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I Love You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love was so cute playing the psp. Hehe. I'll put in other games for you yea? Muacks! Met a few people we knew. Then wanted to head home. I wasn't really feeling good. Chest hurts abit yea. Bus ride home was UGH! No Comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love waited with me at the bus stop. Waited together for my bus ride home. I'll see you on monday my love. Muacks! I Love You Lots!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Naz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-4023655892900326481?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/4023655892900326481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=4023655892900326481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/4023655892900326481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/4023655892900326481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/01/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-7900902108684571970</id><published>2009-01-01T14:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:45:19.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone! 2009 here we are. For new year's eve yesterday, I went for a barbeque chalet at east cost. I had lots of fun. Playing the guitar, eating the food playing other games too like Uno Stacko. Ugh! Hahahas. The best part of it all is that I got spend the day with Love. I got to know alot of her sister's friends too. You guys are fun to be around with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time check it was about eleven plus. Love wanted to learn how to play the guitar. And there were 2 guitars at the chalet. Perfect! I taught Love the basics and a few simple chords. I've never really taught anyone how to play the guitar. It was so much fun for me hehe. I think it was for you too :] You got your first few Chords yesterday. You'll get more in due time. Relax your fingers hehe :P Master a few more chords and have a good strumming rhythm and you can strum to almost any song you want darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nearly midnight. We all got up and stood outside. Then we all screamed 'HAPPY NEW YEAR!' went it hit midnight. Hahahahas. Took a few pictures with everyone. Hugged Love and wished her a happy new year. It was the time of my life to get to spend the new year with you my Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! School starts tomorrow. Its my final year. I plan to make it a good one. Lets graduate in style shall we. Hehe. See you lot in school then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-7900902108684571970?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/7900902108684571970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=7900902108684571970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/7900902108684571970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/7900902108684571970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-5764824538832539234</id><published>2008-12-28T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:48:23.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Naz meets Naz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When Naz meets Naz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=naz-camwhore2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/naz-camwhore2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an awesome day. Went to Nazrul's house in the evening. I met Mus first. Super early. Like what 1pm where we planned to meet at 6 with the others. Mus and I went around Tampines doing what-not. Hahahas. Played pool at Safra. I'll skip all that yada yada. Then me and Mus walked to Naz's block. While waiting for others to arrive we met Yong Lin, Nadia N and Zul under the block. They just arrived by bus. Talked abit. Then I called Naz. He told us to go up in 5 minutes time. He must be cleaning the house up I guess. Hehe. Naz was the same old Naz we knew since I was Sec 1. Hahas. Only this time he looked relaxed wearing shorts and a shirt instead of the usual Teacher looking guy. Hahas. His wife was home too. Hahas. Introduced by Naz. Went round saying names. When it came to me he was like 'This is Naz, you remember him right'. His wife said 'Yes ofcourse'. I was like waaaat. Hahahas. We ate first. Yummy Spaghetti and Mac n' Cheese. Good food bro. Heh. Talked alot of crap. Hah! We was crazy over at his place. Sorry Naz :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Aloy, Keith, Nadia, Rara, Charmaine and Zaf arrived. So about what 11 people there. Loads of people. We finished eating. Then went into Naz's study. We called it the 'lepak' Room. Or whatever thing you guys did. Im not gonna write it here. Hahahahas. Played cards, with forfeits of you lose. Hahas! Yong Lin made a drink with I don't know wtf. All I know what was inside was HL chocolate milk, olive oil and EGG! omfg! Idiot want us to die. I didn't lose neither did Yong. Nadia N lost twice hahas! Mus lost once. Zul lost once. Good job guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After more yada yada. Hahas. More of like shouting at the top of our voices like retards, laughing our stomachs out, hitting the ground and falling on the floor while doing it. Hahas. And omigosh at you Nazrul. Now that your not a teacher anymore your jokes are abit more, ummm 'ehem' should I say. Hahas. But thats cool hahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time check, was 10:30. All wanted to go home. So yeap. Went home after that. Exhausted. Hahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Naz for having us. I apologise for making a din at your place. Hahahas. We didn't trash it did we? Hehe. And thanks for lettings us look at your room. Muahaha. Got the chance in the end. Where got messy? The not so short 10 seconds was enough to look at every corner of your room. Hehe. Lets do this again. Hahahas. See you soon aight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a haircut day before yesterday. I think its abit short at the back. But others think its nice. Hmm. Maybe I won't cut it further then. Hehe. School resumes on like 4 days omigosh. Hahahas. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Naz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-5764824538832539234?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/5764824538832539234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=5764824538832539234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/5764824538832539234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/5764824538832539234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-naz-meets-naz.html' title='When Naz meets Naz'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-2982513507214699635</id><published>2008-12-24T14:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T15:33:31.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's go out again shall we</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's go out again shall we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had a Drama Club outing. We went to Palawan beach at Sentosa. It was awesome. About 15 people went. We had loads of fun. Played Voleyball(I suck :P), then played Twister too. It was good. I was one of the last 2 to stay on the Twister Mat. Keith! Hahas, gave me funny positions to go into. Finally I gave up, both my hands and legs were stretched to opposite sides. Hahas. We swam in the ocean. Played around, throwing the ball. Swam out into sea, not too far out though. The sea bed was icky. Slimy and stuff. Full of seaweed below. We all stepped on stuff down there and screamed because it felt disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in the ocean for a long while. Played with the sand too. Hahas. We piggy-backed one another. Hahas. We were tired so we just soaked ourselves in the sea. Watched the beautiful sunset. It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all went to wash up. Girls took ages :P Hahahas. Just kidding. Then the boys had a little talk while waiting for the girls. We went for dinner at Vivo, ate at The Chicken Rice Shop. Damn that shop is overpriced. Nadia Noordin and Zaf joined us for dinner. After eating I went to Candy Empire with Keith, Adam and Steven. We got a few goodies for ourselves. Then we all headed for home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outing was awesome guys. Lets go again! Hehe. Till my next post then :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The sunset was more beautiful then it usually was because you were there to watch it with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-2982513507214699635?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/2982513507214699635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=2982513507214699635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/2982513507214699635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/2982513507214699635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-go-out-again-shall-we.html' title='Let&apos;s go out again shall we'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-7817842091512687754</id><published>2008-12-19T12:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T13:12:33.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aww man, i gotta wear my school uniform for another year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aww man, i gotta wear my school uniform for another year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats right. Another year. Why? Because I freaking made it! I got promoted to Secondary 5. I think I already am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was tons of suspense yesterday at school. I got pulled aside due to my long hair. So? Just had to wait a little while longer. A few of my other friends got pulled aside for the dumbest reasons omfg. Ryan, one of my friends was pulled aside because he wasn't wearing school socks. Oh c'mon man school socks? Really? Then when the friggen teacher got to James, he was like 'eh what happened to your sideburn'. At the side I was like 'wtf man how stupid can you get, grow long lah! then what? extensions arh'. Moving on. We got thrown to the D&amp;amp;T block. Dead boring there. Saw a few familiar faces. We got a few laughs. Teachers were overwhelmed by our excessively rowdy behavior. Hahahas. Blame them for pulling us aside. I think it would have went smoothly if we were allowed into the hall. I shall skip all the crap other people did and stuff. So, myself, Ryan and Jian Ye were the last to get our results. I got cranky and started cursing. I was restless. The teacher who was really nice(sorry I fergot your name dude, i think your one of the IT teachers. No not Mr Kennedy)kept saying 'relax relax, wait patiently your teachers are bringing them'. We kept pushing other teachers to let us go down. In the end we didnt want to. Scared really. There was like a double paddle in my heart. It went like gunshots i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally....'Kay you kiddies can come down now'. Lol we ran down. Hahahas. Jian Ye got his first. Good job to you bro. Jian got promoted. He has options for Higher Nitec and Nitec courses too. Good job. I got mine. I saw the word 'Promoted'. My felt my eyes widened and lots of relief. And I was overjoyed. Heh. I started jumping. One of the teachers were like 'wah so happy arh promoted, you want to come back but the school want you or not?' Hahas. Basket. Then Ryan got his. He got promoted too. Whooo hoooo awesome awesome. We ran to the general office. I mean like we had till Monday to decide where we wanted to go. I was like why waste time. We want to go to secondary 5 and we have our chance. How about lets make it now! :] So yea we gave our forms to be admitted to Sec 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Love. I told her I was to be promoted to Sec 5. She started screaming hahahas. I am like uber happy to make it to sec 5. 2 reasons. I shant say it. Hehe. My family was happy for me too. Awesome amounts of relief and happiness flowed through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I gotta go look for awesome looking school shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about how I got my results for a few times. How the teacher walked to us. With the results in their arms. The results are like letters from Judge who decides where we will be going in life. But actually, the Judges are ourselves. We decide where we are going. No one else can do that for us. So mine came. The letter said 'To 'O' Levels with Love'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Naz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-7817842091512687754?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/7817842091512687754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=7817842091512687754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/7817842091512687754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/7817842091512687754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2008/12/aww-man-i-gotta-wear-my-school-uniform.html' title='Aww man, i gotta wear my school uniform for another year'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-6309525312640955586</id><published>2008-12-14T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:16:43.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Called you for the first time yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Called you for the first time yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes that is from the Jonas Brothers song Love Bug. I told Love I swore never to like them. Me and my bug mouth huh. Love likes the song too hahas. Well, the song Love Bug is the best I guess. Hehe. But really, I called love for the first time yesterday. After sooooo long. Feeling awesome that I can text and call her again. My phone won't be quiet any longer. Whoo Hoo! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar class was good today. We played a classical song. Hard song though. Then chatted with the teacher. We gave ideas for what songs to learn next week. Its gonna be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was fun. Had lots of laughs. Hahas. Tons of jokes. My aunt, uncle and little cousin came round to Tcc for a drink. Didn't expect them. Love Bug kept playing on the radio today. Hahas. I smiled to myself alot when the song played :P Till my next post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-6309525312640955586?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/6309525312640955586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=6309525312640955586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/6309525312640955586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/6309525312640955586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2008/12/called-you-for-first-time-yesterday.html' title='Called you for the first time yesterday'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-3581386334151508605</id><published>2008-12-13T02:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:20:17.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are the music in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You are the music in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is back in Singapore! YAY! Welcome back darlin! Hehe. She's back a day early. Thats awesome! Hehe. Love called me when I was at work. I felt my phone vibrating. I looked at it and my eyes went big :P I was sooo happy to hear her voice. Then one of my colleagues was like 'Eh use the phone somewhere else!' I was like 'Yelah yelah'. Ahahas. Work was fine today. Not much. Called Love when i got home after i washed up. I missed talking to her late into the night. We talked about tons of stuff. Things that happened lately. Talked about how much she shopped :P (hehe muacks!) Oooh she has goodies. I should be going out with her next week if im not wrong. Okay then. Till my next post then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Naz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-3581386334151508605?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/3581386334151508605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=3581386334151508605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/3581386334151508605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/3581386334151508605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-are-music-in-me.html' title='You are the music in me'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-6486643810045479567</id><published>2008-12-10T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:44:42.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Haircut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my haircut today. No guys. No pictures. You'll see it when you see it. I think some of you would say the cut made no difference. But it did okay! Hahas. Nothing much happened today. Took an urgent leave from work. My grandmum's brother passed away. Grandmum called me at 3:39 in the morning. Was shocked. I thought what happened that she had to call me so early in the morning. So yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh i has work tomorrow. But i look forward to it! Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love will be back in 3 days time. Am so happy that she gonna be back. Sayang life's a bore without you. Love you! Mmuacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Naz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-6486643810045479567?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/6486643810045479567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=6486643810045479567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/6486643810045479567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/6486643810045479567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2008/12/haircut.html' title='Haircut'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-1118270271780037867</id><published>2008-12-10T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:16:57.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 3rd month anniversary my love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy 3rd month anniversary my Love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You are the sweetest person to beat Shakespeare' Quoted by you my Love&lt;br /&gt;Thats sooo sweet :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my inspiration for the poems that i write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been together for 3 months! hehe. But i didn't get to spend the day with you on our special day. Your away on holidays. awwwww. But nevermind your gonna be back soon! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with parents today. Did abit of shopping. Bought jeans and pants. The levis 501's are awesome. Slim cut. It isn't baggy like last time. Awesome for them to change. I traded in an old pair of jeans so i paid only 89 bucks. Then went to get black pants for work. Mom bought them for me. Was thinking about you lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darlin' we'll go out when your back kays. I miss you lots. Can't wait to see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till my next post then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Naz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-1118270271780037867?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/1118270271780037867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=1118270271780037867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/1118270271780037867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/1118270271780037867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-3rd-month-anniversary-my-love.html' title='Happy 3rd month anniversary my love!'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-5444289718402858496</id><published>2008-12-08T21:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:01:46.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music makes me happy, You make me feel beyond awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Music makes me happy, You make me feel beyond awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been blogging for awhile. My bad guys. Lots happened recently. Love went for holidays already. She should be back by the 13th. I wanna see you. Miss you sooo much. I've started as a barista at TCC. I make the drinks. Hehe. Its fun really. Doing the coffee, tea, the frappe's, drinks with liqueor too. Im hoping to do more of the drinks in the coming days. N level results are gonna be released soon. Scared. Haiz. Hope to you guys in school next year :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is me and Love's special day. Hehe. Three months ya'll. Darlin' we'll go out when you get back kays. So yea. Hurry back! hehe. Miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now then. Till my next post yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-5444289718402858496?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/5444289718402858496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=5444289718402858496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/5444289718402858496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/5444289718402858496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2008/12/music-makes-me-happy-you-make-me-me.html' title='Music makes me happy, You make me feel beyond awesome'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-1404572429463332165</id><published>2008-11-30T00:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:32:36.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss you :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Love for lunch today. I guess it would be the last time i would see her. Until she comes back from her holidays. She'll be away for quite awhile. I miss her already. Kay. So met her for lunch. Was funny, scary, shocking. I mean like, how unlucky can we get. Hahas. Last of all it was sad. After saying goodbye. ;[ Then i went for class. After then went to work. Work was okay. Not too buzy not to slack. Mus came to eat at TCC just now. Good food he says. Felt abit down today. *sigh* I miss you like crazy! I gave a little something to Love just now. Heh. She loves it. Im glad you do my dear. Bring it with you when you go! Hehe. You will be on my mind always. Whether im tired or energetic. When im buzy or slacking. When im about to sleep. Or when im just waking up. I'm already missing you ;] I love you soooo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was also running through photos just now. Look what i found hehe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/?action=view&amp;current=739928007l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/739928007l.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken during Raye '06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/?action=view&amp;current=1_847000346l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/1_847000346l.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken on 221108 . Still rockin' out! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Can u pick out who's who in the pic's? hahahas. heh. Not really changed have we :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S I Love You!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-1404572429463332165?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/1404572429463332165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=1404572429463332165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/1404572429463332165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/1404572429463332165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you :]'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-3287562058643568050</id><published>2008-11-27T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T21:28:26.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears please don't fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tears please don't fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early today. Had to acompany my uncle to the airport. He went for Haji today. Was sad. After that went to grandma's place. Relaxed and slacked around. After that went to Sytex Electronic Convention at singapore expo. A few things i wanted to buy. A Macbook, its awesome. Nikon D90 and a PS3. Hah. So much on my list. I really want the mac and the camera. First get the Macbook. Then get the Nikon  D90. They are awesome together. I  demo'd the Nikon D700. Was  friggen awesome! I put it to burst mode. Then i held down the button. Then it went 'chik chik chik'. Its super fast. I held it down for a few seconds. I checked the screen, 19 frames were captured. Its a awesome camera. I don't deserve it hahas. Too professional. A D90 is enough. I was really tired today. Slept in the car holding on to my phone. I try not to think of it. But i can't. I really don't want you to go. But its your holidays. What can i do. Heh being annoying i guess. Have fun when you go there kay Love. Go online when your there kay. And i've got something to give you my Love. So we gotta meet kay. Its nothing much. Just a little something something. Till my next post aight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Naz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-3287562058643568050?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/3287562058643568050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=3287562058643568050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/3287562058643568050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/3287562058643568050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2008/11/tears-please-dont-fall.html' title='Tears please don&apos;t fall'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-7397311034293228811</id><published>2008-11-24T01:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:07:39.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Of You</title><content type='html'>Thinking Of You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing else to post about. Just now. As i was doing table settings, i was caught day dreaming. My left hand was holding cutlery's. Other hand was reaching in the drawer for more. Then i sorta just wasn't thinking about anything. I just dazed into space. Until one of my colleages Bing Wei tapped me on my shoulder. And asked if i was okay. I said 'huh?'. I was like yea. I am. No problem. Well yea. It wasn't because i was tired. I got used to the tiredness. I guess i just miss you my Love. I miss you so much. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Naz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-7397311034293228811?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/7397311034293228811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=7397311034293228811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/7397311034293228811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/7397311034293228811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2008/11/thinking-of-you.html' title='Thinking Of You'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-5566183085001224614</id><published>2008-11-24T00:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T01:01:34.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Untitled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was okay today. Not too buzy not too slacked. I worked till closing time today. Got free cakes. I brought home a Marble Cheesecake and a Strawberry Pudding  which was delicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-5566183085001224614?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/5566183085001224614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=5566183085001224614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/5566183085001224614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/5566183085001224614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2008/11/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-1726271548108631133</id><published>2008-11-23T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T01:41:56.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please don't go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;please don't go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took an off-day from work today. Me and Love planned to go out today. Have dinner together. Mus called me early in the morning. Not that early actually. It was about 1 plus when he called. I woke up late. Hahas. So i met Mus first before i went to guitar class.  Love had Organ/Electone Class. Her class was pushed up to 3 o'clock. So we would end at the same time. Me and Love have go to the same place to have our music classes. How awesome is that. Lent Mus my I-pod.  So he woudln't get bored. He had to wait an hour long for me and Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class we met up. Me and Mus went out first and waited for Love to end. She ended a little later. Her teacher wanted her to try a new piece for the organ. After meeting Love. We walked down to Far East Plaza for dinner. We talked about tons of stuff. Good and bad. Me and Love both had Char Kway Teow. Mus had Hokien Mee. We talked about a few things over the food too. We coudln't eat in peace. Hahas. We kept laughing and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we decided we wanted to relax. To sit down and have a drink. To talk about MORE stuff. Found a spot at McCafe at Lido. Our so called problem was settled. So we pushed that topic aside. Then i found out. Love was going for holidays. Not for a few days. But it could possibly be fore more then 2 weeks. I knew she was going for hoildays. I was fine with that. But being away for so long i could not. I miss her already. Rinduuuuuuuuuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slacked until about 10 plus? Near to 11? Mus had a problem. But was solved thanks to Love. Hehe good job honey. It was already late. So we decided to go home. We were all tired i guess. Mus was happy in the end. Hahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent Love home. Was already late at night. I will never let her walk home alone at night. Sent Love to her block. Said goodbye. I felt sad. Knowing she was going to leave for holidays soon. I passed my 'Twilight' book to her. She was like 'arghhh what for, do i have to read it?' I was like yes. Hehe. Read the book first my love. Then we shall catch the movie. Read it when you go for your holidays kay my love. 2 reasons. One, its a great book. Two, to remind you of me when you when you are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loveeeeeee you soooooo much! I miss you too. I'll see you soon my Love. Mmmmmuacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight all. Till my next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6676552884769592343-1726271548108631133?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/1726271548108631133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=1726271548108631133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/1726271548108631133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/1726271548108631133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2008/11/sil-vous-plat-ne-vont-pas.html' title='please don&apos;t go'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-1028489188540032059</id><published>2008-11-17T22:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T01:41:42.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been blogging in a few days. Am really tired from work. I work at TCC. The boutique is located at Novena Square 1. Been overtiming a few times. I think i earned alot already. I got a few stuff on my hands that i need to settle. One is my working roster. I gotta confirm wether i'm comfortable with the current slots that i am in.  Another is a bigger problem. I will settle that soon. Won't be easy for me. But it will be for the better. This problem, if i or should i say we do not stop it. It will never end. Wether it hurts or not we gotta put a full stop to it. Now lets push that aside. Thinking about it makes me angry. Tired tired tired. Didn't know working would make me feel this tired. Me legs hurt the most. Hardly get to sit down except during breaks. But while bearing the pain i earn money hahas. Overtime pay too. Not much but its something. Till the next post then. I feel really drowsy. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-1028489188540032059?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/1028489188540032059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=1028489188540032059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/1028489188540032059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/1028489188540032059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2008/11/je-suis-dsol-frre.html' title='I&apos;m sorry brother'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-5580412432370182766</id><published>2008-11-15T00:31:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T01:41:30.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The most shocking moment of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most shocking moment of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, 13th November 2008 i had the shock of my life. I was in awe, words cannot describe&lt;br /&gt;how i felt. I think even my poems can't. I shall not jump to what happened. I shall begin from&lt;br /&gt;the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 13th of November, Love and me planned to go out and get rings for ourselves. We wanted to get them at Couple Lab at plaza singapura. I picked Love up at about 2:30. I text her saying i was already downstairs. Then she says okay, she's coming out. After awhile i text her again asking where she was. She said she was walking, and she also says don't get shocked. I thought to myself 'huh?'. I looked up. I saw her holding a big balloon. It says happy birthday there was a picture of a face on it. It says 'You're HOW old?'. Hahas she love always knows how to suprise me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Took the train to Dhoby Gaut. Reached Plaza Singapura at about 3 plus. When we got to the shop we looked at the rings we wanted. the rings looked great. thanks to love for picking it. We approached the staff. Told him we wanted this pair *points at the rings*. First we tried our ring sizes. Then followed by him asking what we wanted engraved on the rings. The staff which was a guy said 'Normally couples would have the guys name engraved on the girls ring and the girls name engraved on the guys. Pfft like we don't know. Omg at the dude that was serving us lah. He asked whether we wanted it lasered on engraved. We took engraving. He said to come back at four, or he would call if they are ready before the given time. We decided to go to burger king. I haven't got lunch and Love didn't really eat. When we got our food, Love said 'Lets not eat first'. She took out a plastic bag from her bag. 'Happy Birthday!' i said i'll open it in awhile after we ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done eating. Love told me to open it. She said see the big one first. Because there were two packages there. I took a peek inside. I was shocked. It made me wanna cry. She saw my face and was like 'you don't start arh, i'll leave u here alone' I was like okay okay i won't cry. I took it out. It was super sweet. It is like a birthday card. It wasn't any normal one. It was made from scratch. Made with Love too. This was something you coudlnt get from a shop. I Love it. I'll put a picture of it below. It is like a collage. A few pictures of me on it. Things that i loved. Hehe. A picture of my dream guitar. And a phrase. This is what it says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Birthdays are everyday&lt;br /&gt;But officially it comes once a year&lt;br /&gt;Though Every year its the same&lt;br /&gt;You get a cake&lt;br /&gt;You make a wish&lt;br /&gt;You blow the candles&lt;br /&gt;And you get your present&lt;br /&gt;Yet the only difference is the people you spend your birthday with&lt;br /&gt;I am Ignited with happines&lt;br /&gt;to be able to spend this special day with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was really sweet. It made me wanna cry. At lost of words i looked at Love tears about to fall. And i told her i won't cry. And smiled. I took out the second present. A pair of socks. Not just any pair though. They were sewn and made with love! hehe. They had my name on it. On the right it says Naz. On the left it says Rin. Hehe. I love the. I wont wear them! hahas. We went up to get our rings. They looked great. Awesome fit too. We then walked up to Pacific Plaza. I wanted to look at shoes. Time was about 4:15? Around there. Love said we had about 2 hours. We went around looking at shoes. Then next went to Far East Plaza. Looked for shoes again. Then mostly window shopping. Looking here and there. Went to this and that shop. Hahas. Been awhile since i walked around far east. Then we wanted to go Wisma Atria. To go there we went through Wheelock place. The long way because we had lots of time hahas. Then we decided to go to borders. Browsing. Love said we had to stay at Orchard until around 7. I said okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked at magazines. After awhile Love said we gotta go. I bugged her and kept asking her where we were headed. She kept saying she wasn't sure. And she forgot where the place we were supposed to go to was. I was scared. Following her blindly. She kept giggling to herself too. I was really scared. Heh. We took the train heading to Marina Bay. We talked and talked. Train reached Dhoby Gaut. She pulled me out at the last minute. Shocked, i didn't say anything. I held on to her hand. Hehe. Following where she leads me to. Then i found out we were taking the North East Line. We went down the escalator. Trains on both side had arrived. She asked me. Which way are we supposed to go. SHE asks me. I'm like omg. Lol. One side was going to Habourfront. Another is going to Punggol. So she was like okay were taking the one to habourfront.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the train ride. At almost every stop she kept asking me. Are we supposed to stop here. I was like omg omg. Hahahas. Then she said We're not getting off here. It was at chinatown. After that i figured we were heading to Vivo City. But what for. We went into Vivo City. I still don't know where we were headed. Then we were going up to the top floor. Oh okay. I thought to myself. She's gonna take me outside. I thought we were like gonna sit like near the pool or something. We kept walking. Distracted with the crowd, the Christmas tree and all that. Then we were heading to this amphi theatre kind of place. It was like a huge stand. Lots of people sitting there. SUDDENLY i heard cries of my name. First i thought. Okay it was a mistake. Someone had the same name as i did. Then i listened again. Eh wtf. hahas. Love said. Do u hear anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up in the stands. I saw a group of people. They were shouting at me hahas. Shouting my name. I looked again and i paused. I stopped walking. Love kept on walking, walked up towards them. I was like omfg. Those were the People i knew. My friends they were. I thought today it would only be me and Love going out. hahaha. The people were, Mus, Nadia, ZUl, Selynna, Charmaine, Siti, Farina, Ain, Shamel, Adam, Hazryl, Jian Ye and Benedict. Hahas. I was shocked! I went up.  Unable to take in what was happening. I looked at their faces. Smiling and laughing. I smiled. I covered my mouth. I didn't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a suprise. And i fell for everything. Haha. A suprise birthday party. For me. I saw the cake. The cake was huuuge. Not just any cake though. The cake was a Gibson Les Paul shape. WHITE in color. Omg. That is my dream guitar. Only it was in cake form. It said 'Bon Anniversare Nazriin' I was about to cry. Wow. They really knew what i love and liked. The guitar. And Happy Birthday Nazrin in french.I LOVE YOU GUYS! Tears were at the edge of my eyelids. I smiled and looked at all of them again. I said i didn't know what to say. Mus said at least say thank you. I did. I thanked them.  Still shocked. Ben had to go off. I didn't get to thank him properly. He went off too fast. I will kay Ben. I said 'thanks guys, i really didn't expect anything.' I didn't know i had the bestest friends in the world. I was really happy. Took a few pics. Jian Ye our camera man. Heh. We had abit of cake. I looked at the boys. They were planning something. One thought in my mind 'Cake Smash'. I was ready. To dodge if needed. The boys gave me presents. Mus, Haz and Zul got me a cd. Adam and Shamel did too. Awesome. I love cd's. But they were fighting to whose present i would open first. I said it didn't matter lah. So they decided for me to open it at home. After awhile. I was eating the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys were behind me. I saw jian ye with cake in his hand. I ran for it. They were like aww shit man. hahas MISSED ME PUNKS! they said how i knew. I said 'Ninja skills'. Yea yea, opened my big mouth too soon. I was distracted for like half a second. Then BOOM. Cake in my face. Hahahas. Went to toilet to wash up. washed my hair. My hair got most of it. Went back. They were clearing up. I was tired, happy shocked. Still unable to take in that they did this for me. Thanks to Nadia! hahas the organiser! Awesome job sister! We were talking laughing. Zul and his girl had to go off first. 'Happy Birthday!' they wished me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked and talked. Then we saw the cleaner. We were like 'hookay we gotta go' Hahas. Lucky we cleaned up abit. Before we went off. I went to love. And kissed her on the cheek and said thank you for everything. The girls were like 'awwwwwww' hahas. Aww moment i guess. Then we started to walk down Then Mus was like. 'eh eh what happen. I never see!' I was like aiyoh. Then everyone stopped walking. Boys especially came back up. They were like kiss again arh. We never see. Then everyone agreed. Hahas. They were 'like come on lah don't spoil sport. Kiss lah. Why are we waiting' hahahas. Aiyoh this people arh. Never see couple kiss before arh. hahaha. Love ran away. hahas. But we got her back. Haha. I looked at her she was like 'what&lt;br /&gt;don't want arh' hahas. I just laughed didn't really know what to do. Then i looked at her again. Muacks! hahas. The others were all like 'ooooooh' 'yaaaay' cat whistles and stuff and clapping. hahahas. You won't get to see that again guys!. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to eat. The girls had to go off, Siti, farina, Ain. Thanked them for everything and for coming. Then suddenly. CHEETAHS! ahahahahaha. Confused of where to go. Stay at Vivo, go back to tampines or go Simpang Bedok. Simpang Bedok we decided. Took the train. Met Zul and his girl halfway. The train ride was fun. Noisy to. hahas. Shamel had to go home. So he didnt go to simpang with us. We go there and were able to relax. I didn't wanna eat. So drank only. A late dinner. Jian Ye's Classic fish n chips came late. Don't know why. After that we made a move. We all were heading home. At the train station at tanah merah i thanked them all for coming. And mostly thanks for doing this suprise for me. And also for leaving me in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow this one long post. Hahahas. Oh yea did i mention i brought the cake home. Good stuff the cake was. Oh yes i will post pictures too. When i get them. I went home with love. Took the train. Sat in the train. Happy and smiling to myself for what happened today. I told her thank you for everything. I love the presents. I was about to cry. 'Don't you start again arh! im gonna leave you!' i was like okay okay okay i wont cry. I coudln't thank her enough. I so happy and blessed to have someone like her. I whispered in her ear. 'I Love You' She smiled. Heh. Then i had to go. We reached Eunos already. She said i didn't need to send her home. I wanted to. It was late. But yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then i got home. Mom and Dad were asleep already. I kept the cake in the fridge. Then went to my room. Looked through my presents. I took the one love gave me. I hanged it on my wall. Adam and Shamel, Mus Haz and Zul. You guys are awesome. Thanks for the Cd's hahas. Was tired. I text messaged Love. Saying thank you. And telling her i love the presents and the suprise. She wanted to go to sleep. She has a busy day the next day. Bade her goodnight and sweet dreams. I then decided to crash on my bed. I thought to myself.I had the most awesomest day ever. It won't happen without my awesome friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mus - Thanks for everything. For being bro and being there for me and the cd too. Heh. Bros for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazryl - Dood thanks for being there. Didn't expect you to be there hahas. Been awhile since we went out eh. Bros for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zul &amp;amp; Selynna - Thanks you 2 for being there too. Zul no wonder u kept saying we'll see each other soon. hahas. Bros for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine - Thanks Char, For the suprise. hahas. Well planned. Left me in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti - Siti thanks for the suprise. I thought you were out with like him or something. Arghh i fell for the tricks. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;tell him for me that he can use the bass for as long as he wants. I don't mind. thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farina &amp;amp; Ain - Farina n Ain. Don't really know u guys that much. heh. But thanks for being there aight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shamel - SHAMEL! THanks dood. Ur still the friggin stoner i know. Stay that way. Or you won't be shamel anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahas thanks for everything dood! Bros for life. Rock on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam - ADAM! Sup boi. Yesterday was the shizzle to my fizzle dood. Thanks for everything bra. Peace! Sweetboys/Bros for life. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jian Ye - JIAN YE! Awesome camera dood. Send me pics kays. Thanks for being there. My Ninja skills can dodge ur cake toss anytime&lt;br /&gt;hahahas. Bros for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benedict - BEN!!!! Why'd u leave so fast!!! didnt get to thank you! Thanks for the cake and helping nadia out aight. We gotta&lt;br /&gt;sit down over coffee with everyone else and learn more about each other aight. Thanks for the suprise. Was awesome. Bros for life! hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadia - NANA!!!!!! Our most awesomest organiser! I fell for your tricks. Good Job sister. Well planned. Got me in awe. I did not expect anything AT ALL! The cake mostly. AWESOME CAKE. hehe. Brothers and Sisters for life!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Everyone - Dont worry guys. I didnt leave u guys out from any love. Love to all of you! I'm so happy to have friends as awesome as u guys. It made my day. My birthday actually. Thank you for everything. If i missed anything. Im sorry. For those who gave anything for the cake. Thank you soooo much. I don't know how to thank you guys. Heh. To the boys! Bro's for life. And girls. Brothers and sisters? heh. One day we should all go out together. heh. it would be awesome. I LOVE YOU GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its something unpredictable, in the end its awesome! I did have the time of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(guys send me pictures aight. i wanna post them hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-5580412432370182766?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/5580412432370182766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=5580412432370182766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/5580412432370182766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/5580412432370182766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2008/11/le-plus-choquant-moment-de-ma-vie.html' title='The most shocking moment of my life'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-1725612867794802137</id><published>2008-11-11T22:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T01:41:15.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you and nobody else</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="result_box" dir="ltr"&gt;I love you and nobody else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an okay day. Love went to the zoo. She was one of the volunteers there. She got treated like Zoo Personnel. How cool is that. She got to play with and feed animals too for free omigosh. Unfair hahas. Love has her own name tag too. Hmph. Tomorrow im sort of starting work. At TCC what is. Happy i got a job. TCC called me on Monday. Glad they did. Good thing i got a job too. At least i got money to spend. And my pockets won't be dry. Thurs i be going out with Love. Im scared though. She got me something for my birthday. And i don't know what it is. So yea. If i cry don't mind kay. Sometimes i can't take it and i will just cry. Heh. I ain't a cry baby though. Hehe. I'll make todays post short. I'll post how my job went tomorrow. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-1725612867794802137?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/1725612867794802137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=1725612867794802137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/1725612867794802137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/1725612867794802137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2008/11/je-taime-et-personne-dautre.html' title='I love you and nobody else'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-6943746018480524557</id><published>2008-11-09T20:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T01:41:02.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 2nd month anniversary my Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy 2nd month anniversary my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2nd month anniversary my love!I don't know what else to say. How glad i am to have you.&lt;br /&gt;Words can hardly describe how i feel. But i will try. I know how you feel and u know how i do to. So here i go writing this one for you and only you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A poem or two&lt;br /&gt;I have for you&lt;br /&gt;To tell you how i feel&lt;br /&gt;I know that this is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months has passed&lt;br /&gt;Those things are in the past&lt;br /&gt;I say again they are history&lt;br /&gt;But the times we shared are sweet sweet memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the day&lt;br /&gt;We were on the phone&lt;br /&gt;We talked to the morning&lt;br /&gt;Till the crack of dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our epic stories we told each other&lt;br /&gt;About how we had our love for each other&lt;br /&gt;I told you mine&lt;br /&gt;You told me yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed and laughed&lt;br /&gt;We also freaked&lt;br /&gt;Listening hard&lt;br /&gt;Till we reached the peak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need not say how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;You need not say how much you do&lt;br /&gt;I already know and I am sure&lt;br /&gt;I love you my darling baby boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter where we are&lt;br /&gt;Near or far&lt;br /&gt;Sitting beside each other&lt;br /&gt;Or a country afar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart you will always be&lt;br /&gt;I think its like how I remember to breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem i wrote&lt;br /&gt;For you specially&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for being selfish&lt;br /&gt;But it is for you only&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written on - 091108&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Happy 2nd anniversary dearie! Muacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-6943746018480524557?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/6943746018480524557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=6943746018480524557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/6943746018480524557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/6943746018480524557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2008/11/2-me-mois-heureux-anniversaire-mon.html' title='happy 2nd month anniversary my Love'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-7807996352088556170</id><published>2008-11-06T21:00:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T01:40:43.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday Naz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday Naz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0221-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/IMG_0221-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Naz!&lt;br /&gt;17 Years old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love was the first one to wish me happy birthday. I was sooo happy she did. Love beat everyone to me. It was soooo sweet of her to stay up and wish me. While waiting we watched 'Hide And Seek' together. Not together as in side by side but through text messages. Haha retard show that was. Bit confusing though. Went to sleep after love wished me happy birthday. I woke up around nine.  Mum shook me awake. hahas. She said we were going out. I didn't expect that. Because my confinement is supposed to end on monday. So what eh? Im cured. Chicken pox are GONE! Thank god. I got on the computer. Few of my friends wished me. Friends from overseas and my friends here in Singapore did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today i went out at about 11. First went for lunch. At Banquet located at Raffles Hospital. I has Fish n Chips. Was not that bad. Mom had Wanton Noodles. Then we went walking at Haji Lane. I wanted to look at clothes and shoes. Mom was looking for textiles and fabrics at Kampung Jawa. Love  text message me and wished me happy birthday again. Am happy she did again. I miss her dearly. Then few other people called. Zul called, asked what i wanted for a present. I said whatever you wanna get for me i be happy. Then Adam called. Then followed by text messages by my other friends. Jeremy, Darren. Hmm who else. I forgot hahas. Sorry guys!&lt;br /&gt;After that we took a bus to Plaza Singapura to pay my Yamaha bills which are almost due. Hmm after Plaza Sing we took a walk to Heeren. Got myself pants. Mom said it was birthday present. Hahas a nice khaki colored Volcom pants. Love it. Then went to Lido. We wanted to drink coffee while waiting for dad. He finishes work at 4. And he walks slow. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;After we met dad, he wanted to look for shoes at Wheelock Place. Didn't get what he wanted. Nothing caught his eye he said. Then I wanted to look for shoes. Mmm Vans shoes. I didn't get what i wanted too. Didn't have the color i want. After all that walking around we were bushed. Mom was tired and i was too. So we went home. In the car mom said she bought me a present already. I wondered what she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We arrived home. Glad to be home. I washed up. Mom said lets cut the cake. I grabbed a shirt and got ready. Pictures of cake below! It is Chocolate Cake. Bit milky, taste like milo abit. Has Strawberries and Blueberries. My Love. Strawberries are not freaky. They are delicious! Its not wrong for it to have Seeds on the outside hehe. Mom took out the cake, it looked lovely. Mmm i just wanted to sink my teeth in it. Was about to blow the candle. Make a wish my parent said. I made 2 wishes. Hope they come true. Pray hard. Then mom took out the present. I was shocked! It was a book! Not just any book though. 'Breaking Dawn' was the book's name. It was the fourth installment of the 'Twilight' Series. I was like wow! I said mom, thats the fourth book. I have not even finished the first. Hahas i told her i won't spoil the story and read it. I will get the second and third first. Muahahaha. Oh yea. While walking down orchard road. I saw the Twilight trailer. It looked awesome. Edward Cullen looks handsome enough to be like from the book. Haha. Im looking forward to it. Pictures Below!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0217.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/IMG_0217.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Cake. Looks good eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0219.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/IMG_0219.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0232.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/IMG_0232.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me cutting the cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0226.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/IMG_0226.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Dawn The 4th installment of the Twilight Saga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0238.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/IMG_0238.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cake got cut up. Cute eh hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0240.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/IMG_0240.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cake by Canele. Designer cake fyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0241.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l153/Nazrin_JoH/IMG_0241.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the pretty box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day. All i really have are my friends and family. Friends and family i have are there for me when i need them. So yea. Thanks guys.&lt;br /&gt;And to you my Love. You are there for me whenever i need someone. Thank you for everything I Love you soo much! I can't wait to meet you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-7807996352088556170?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/7807996352088556170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=7807996352088556170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/7807996352088556170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/7807996352088556170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2008/11/naz-joyeux-anniversaire.html' title='happy birthday Naz!'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-1807670496119067393</id><published>2008-11-04T22:12:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:08:59.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to get out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" id="result_box" dir="ltr"&gt;I need to get out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes my love, 9 more days. Chicken pox is cured. Now all thats left is the one week for recovery of me being weak and to making sure that the virus is really gone. All i want is for myself to be cured and to meet my Love. My Birthday comes in 2 days time. The 6th of november. Knowing i wont be going out on that day makes me feel down. Dad asked me just now 'what would you want for you birthday'. I told him. I have 4 things on my list. First a Gibson Les Paul. Second Marshall Amplifier. Third Boss Guitar multi effects and fourth the Playstation 3. He said, playstation 3 would be nonsense. He says i got too much things on my hand. I got a psp, a computer, a playstation 2 which i hardly play now. But i still do. And most awesomely I'm in love. Hehe. So he says it would be a waste of money because he thinks i won't play it. Oh you know i will if i have it. Hahas. Then he moved to the guitar. He said maybe in 2 years time or something. 2 years time because he said by that time i would be playing better and then i should get the Gibson. Sigh, do you know how long 2 years is. I want that Gibson Les Paul now! He said the amplifier maybe i should get it soon. Currently im using my sx bass amp. Which sucks real bad. He did not talk about the guitar multi effects. So i guess that would be most practical for me to get for a birthday present. Then he asks again. What do i really want. I told him i really want the Gibson Les Paul. He didn't really say anything. So yea. I found out today, Love has something up her sleeve for me. I am wondering what it will be. A suprise it is but what is the suprise hahas. I don't know wether to be scared? or happy haha. Wee bit confused there. Well i am looking forward to it. I miss you so much my Love. I cannot wait to meet you. I Love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Naz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-1807670496119067393?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/1807670496119067393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=1807670496119067393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/1807670496119067393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/1807670496119067393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2008/11/jai-besoin-de-sortir.html' title='I need to get out!'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-1381056063628265085</id><published>2008-11-03T01:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T01:40:06.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i am into the second week of my confinement. I feel loads better, chicken pox are really disappearing. I cannot wait to meet love and hug her. I miss her sooo much. Few things i gotta do when im fully healed. I gotta go find a job again. Previous time was unsucessfull. I don't know where to look this time. So if anyone out there has a recomendation as to where i would be able to work tell me, I would happily check it out. Next weeks my birthday. Its on the sixth of november. Knowing i can't go out wether i want to or not sucks alot. What a bummer.   Next week is me and Love's second month anniversary. 090908 is the date. Its on a sunday. My last day of confinement is on the 10th. We plan to go out on the 13th. Love has got suprises for me. I wonder what it will be. Im looking forward to it! I Love you sweetheart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-1381056063628265085?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/1381056063628265085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=1381056063628265085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/1381056063628265085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/1381056063628265085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2008/11/tu-me-manques.html' title='i miss you'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-6013294713842299796</id><published>2008-10-31T15:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T01:39:42.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;my first post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my blog is finally done. Had to do lots of trials and errors. But they were done with.  So this shall be the first official post.&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  Currently i am sick and confined at home for 2 weeks. The sickness i have is chicken pox! It sucks to have chicken pox. Pains here and there, headaches and fever too. Well im doing fine. Headaches and fevers are gone. The boils aren't itchy they just cause me pain and they are subsiding and thats good hahas. So for 2 whole weeks i will be stuck at home. I can't meet Love and i miss her lots. So i plan to meet love after the 2 weeks of my isolation. Till the next post then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naz&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/6676552884769592343-6013294713842299796?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/6013294713842299796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=6013294713842299796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/6013294713842299796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/6013294713842299796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2008/10/mon-premier-post.html' title='my first post'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676552884769592343.post-9082771840178500204</id><published>2008-10-29T21:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T15:25:29.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERES THE TITLE!</title><content type='html'>TESTING TESTING! I will do a proper post when the blog is fully done. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676552884769592343-9082771840178500204?l=letitallplay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/feeds/9082771840178500204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676552884769592343&amp;postID=9082771840178500204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/9082771840178500204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676552884769592343/posts/default/9082771840178500204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letitallplay.blogspot.com/2008/10/test.html' title='WHERES THE TITLE!'/><author><name>Nazrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423988985515379803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am9IrxjfMHg/SQsKn3mrvjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kggDa6BRa1Q/S220/naz+edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
