<?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-27032183</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:22:20.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello world(:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>295</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-7914950713973741007</id><published>2007-11-08T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T06:30:18.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'll miss this blog (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-7914950713973741007?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/7914950713973741007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=7914950713973741007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/7914950713973741007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/7914950713973741007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/11/done-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-8119173004021244832</id><published>2007-11-06T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T21:11:28.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since I'm bored, I shall do another one of Iqah's memes heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL SKIP LAYERS 1 &amp;amp; 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LAYER THREE:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- Shoes you wore today:&lt;/strong&gt; Havent stepped out of the house yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- Your perfect pizza:&lt;/strong&gt; Cheese and more cheese. The tomato base has got to be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- Best holiday:&lt;/strong&gt; I cant choose really. I've had many great holidays but I'll just say the pri 6 perth trip because that was just the best kind of fun with the best kind of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- Most missed memory:&lt;/strong&gt; I dunno. I miss most of my childhood days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LAYER FOUR:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- How many pets do you have:&lt;/strong&gt; I had two rabbits. Ciko and Coco. Hahaaa I cried when we gave them away. Ayah said they'd be in a happier place and I remember asking in between sobs how could they be happy without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- If you got to go anywhere in the world, where would you go:&lt;/strong&gt; I want to go around the whole world I cant choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--The last movie you saw at century:&lt;/strong&gt; The Gameplan with my parents! eh that's not century but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LAYER FIVE:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- Pepsi or Coke:&lt;/strong&gt; Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- McDonald's or Burger King:&lt;/strong&gt; I love BK I really do but I've got more of an attachment to mcs. BUT THAT DOESNT MEAN THEY CAN CLOSE DOWN BK AT FAR EAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- Adidas or Nike:&lt;/strong&gt; Adidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- Lipton or Iced tea?:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- Chocolate or Vanilla:&lt;/strong&gt; Chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS!Which friend is the....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Craziest:&lt;/strong&gt; Hanis. All my friends are quite crazy actually. But Hanis is like WHOA when she's high. Iqah is crazy when shes thinking about ahem ahem ******* forever iqah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweetest:&lt;/strong&gt; Roy haha correct choice iqah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prettiest:&lt;/strong&gt; I've got a lot of chio friends but none of them will never agree to it. And I agree totally with Iqah's choice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smartest:&lt;/strong&gt; In our little circle, moo is! In our class, cheryl saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girly:&lt;/strong&gt; Tas, Diy. I love those twooooo (: Me Moo Aida Iqah Diy are get girly when we swoon over celebrities haha. fangirls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Easiest to be grossed out:&lt;/strong&gt; Weixian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blondest:&lt;/strong&gt; ROY. Gawd. Diy too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honest:&lt;/strong&gt; I dunno actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trustworthy:&lt;/strong&gt; I know that girls cant keep secrets from one another xD I dunno but the first people I tell would be the people I trust. which would probably be by bestfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sporty:&lt;/strong&gt; Moo bowls! In class are the usual athletes la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Animal lover:&lt;/strong&gt; Diy &amp;amp; Iqah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Computer genius:&lt;/strong&gt; Iqah! *clapclapclap KARISHMA ALSO! she fixes the class comp (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myspace nerd:&lt;/strong&gt; dunno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funniest:&lt;/strong&gt; MOO hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drama person:&lt;/strong&gt; Tiq &amp;amp; Sheila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Band person:&lt;/strong&gt; no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person that always gets their homework done:&lt;/strong&gt; Yah sixuan. Roy does her hmk too, maybe. I just realised most of us don't do our homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flirtiest:&lt;/strong&gt; We got flirt meh....but if I had to choose, Sheilalaaa! I think Aida can flirt yknow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Past friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which friend have you known the longest?&lt;/strong&gt; Siska Ameera Bte Abdul Rahman (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which friend have you known the least?&lt;/strong&gt; huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was your first best friend?&lt;/strong&gt; Sissssssss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is he/she still your friend?&lt;/strong&gt; Yesyes we're like cousins sisters whatever. My family knows her family and we go on holidays together and she's my bff who cares how corny that sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which friend do you miss the most?&lt;/strong&gt; SITIIIIII omg I miss her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Has one of your best friends ever moved away?&lt;/strong&gt; Not that I can rmb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who has the most classes with you?&lt;/strong&gt; Aida Iqah Moo! They make school so much more bearable and they're by my side almost everytime, everywhere I go &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one of your buds is most likely to....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be a teacher:&lt;/strong&gt; Aida! She'd make a great teacher! She might scare kids with her laugh though xD But she's a really good teacher really really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Become a computer person:&lt;/strong&gt; none!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Become a stay at home mom:&lt;/strong&gt; Not me iqah! I dunno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Live life on the wild side:&lt;/strong&gt; Siska Hanis Tas Moo (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Travel all over the world:&lt;/strong&gt; ME ME ME &amp;amp; hanis tas moo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Become famous:&lt;/strong&gt; Tiq, Sheila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fall in love before 20:&lt;/strong&gt; SYAH dah fall in love dah xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Become a sports star:&lt;/strong&gt; Dew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not go to college:&lt;/strong&gt; We all gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get married twice:&lt;/strong&gt; I dunno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have 4 kids:&lt;/strong&gt; I dunno but it'd be cool to see a friend walking with 4 kids in the future. like whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Become a telemarketer:&lt;/strong&gt; Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be your best friend throughout your whole life:&lt;/strong&gt; This is hard cause I've got more than one bestfriend but I'm sure we'll stay bestfriends right girls? (ew I sound like some bratz commercial)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be at home doing nothing but eating and watching TV:&lt;/strong&gt; Syah ahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Become a serious business person:&lt;/strong&gt; Soff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Become someone with a job that helps people:&lt;/strong&gt; I'd love to do that! Moo, Sheila, Diy too I bet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End up on road rules or real world:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha I used to watch real world but nothing special about it what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Become a writer?:&lt;/strong&gt; I wanna be a writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool meme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was quite fun! Watched The Gameplan with my parents! I realise alot of teenagers watch movies. I was probably the only one with my parents but I like going to the cinema with the folks.(: I went shopping with Ibu before that and I bought quite a lot of stuff with my raya money. I got really sick of clothes and shiz pretty fast so I went to pageone (much to the annoyance of ibu) to get a good book. I wanna work at pageone! I think their uniforms are quite cool in a way. I don't mind being surrounded by books. If there were no customers I'd just hide myself in one corner and read. Maybe I'll get discounts on the books if I work there. I think books attract me more than clothes xD I love clothes and pretty things and all but when I stepped into pageone I suddenly wished I never spent my money on shirts and thingamajigs. Then I could get loads of books. Anyway I bought &lt;em&gt;Chuck Palahniuk'&lt;/em&gt;s &lt;strong&gt;Invisible Monsters&lt;/strong&gt;. It's quite weird but I like the way the way he writes. Psycho yet creative heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the exciting part! I was at Fox looking at pants with my mum when when when I saw Rizq!!!!!!!!!! See how excited I was. Okay only hanis moo tas know the exciting-ness of this particular encounter (esp hanis) because.....he looked so different! Really really really different like can't believe my eyes different until I stood there for quite a while gawking like an idiot before I hid behind my mum. Oh. my. god. I was hiding and staring and staring and staring even after he walked far far away then I knew I had to tell the besties so I smsed Hanis &amp;amp; Tas. Haha my bestfriends are funny, I was laughing at their replies. Hanis paling excited I wonder why eh hanis ;) Then I went back to pageone and sat down in between the shelves and called moo and squealed and swooned (I bet people heard cause the bookstore's damn quiet) and I found out moo was playing squash with her cousin sitting down but that's not the point the point is rizq looked freaking cool. Not that I'm saying he was a flipping nerd before no nothing like that he was far from a nerd but he turned out so different from the others! Not poser, not mat, not trying-to-act-cool. Hahahahahahahhaha. Whoopeedoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew Hanis always had a thing for Rizq ever since she pinched him way back in primary school (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Diy Iqah &amp;amp; me are going for out first studiowu lessons! I'm really excited! I don't know wth are toe sandals though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! Diy cracks me up so bad.&lt;br /&gt;We were filling up the studiowu form and it asked for nationality and she said,&lt;br /&gt;"Malay la, why do you care?" She said it angrily haha!&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her, looked at the form and told her that her nationality was singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;Haha Diy's the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are starting to look good. I CANT WAIT FOR THURSDAYYYYY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-8119173004021244832?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/8119173004021244832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=8119173004021244832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/8119173004021244832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/8119173004021244832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/11/since-im-bored-i-shall-do-another-one.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-8345262360216471007</id><published>2007-11-03T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T07:28:51.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Raffles Raya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128618033990146194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RyyC7eilGJI/AAAAAAAAAzM/LF3SLM2GPH0/s320/sec3satrtc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RyyBw-ilGII/AAAAAAAAAzE/mmlh-OqYBRk/s1600-h/akintherainandshineandsnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128616754089891970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RyyBw-ilGII/AAAAAAAAAzE/mmlh-OqYBRk/s320/akintherainandshineandsnow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;akintherainandshineandsnow.jpg :&lt;/strong&gt; Either abu or syah came up with a new way of putting on our scarves! We looked so cool. Too bad we couldnt wear it like that for the actual perf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128613038943180898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Ryx-YuilGGI/AAAAAAAAAy4/YYm5X5dSwNI/s320/diyandzaffinanicetoilet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;diyandzaffinanicetoilet.jpg: &lt;/strong&gt;We the Rgians performed at Raffles Town Club today in front of a whole load of Rafflesians and then walked all the way to Raffles Girls School singing once again at the top of our lungs (school song!). How semangat raffles today is! RTC is really high-class and pretty. Heh we didnt really fit in. We got to taste the buffet which was daaaaamn good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(we go inside the toilet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me abu syah diy:&lt;/strong&gt; woooooaaahhhh soooo nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(diy enters cubicle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Syah:&lt;/strong&gt; People living in poverty then down here waste money with big toilets..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abu:&lt;/strong&gt; THATS WHY...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Ya lah! Why dont they put a sofa! So big for what. Waste space for what SEH (I said this damn loud) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(woman most&lt;em&gt; probably a raffles town club member&lt;/em&gt; walks out of a cubicle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At this moment Abu &amp;amp; Me gaped at her, said shit and ran inside the cubicle because malu xD Omgg i cant believe we said all those stuff when the woman was within earshot! We didnt know she was in the bloody toilet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyhoos, we were wondering what we'd be like 20 years down the road or something and meeting each other at raffles raya. Hahaa we promised never to be boring. We'd scream and hug and dance. Oh I was interpreting from the earlier part of the day that ri guys may grow up to be quite gay. (note: manboobs!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bet 20 years down the road I'd be happy singing the school song!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Cutest boy ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Syazwie Al-Fandy&lt;/strong&gt; (what a hot name right right) is the most adorable thing in the world and I swear he's gonna be such a heartthrob when he grows up. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128612356043380818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Ryx9w-ilGFI/AAAAAAAAAyw/NRicwoADTLw/s320/DSC01230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My favourite boys (: Sufi Adli &amp;amp; Syazwie! &lt;div&gt;I swoon over my freaking nephews everytiiiiiime. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Ryx8O-ilGDI/AAAAAAAAAyk/rkdXPwnR1cg/s1600-h/DSC01935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128610672416200754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Ryx8O-ilGDI/AAAAAAAAAyk/rkdXPwnR1cg/s320/DSC01935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Ryx7c-ilGCI/AAAAAAAAAyc/c-v50Svr8jU/s1600-h/DSCN0860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128609813422741538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Ryx7c-ilGCI/AAAAAAAAAyc/c-v50Svr8jU/s320/DSCN0860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Ryx7JOilGBI/AAAAAAAAAyU/m3QwHPFV_s4/s1600-h/DSCN0900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128609474120325138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Ryx7JOilGBI/AAAAAAAAAyU/m3QwHPFV_s4/s320/DSCN0900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Ryx6y-ilGAI/AAAAAAAAAyM/gusE60SercI/s1600-h/DSCN0911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128609091868235778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Ryx6y-ilGAI/AAAAAAAAAyM/gusE60SercI/s320/DSCN0911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Ryx6deilF_I/AAAAAAAAAyE/7IDiEEYifB0/s1600-h/DSCN0912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128608722501048306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Ryx6deilF_I/AAAAAAAAAyE/7IDiEEYifB0/s320/DSCN0912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Ryx6A-ilF-I/AAAAAAAAAx8/X287c59QK2o/s1600-h/DSCN0920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128608232874776546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Ryx6A-ilF-I/AAAAAAAAAx8/X287c59QK2o/s320/DSCN0920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Ryx5ZeilF9I/AAAAAAAAAx0/wJOKomNm2Cw/s1600-h/DSCN0922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128607554269943762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Ryx5ZeilF9I/AAAAAAAAAx0/wJOKomNm2Cw/s320/DSCN0922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Ryx4V-ilF8I/AAAAAAAAAxs/Sc9eRwm99-I/s1600-h/DSC01259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128606394628773826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Ryx4V-ilF8I/AAAAAAAAAxs/Sc9eRwm99-I/s320/DSC01259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Ryx31uilF7I/AAAAAAAAAxk/MX18jm0mOGI/s1600-h/DSC01258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128605840577992626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Ryx31uilF7I/AAAAAAAAAxk/MX18jm0mOGI/s320/DSC01258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Ryx29eilF6I/AAAAAAAAAxc/EsFDICeJrC4/s1600-h/DSC01093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128604874210351010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Ryx29eilF6I/AAAAAAAAAxc/EsFDICeJrC4/s320/DSC01093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Ryx2f-ilF5I/AAAAAAAAAxU/u6FZJ6MCzrM/s1600-h/DSC01099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128604367404210066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Ryx2f-ilF5I/AAAAAAAAAxU/u6FZJ6MCzrM/s320/DSC01099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Ryx12-ilF4I/AAAAAAAAAxM/wjCdBMx7hhE/s1600-h/DSC01104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128603663029573506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Ryx12-ilF4I/AAAAAAAAAxM/wjCdBMx7hhE/s320/DSC01104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Ryx06OilF3I/AAAAAAAAAxE/ZNGjHeNVzvw/s1600-h/DSC01109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128602619352520562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Ryx06OilF3I/AAAAAAAAAxE/ZNGjHeNVzvw/s320/DSC01109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RyxzkOilF2I/AAAAAAAAAw8/L37q0wayKrA/s1600-h/DSC01116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128601141883770722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RyxzkOilF2I/AAAAAAAAAw8/L37q0wayKrA/s320/DSC01116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RyxyeeilF1I/AAAAAAAAAw0/ijODxrD7v0Q/s1600-h/DSC01181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128599943587895122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RyxyeeilF1I/AAAAAAAAAw0/ijODxrD7v0Q/s320/DSC01181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Ryxx5eilF0I/AAAAAAAAAws/fySp_nb_320/s1600-h/DSC01184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128599307932735298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Ryxx5eilF0I/AAAAAAAAAws/fySp_nb_320/s320/DSC01184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Ryxxb-ilFzI/AAAAAAAAAwk/Y7UFnZzH5-s/s1600-h/DSC01232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128598801126594354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Ryxxb-ilFzI/AAAAAAAAAwk/Y7UFnZzH5-s/s320/DSC01232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I asked him to &lt;em&gt;"sayaaaang chicken" &lt;/em&gt;and he did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RyxxEuilFyI/AAAAAAAAAwc/8uYoNqBTlxQ/s1600-h/DSC01235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128598401694635810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RyxxEuilFyI/AAAAAAAAAwc/8uYoNqBTlxQ/s320/DSC01235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. I love batchmates!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128597628600522514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RyxwXuilFxI/AAAAAAAAAwU/MDspDoZlkro/s320/DSCN2649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128597504046470914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RyxwQeilFwI/AAAAAAAAAwM/zC0u89x1j48/s320/DSCN2613-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Mr Mat didnt turn out gay. 8/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-8345262360216471007?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/8345262360216471007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=8345262360216471007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/8345262360216471007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/8345262360216471007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/11/pictures-1.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RyyC7eilGJI/AAAAAAAAAzM/LF3SLM2GPH0/s72-c/sec3satrtc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-2007505714499814492</id><published>2007-11-02T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T06:42:04.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Today marked the last day of being sec3.&lt;br /&gt;2. Today wasn't fun and last days of schools are supposed to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;3. Today I had angklung till 3.30 even though school ended way earlier.&lt;br /&gt;4. Today made me realise even more that &lt;em&gt;I do not want to grow up&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt; I do not want to be Sec4&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;I do not want to go to RJ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;5. Today I felt a dot or maybe a few dots of affection for the school xD Even after all that shit, maybe I do love the freaking school deep deep deep deep deep down (gotta dig dig dig). Or maybe it's just Unite. Heh that cheer always gets to me. Whatever it is, I'd miss rg super duperly because I dread jc ):&lt;br /&gt;6. Today me filz syah diy sang &lt;strong&gt;Since Youve Been Gone&lt;/strong&gt; with penuh expression next to the sewing room. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;7. Today I had tuition straight after angklung and we did math and it was horrible. I am back to hating math. Talk about &lt;em&gt;FRESH STARTS AND NEW DAUNS MAN&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;8. Today my tuition teacher claimed that malay pineapple tarts beat chinese pineapple tarts (shes chinese) and ate 6 of our sujees!&lt;br /&gt;9. Today I decided not to jalan raya.&lt;br /&gt;10. Today is Friday and yesterday was&lt;strong&gt; thursday&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; where is gossip girl episode 7??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[Edit]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Taken from Diy's blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'zaff says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i forgot to add we saw the hottest bunch ofguys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;diy- says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'll add that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa. They were walking around far east, spreading the heat.&lt;br /&gt;I'll make that highlight of the day, aside from singing kelly clarkson at the top of our emo lungs outside above the koi pond. &gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hoho yes yes that was was funny &amp;amp; apparently moo saw them too but she wasnt with us so she smsed me. Girlies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-2007505714499814492?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/2007505714499814492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=2007505714499814492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/2007505714499814492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/2007505714499814492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/11/1.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-9196869551656148588</id><published>2007-10-31T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T05:09:10.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BIOLOGY:&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you right-handed or left-handed?&lt;br /&gt;A: Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you ever had anything removed from your body?&lt;br /&gt;A: No! But I always wanted to say "one time, I got ______this removed from my body" Quite cool right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : A heavy item you last lifted?&lt;br /&gt;A: Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you ever been unconscious?&lt;br /&gt;A: Never. Is it fun? Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULLCRAPOLOGY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die?&lt;br /&gt;A: Not really. I'd worry so much I wouldnt ever be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: If you could change your name, what would you change it to?&lt;br /&gt;A: I like alot of names but I'm happy with mine(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What color looks best on you?&lt;br /&gt;A: TAK TAU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you ever swallowed a non-food item by mistake?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yeah tissue mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you ever saved someone's life?&lt;br /&gt;A: I wish. I hope to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Has someone ever saved yours?&lt;br /&gt;A: Last time Siska &amp;amp; me got quite carried away surfing in Bali then we went to the area with the skull sign and we drifted really far away and the current was really strong and her hands slipped away from mine and we swallowed loads of seawater then my father came diving in with all his clothes to save us :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUMBOLOGY :&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is in your left pocket?&lt;br /&gt;A: No pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is Napoleon Dynamite a good movie?&lt;br /&gt;A: Havent watched that damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many flip flops do you own?&lt;br /&gt;A: 2 pairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What would you be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;A: Explorer. I want to all around the world and explore unknown places and record my whole experience :D But explorers dont get paid do they. Or maybe a chef. yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTOLOGY:&lt;br /&gt;Q: Friend you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;A: Moo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Last person who called you?&lt;br /&gt;A: Hanis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : Person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;A: Sixuan. I was hugging her to stop myself from falling (we went iceskating) but we fell anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Have you ever really cried your heart out?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Have you ever cried on your friend's shoulder?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04 . Do you cry when you get an injury?&lt;br /&gt;If really really painful ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY SECTION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Are you a happy person?&lt;br /&gt;I suppose, but I'm not alwaaaaaays happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02 . What makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;Family&amp;amp;Friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Is being happy overrated?&lt;br /&gt;Naw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Can music make you happy?&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Music can change my mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE SECTION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. How many times have you had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;Broken is pretty strong. So no siree. Hurt's more like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Anyone besides your friends/family ever said they loved you?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03 . Have you ever told someone you loved them?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RELATIONSHIP SECTION:&lt;br /&gt;01. Single?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Are you happy with it?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Do you have feelings for anyone?&lt;br /&gt;ooooooh MAYBEH, MAYBEH NOT. *chuckles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HATE SECTION:&lt;br /&gt;01. Who do you actually hate?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Have you ever made a hit list?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Are you a mean bully?&lt;br /&gt;I don't bully people okay! Eh I bully Roy alot. Ohman sorry roy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Have you ever been on a hit list?&lt;br /&gt;Cannot be la! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVER:&lt;br /&gt;[x] ridden in a taxi&lt;br /&gt;[ ] jumped a ramp on a bike &lt;em&gt;hahahahahhaha i cant ride a bike&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] been used&lt;br /&gt;[ ] been fired&lt;br /&gt;[ ] fired a real gun &lt;em&gt;i want to!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] celebrated New Year's in Times Square or Disney World &lt;em&gt;i'd love to!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;[ ] celebrated Mardi-Gras in New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;[x] been to Europe&lt;br /&gt;[x] been to Australia&lt;br /&gt;[ ] been to Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;[ ] played Clue&lt;br /&gt;[x ] had a sleepover&lt;br /&gt;[x] gone ice-skating&lt;br /&gt;[ ] had your tonsils out&lt;br /&gt;[ ] have/had a TRUCK&lt;br /&gt;[ ] driven a car&lt;br /&gt;[ ] totaled a car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY WEARING:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Clothes?&lt;br /&gt;My pjs which says wishing you a pleasant night. I like my pjs. It's blue and grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Shorts?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Shoes?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Underwear?&lt;br /&gt;Y'think??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Necklace?&lt;br /&gt;Why would I wear a necklace at night? Ceh maybe some people do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Hugged someone?&lt;br /&gt;Loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Been on the phone until the sun came up?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Put a song on repeat for more than an hour?&lt;br /&gt;Uhhuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Last person you talked to in person?&lt;br /&gt;Moo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Person you last talked to online?&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to Tas &amp;amp; Iqah &amp;amp; Bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Hanis. Eh you asked me this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Person you talked to on text?&lt;br /&gt;Hanis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Person who made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;I dont rmb the last person that made me laugh but maybe moo cause I was in the mrt with her and you just have to laugh when you're with the mooster. I rmb laughing aloooot during iceskating till I lost balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Person you messaged over Friendster?&lt;br /&gt;I don't do friendster messages heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Last time you took a shower?&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER :&lt;br /&gt;01. What kind of shampoo do u use?&lt;br /&gt;Herbal essence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Do you get along with your parents?&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Do you have mental breakdowns?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT :&lt;br /&gt;01. Current Mood: Fine.&lt;br /&gt;02. Current hair: Untied and curly and messy and I want a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;03. Current Thing You Ought To Be Doing Right Now? : Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;04. Current Windows open?: Radioblogclub, youtube, blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long never do meme. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UGLY &lt;/span&gt;is the new swear word.&lt;/strong&gt; I shall not say it nor think it, be it directed to other people or myself. &lt;em&gt;Especially&lt;/em&gt; myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-9196869551656148588?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/9196869551656148588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=9196869551656148588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/9196869551656148588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/9196869551656148588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/10/biology-q-are-you-right-handed-or-left.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-5144614830103890191</id><published>2007-10-29T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T07:37:06.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;306, we so power!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RyXsmeilFuI/AAAAAAAAAv8/lkji_Ch7uyo/s1600-h/DSC02175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126766164351194866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RyXuqeilFvI/AAAAAAAAAwE/bVvlA4v_abE/s320/DSC02197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126763896608462562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RyXsmeilFuI/AAAAAAAAAv8/lkji_Ch7uyo/s320/DSC02175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;306 didnt lose a single netball game (drew 2 only) (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;got 1st for cheer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;got 3rd for banner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; that makes us &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OVERALL CHAMPIONS FOR NETCARN '07 :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126728914099836626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RyXMyOilFtI/AAAAAAAAAv0/GblrTkvojYE/s320/DSC02171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I absolutely love 306.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the most awesome class in the history of awesome classes and I love all my classmates because they're so cool and funny and power and we rock so so so so sooooo much I might sound a little bit action here but who cares I'm gonna be with the same awesome classmates again next year and I'm very very very happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, players you guys were SO EXTREMELY PRO I love you all! :D Ruici you are the ultimate heroooooooooo, you rock! Dew&amp;amp;Debby were omg so freaking pro and scored so many times and jumped so highh and were unbeatable! Moo&amp;amp;Yingxiang such pro and sexy defenders woohoooooo! Duck &amp;amp; Charlotte super pro super proooo! &amp;amp; Leanna &amp;amp; Boey played really well too!  Xiner Weesian Iqah totally proved themselves to be cili padis very very gooooood :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fellow cheerers were super enthu and greattttt &amp;amp; scorers were equally awesome! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;306 owned 2007 yeah (: shubab shubab!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;THREE SIX BOMBastic&lt;br /&gt;Very fantastic&lt;br /&gt;Charging up static&lt;br /&gt;A little bit spastic&lt;br /&gt;Totallehhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every little game we play&lt;br /&gt;We get better everyday&lt;br /&gt;Cos we know that we are the best (&lt;em&gt;the best&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the rest&lt;br /&gt;When we start to play our tricks&lt;br /&gt;And merge all our cliques&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? (&lt;em&gt;what what)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s gonna be six.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Class lunch costed $372.87 in total heehee!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-5144614830103890191?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/5144614830103890191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=5144614830103890191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/5144614830103890191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/5144614830103890191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/10/306-we-so-power-306-didnt-lose-single.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RyXuqeilFvI/AAAAAAAAAwE/bVvlA4v_abE/s72-c/DSC02197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-386667870608621034</id><published>2007-10-27T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T20:17:18.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's Ayah's birthday! I haven't gotten him something and although it's not compulsory to get him something I feel I should get him something because I've been such a bad bad daughter. I've been a bad bad everything this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway batchraya turned out to be really really really fun cause I've got the best batchmates ever, my batchmates own yours (: We jalan raya in sch u how rayaspirited is that but we did it togetherrrr. Mr Mat's was so funny sheila teared. We revealed quite alot at that house x) Then gossip girl fans watched gossip girl at Filz's. THAT EPISODE WAS AWESOME I LOVE DAN!&lt;br /&gt;Second day was more interesting! because Abu's sister resembles her too much and we named Syah's new scietific ball-like thingy after a certain person close to Syah's heart :D Then we met Hanah! &amp;amp; her adorable little brother Aiman! We had really good food at Iqah's (your mum rocks ah iqah!) and we watched cerita hantu which got us screaming and rather freaked but Syah's parents sent us home thank you syah's parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my head throbbed like DONGDONGDONG. Syah&amp;amp;Diy&amp;amp;I still went for angklung cause we are turning over our new dauns and I miss playing angklung anyway. Anyway I felt like my head was detached from my brain (does that make sense no it doesnt) and I was really wooooozy. Maybe it's because of all the late nights and laughing and sheila screaming into my ear during the cerita hantu and the exhaustion of post-school raya. On thursday we raya-ed after interclass games okay! Which was really tiring cause we played rugby and no pe lesson was as tiring as that match we played although it lasted for 10 min only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of interclass games, 306 rocked rugby (: We wanted to play more games but no time. We didnt even practise like the other classes did but I'd say we did mighty fiiiine. It was funny we kept shouting and pausing to see if there was an echo. I love 306 loads loads loads, we so power (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now I gotta get a cake for ayah toodledoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-386667870608621034?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/386667870608621034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=386667870608621034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/386667870608621034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/386667870608621034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/10/todays-ayahs-birthday-i-havent-gotten.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-4387782754588297865</id><published>2007-10-22T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T22:44:29.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blogging's getting really stale.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pkK2pfRSuqo&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pkK2pfRSuqo&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I MISS CAAAAAAKE. I miss term 2 when I sat with iqah&amp;amp;esther and we sang their songs.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XtUAPKAjC3M&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XtUAPKAjC3M&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My woodland creature (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Blue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="290" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/VFQq3K0fEh/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/VFQq3K0fEh/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="290" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not at school! But I'm bored. Boredboredboredboringboringboring. At least I'm not at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I forgot my facebook password shittums.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-4387782754588297865?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/4387782754588297865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=4387782754588297865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/4387782754588297865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/4387782754588297865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/10/bloggings-getting-really-stale.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-7403773518471232419</id><published>2007-10-18T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T08:29:43.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122637658129086338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="286" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RxdDzyXSt4I/AAAAAAAAAr8/f_ff933UjSU/s320/gapppp.jpg" width="371" border="0" /&gt; We walked into Gap, went into the kids' dressing room and ta-daaaaaa. Then we walked out coolly. If anyone asked, we'd say we thought the room was another shop. Heehe anyway! taking selekeh pics is fun! WE DONT MIND LOOKING SHITTY. Hah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122638761935681426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RxdE0CXSt5I/AAAAAAAAAsE/VT35JJt9DJ0/s320/DSC01899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Let's make a a gross face!" &amp;amp; then we smiled sememekly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(okay brb Im going jalan raya)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Back!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That was the MOST HUMILIATING JALAN RAYA EVER. Ever ever ever ever ever. If you were me, you'd wanna shoot yourself. I could have died in that house. If I didnt love my cousin so much, I'd have shot her too. I swear to never make eye contact with kak yaya over anything (even a cute guy in the room). It leads to dangerous consequencessssss D: Her mulut damn laserrr omg. Damn laser and LOUD. My one big jingbang of aunts was there laughing at me MY DAD WAS THERE how memalukan is thaaaat. I shall keep my freaking thoughts to myself next time. Maybe I was obvious! :\ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Zaff zaff zaff you are such a LOSER. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-7403773518471232419?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/7403773518471232419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=7403773518471232419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/7403773518471232419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/7403773518471232419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/10/we-walked-into-gap-went-into-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RxdDzyXSt4I/AAAAAAAAAr8/f_ff933UjSU/s72-c/gapppp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-2199104111747357809</id><published>2007-10-15T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T09:51:50.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Raya was a blast (: A lot of food, a lot of noise, a whole lotta love. I love my family so much, on both sides. (: Both are equally noisy, funny, awesome &amp;amp; outrageously merepek. Maybe I'll post pictures all at once. I need to develop the photos taken 3 years ago or something. We did 2 houses today but before that there was 306 gathering at sixuan's! Iqah&amp;amp;me used a freaking map to get there okay, but damn fun! Adventure konon! Anyway, I always have fun with sixers so yes I had a very good time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121601875226048370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RxOVxSXSt3I/AAAAAAAAAr0/yLJPr1lE8xY/s320/ensemble,+c%27est+tout.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I wanna watch this so bad! Guillaume Canet's in it. He's a yummy guy. He acted in jeux d'enfants!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ANSGtAe3m2/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ANSGtAe3m2/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Corny song, but me loike. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ayah said " From now on (meaning after exams SAHAJA) you can do whatever you want!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Woah, but I took it as you can stay up as late as you want doing anything you want = watching tv/using the comp. Aiseyman such variety eh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lazing around at home is boring. But! it beats being in school. I would rather be bored sick than see that building and be in that building and mug in that building.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay je veux se coucher, au revoir. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-2199104111747357809?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/2199104111747357809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=2199104111747357809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/2199104111747357809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/2199104111747357809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/10/raya-was-blast-lot-of-food-lot-of-noise.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RxOVxSXSt3I/AAAAAAAAAr0/yLJPr1lE8xY/s72-c/ensemble,+c%27est+tout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-7703520737726022111</id><published>2007-10-12T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T04:55:37.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to all the muslims out there &lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-7703520737726022111?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/7703520737726022111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=7703520737726022111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/7703520737726022111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/7703520737726022111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/10/finally-selamat-hari-raya-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-2025455378863797994</id><published>2007-10-11T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T08:18:55.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I'm back! My hands itchy so MUST DO SOMETHING. I should go watch antm now but nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to say! that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE MY BATCHMATES :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though we spent our time together mugging of all things, you guys made it so fun. Tampines library and the old man and the long talk we had after zuhur at ghufran in our telekungs and esplanade library and the rooftop and today at geylang. (Sheika&amp;amp;I got henna!) Plus all the stupid stuff we do or the funniest stuff you guys say. You people make me laugh like shit. Oooh and our dirty little secret in RTC which &lt;em&gt;noone &lt;/em&gt;will ever see (I hope). I couldn't have better batchmates okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watching Gossip Girl! The people are perfect, kinda. Not that I wanna be perfect. I wanna erase my flaws and all but OKAY WHATEVER. Dah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyeah ohyeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because &lt;strong&gt;perfection is a noble gas!&lt;/strong&gt; (as syah said once)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-2025455378863797994?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/2025455378863797994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=2025455378863797994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/2025455378863797994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/2025455378863797994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/10/okay-im-back-my-hands-itchy-so-must-do.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-7004931074211860055</id><published>2007-10-11T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T07:04:37.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's only been one day, &amp;amp; boy,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; tastes so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D closer to raya, closer to raya! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAAAAAAAAAAN! xoxo ho ho ho. &lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this whole noone-can-scold-me-for-watching-vids-because-my-exams-are-over thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-7004931074211860055?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/7004931074211860055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=7004931074211860055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/7004931074211860055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/7004931074211860055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-only-been-one-day-boy-freedom.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-4279080590274528572</id><published>2007-10-08T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T02:40:37.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 MORE PAPERS TO GO IM SO EXCITED IM SURE I WONT BE ABLE TO CONCENTRATE ON MALAY AND MATH BUT WTH! IM MADLY EXCITED MAD I TELL YOU. I LOVE THE MINUTE THE TEACHERS SAY PUT YOUR PENS DOWN BECAUSE THAT MARKS THE END OF THAT SUBJECT AND I CAN STRIKE IT OFF MY LIST OF EXAMS. CAN YOU BELIEVE IM 3 DAYS AWAY FROM TOTAL FREEDOM AND THE ABILITY TO DO WHATEVER I LIKE (except pon school everyday that one cannot la) AND ENJOY RAYA AND EAT ALOT AND GO OUT AND SPEND RAYA MONEY AND SLEEP AND STASH AWAY ALL THE DUMB BOOKS THAT HAVE TORTURED ME THIS WHOLE YEAR. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HO_4HjhmKJs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HO_4HjhmKJs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes when you have nothing to do! you go on youtube and watch stuff youve watched so many times before and that means wasting your time (which could be spent memorising peribahasas) doing sometime so unproductive. but actually! unproductive things give &lt;s&gt;us&lt;/s&gt; me the most pleasure so I shall continue doing this till I realise the danger of my situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heeheehee, today Syah Liy Diy Moo &amp;amp; I went on a long bus ride to Chuachukang and took the mrt to jurong then changed train to ride along the long long long stretch of green to our eastern abodesss. All because it was raining in orchard. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-4279080590274528572?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/4279080590274528572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=4279080590274528572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/4279080590274528572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/4279080590274528572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/10/2-more-papers-to-go-im-so-excited-im.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-8610568019725486205</id><published>2007-10-03T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T04:39:16.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;Exams officially start tmr!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good luck friends, batchmates &amp;amp; my sixers (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sZWihR4kLX8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sZWihR4kLX8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Boys like Girls version!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4 MORE PAPERS TO FREEDOM.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-8610568019725486205?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/8610568019725486205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=8610568019725486205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/8610568019725486205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/8610568019725486205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/10/exams-officially-start-tmr-good-luck.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-9022352299438878460</id><published>2007-09-27T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T08:07:39.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jengjengjengggg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;French (aujourd'hui!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Malay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Math&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[/edit]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Omg Friday the 28th was hilarious Moo you are da bombbb Im still laughing like shit even now We're so traumatized we've got funny dreams but your dream beats mine by a mil You look hot today Moo so take the stairs take the stairs! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My bestfriends are so funny alamak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-9022352299438878460?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/9022352299438878460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=9022352299438878460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/9022352299438878460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/9022352299438878460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/09/jengjengjengggg.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-6647426524370514137</id><published>2007-09-25T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T04:56:43.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got 4 more school days (tomorrow, thursday, tuesday, wednesday) till EYAs and I am downright scared for everything, every subject, every paper.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114107079985117010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 344px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="365" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rvj1SyXSt1I/AAAAAAAAArk/7VpBTl_2rYU/s320/cartoon1.jpg" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wish I could just do that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-6647426524370514137?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/6647426524370514137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=6647426524370514137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/6647426524370514137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/6647426524370514137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-got-4-more-school-days-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rvj1SyXSt1I/AAAAAAAAArk/7VpBTl_2rYU/s72-c/cartoon1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-910580398324452481</id><published>2007-09-15T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T20:48:20.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ATUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-910580398324452481?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/910580398324452481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=910580398324452481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/910580398324452481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/910580398324452481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/09/hi-atus.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-436344939353776285</id><published>2007-09-12T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T06:43:33.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rufo5SLmoXI/AAAAAAAAArc/jFhsDbmy9OY/s1600-h/french1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109308373105811826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rufo5SLmoXI/AAAAAAAAArc/jFhsDbmy9OY/s320/french1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Orale was horrible, the worst orale in the the history of orales! But the examiner was super nice, he looks like Mr Bean so I felt a sense of comfort. My grammar was gross and I mumbled through some of the words. I had to restart my summary cause I was lifting. He even said "Zafirah zafirah" with his hands all. He was so nice I want him next year! I was surprised he didnt puke with disgust at my lack of sensible french words. I sighed alot and gave him a pathetic smile at the end like silently saying sorry for being such a disgrace to the language! Heh. My french is in serious trouble which I think I can fix but maybe next year la. I'll just mug enough to pass the final this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I WANT TO GO TO FRANCE AND SPEAK FRENCH FLUENTLY AND HAVE A SEXY FRENCH ACCENT LIKE THOSE FRENCH GIRLS HEHE AND BE ABLE TO HAVE A CASUAL CONVERSATION WITH A FRENCH NATIVE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;French people were so eeeyur last time! Like Louis XVI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Examiner: Est-ce que tu pense Singapour est dangereux? (SOMETHING LIKE THAT)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: Uhhhh oui....non....oui....non.....NON. Mais (but).... mais....mais.....okay nvm NON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*he looks at me sympathetically&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;TSK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That over, besok puasa! :D&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/27032183-436344939353776285?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/436344939353776285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=436344939353776285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/436344939353776285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/436344939353776285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/09/orale-was-horrible-worst-orale-in-the.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rufo5SLmoXI/AAAAAAAAArc/jFhsDbmy9OY/s72-c/french1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-8746138860327871800</id><published>2007-09-10T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T08:08:27.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whispers his secrets into his cheap guitar says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want to not care anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, sometimes we all give up caring. But if everyone stopped caring then what would happen to the world! Buuuuuut if &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; stopped caring, I know my life would be much much more troubled because I believe in you yes. Chin up &amp; smile! Cause zaff loves you very much :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aww mushy. &lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEW MORE WEEKS I CAN DO THIS EVERYONE CAN DO THIS YAY POWER.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-8746138860327871800?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/8746138860327871800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=8746138860327871800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/8746138860327871800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/8746138860327871800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/09/whispers-his-secrets-into-his-cheap.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-6438112389982133158</id><published>2007-09-09T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T08:27:40.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG HSM2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love All For One!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Y9dbAQMHy0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Y9dbAQMHy0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas was so cute, Zac was so hot, Vanessa was so chio, Ashley's got nice legs TAK FAIR, Corbin was so cool and everyone was so dancey and coolcoolcool and dont you dare call me childish :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of Term 4 tmr! Oh the horroooooor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-6438112389982133158?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/6438112389982133158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=6438112389982133158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/6438112389982133158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/6438112389982133158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/09/omg-hsm2.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-4082612202519817074</id><published>2007-09-08T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T19:31:01.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Lkaw7AUVcL/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Lkaw7AUVcL/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heh, so weird! And boring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think Rihanna looks like a cross between a bapok and a minah. Really. But chio. Chio minah bapok. Kurang asam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Siapa takde kerja angkat tangan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yknow if there were two of me, one of me would glare at the other one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHAT THE HELL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If one of me read this, she'd raise her eyebrows at the other one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OKAY I SHOULD GET OUTTA HERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-4082612202519817074?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/4082612202519817074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=4082612202519817074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/4082612202519817074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/4082612202519817074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/09/heh-so-weird-and-boring-i-think-rihanna.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-2415854931810044294</id><published>2007-09-07T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T00:29:02.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there's gotta be more than wanting more;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ayah had a talk with me yesterday, a nice talk, not the usual. He says I gotta work to achieve my dreams and I can't wait around for something to happen cause it won't budge if I continue on like this. Then he says I gotta be different and try experiencing new things and rebel if I want! I asked him what he meant by rebel so he gave examples like wearing pink socks to school and having cornrows in my hair. Then I was like "Ya Allah..." but he said who cares! Then he showed me this photoalbum and told me that when he was 23 or something he went on a trip to Nepal all by himself for 1 and a half months to climb this hill. By hitchhiking most of the time from singapore to johore to batu pahat to godknowswhere to langkawi to burma to bangkok then to nepal. No plane! He rented a motorcycle in Langkawi and drove all night around the island. And he had no place to sleep in Bangkok so he slept at a busstop. In Nepal he stayed with some commoners in their village. Then in Burma he met this arab girl who was very friendly and asked him to go to bangkok to visit her family and meet her boyfriend. She said her boyfriend was buddhist so her parents disapproved of him. Ayah has a picture of her boyfriend and her family! Anyway her family welcomed him in bangkok with this feast and he said it was one of the best meals he ever had. Then he made friends with a french couple and they rode elephants together. And he visited the birthplace of Buddha! And he met some opium smokers in this village and took a picture of one of them, with his eyes all misty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thing is, Ayah did all this with only 3 pieces of underwear, a pair of jeans, 2 shirts, some money, sunglasses and a mousy bag. For one and a half months. He said by the time he reached the mountain he wanted to climb, he had no money so he had to go home soon after. I asked him why he decided to go alone. He said noone really wanted to go and he was tired of waiting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107729941870505218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="335" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RuJNUfnRbQI/AAAAAAAAArU/94Mcnl82_54/s320/scan0002.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;So we spent an hour going over every photo and I listened to all his stories about the people he met and the stuff he did. And my mum was constantly saying "I married that handsome man...".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inside I'm thinking, I never knew Ayah was so cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-2415854931810044294?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/2415854931810044294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=2415854931810044294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/2415854931810044294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/2415854931810044294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/09/theres-gotta-be-more-than-wanting-more.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RuJNUfnRbQI/AAAAAAAAArU/94Mcnl82_54/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-130432845804359668</id><published>2007-09-05T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T21:55:48.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here comes september;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I shall blog about Selangor(which was great!) when I have the time to cause I will wanna post tons of pics and pics are with the rest and there's just simply no time now because we've all got so many things to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh my specs broke on the bus btw): They can be fixed so no new specs pour moi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, I realised from the many many things that have happened that I shouldnt judge a person by what other people say because they tend to be exaggerated and well, untrue. I've been quite influenced by what people say throughout these years and I think I prefer using my own head from now on and getting to know the person well enough first before making any assumptions since I have no right to in the first place. There've been quite a number of times where I've believed that certain people were a certain way or possessed a certain bad characteristic but end up liking the person in the end after getting to know him/her. And I don't bitch much, really, but I do listen to a lot of gossip and bad stuff that I know I shouldnt be listening to. Bitching about a person you don't really know is really your loss actually, because it could cost you a friend. And friends don't come easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mmhm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, hmm I'm now thinking I should just work hard till week 4 then it will all be over and no more stress no more unhappiness. But the time I have is way wayy to short, just look at the bloody holidays. I want to live in a kampung because times passes so slowly there compared to here, which means you get to appreciate every moment longer and bask in its happiness. While here, happy moments come and go in such a short period of time. Sigh. I've got a lot of work to do but my brain is stubbornly not working. I'm not making any attempt to start doing anything productive nor has my whole body understood that I've got exams and pts to work for and if I don't do well in them, I might as well just quit right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday I had tuition, as a way to welcome me back to singapore. And, my tuition teacher asked me, after many attempts to revive my memory of redox reactions, &lt;strong&gt;if I ever went to school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think that means something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-130432845804359668?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/130432845804359668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=130432845804359668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/130432845804359668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/130432845804359668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/09/here-comes-september-i-shall-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-7131488790652784888</id><published>2007-08-29T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T07:28:58.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alamak stop it with the panasness!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perempuan datang atas nama cinta&lt;br /&gt;Bunda pergi karena cinta&lt;br /&gt;Digenangi air racun jingga adalah wajahmu&lt;br /&gt;Seperti bulan lelap tidur dihatimu&lt;br /&gt;Yang berdinding kelam dan kedinginan&lt;br /&gt;Ada apa dengannya&lt;br /&gt;Meninggalkan hati untuk dicaci&lt;br /&gt;Baru sekali ini aku melihat karya surga dalam mata seorang hawa&lt;br /&gt;Ada apa dengan cinta&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku pasti akan kembali&lt;br /&gt;Dalam satu purnama&lt;br /&gt;Untuk mempertanyakan kembali cintanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bukan untuknya&lt;br /&gt;Bukan untuk siapa&lt;br /&gt;Tapi untukku&lt;br /&gt;Karena aku ingin kamu&lt;br /&gt;Itu saja&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RANGGA &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-7131488790652784888?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/7131488790652784888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=7131488790652784888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/7131488790652784888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/7131488790652784888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/08/alamak-stop-it-with-panasness-perempuan.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-1909352477800485443</id><published>2007-08-27T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T06:30:27.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Run and tell that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PcFEOZlU4Ow"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PcFEOZlU4Ow" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Omg Elijah Kelley! :D :D :D SO FREAKING COOL. And the part where he flirts with Penny 8) If you can dance like him, I'll love you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The blacker the berry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sweeter the juice &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could say it ain't so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But darlin', what's the use? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The darker the chocolate &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The richer the taste &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that's where it's at...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...now run and tell that!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eh it sucks being an only child and hyperventilating like an idiot alone without having someone to shake and dance and scream with. AH WHATEVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ladies Choice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QVcCQj0zcnQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QVcCQj0zcnQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You cant stop the beat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OouJzpbnGbU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OouJzpbnGbU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good morning baltimore, Ugly Betty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XbV9DHMberM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XbV9DHMberM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So you think you can dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BwCnRSgGfYA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BwCnRSgGfYA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Donyelle and Benji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m7s8AahYuhM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m7s8AahYuhM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Without Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WVcSNIHJpA8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WVcSNIHJpA8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love this song love it love it love it (are you annoyed by me? xD). Elijah can sing so well! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is like the seasons with &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No summer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is rock 'n' roll without &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A drummer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause without love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is like a beat that you can't follow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is Doris Day at the Apollo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darling, I'll be yours forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I never wanna be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So darling, never set me free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is like a prom that won't invite us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life's getting my big break and laryngitis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life's a '45' when you can't buy it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is like my mother on a diet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a week that's only Mondays&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only ice cream, never sundaes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a circle with no center&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a door marked "do not enter!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darling I'll be yours forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I never wanna be... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay nvm you dont have to watch the vids(: Go watch the movie first!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh shittums gotta so something productive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-1909352477800485443?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/1909352477800485443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=1909352477800485443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/1909352477800485443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/1909352477800485443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/08/run-and-tell-that-omg-elijah-kelley-d-d.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-2030233012064865171</id><published>2007-08-26T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T10:21:03.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Warning: This post may contain fangirling and itchiness so you might get annoyed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be midnight soon but I gotta blog I gotta because....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY WAS FREAKING AWESOME! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I declare yesterday Itchy Day. Too bad Moo didnt bring her Mopiko eh Moo? You needed it when you saw Mister Old School! (You should have seen moo hyperventilate) (And when my knees buckled under the sight of Mr Skateboard who didnt donate but was still hot up close) (But Mister Old School lagi panas ah he looked Latino according to Esther, the 3 of us stopped specially for him but he went the other way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hairspray! :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg you gotta watch it! If you dont watch it, youre losing out on the most feel-good dance movie ever! It's not some cheesy musical like HSM (which I still watch heehee), it's really niiiiiiiice! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cast was absolutely great! I always thought &lt;strong&gt;Zac Efron&lt;/strong&gt; was cute but too normal jocky type but ZAC IS DAMN HOT. DAMN HOT I SAY. His fringe! And now Im watching Hairspray interviews on Youtube and Zac looks ohmygod fabulous. :D And watching him dance and sing and wink. Damn sexy! I usually dont swoon over Zac but I did during Hairspray. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butbutbut my absolute favourite would be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seaweed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! (They dont have much interviews with Elijah Kelley!): Oh and he was in Take the Lead!) I crush Seaweed ohmygawdddd. He's the best la! He can dance really really really really well, with all the cool moves and slides. And when he kissed Amanda Bynes I wanted to faint with with with SOMETHING. (Cant think of a word) It was so romantic and cool and cool and cool. Seaweed rocks I love Seaweed Seaweed should have more interviews on Youtube! HE DANCES SUPER WELL OKAY SUPER WELL! Made my heart go &lt;em&gt;thumpthumpthump&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanda Bynes&lt;/strong&gt; was so chio and so cute and I loved her hair, I didnt know she could sing, &lt;strong&gt;Michelle Pfeiffer&lt;/strong&gt; and Brittany Snow were chio bitches xD, &lt;strong&gt;Queen Latifah&lt;/strong&gt; was da bomb, &lt;strong&gt;Christpher Walken&lt;/strong&gt; was sucha funny old man &amp; &lt;strong&gt;John Travolta&lt;/strong&gt; was awesome :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nikki Blonsky!&lt;/strong&gt; is so pro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and she's pretty! She's sucha good dancer and I just watched this video where she kissed Zac woah man anyway Nikki should be on more movies, she's super talented that girl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dancers were damn pro and I wish I could dance like them. I wanna live in the 60s and have big hair! The song&amp;amp;dance items were very nice, I loved them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie Boey, Aida, Iqah, Nora, Dew, Weesian &amp; me went to take pictures with the huge fake hairspray tin outside the cinema! We were damn noisy during the movie btw, swooning loudly like noone's business and clapping our hands. One whole row of us screaming like little idiots. Then, we found out we were divided into two teams, &lt;strong&gt;Team Zac&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Team Seaweed&lt;/strong&gt;. I was on Team Seaweed la of course (: Ohyeah we were noisy while taking photos too, hmm such lack of situational awareness. But very good company indeed (:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103059993864793330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RtG2BvnRbPI/AAAAAAAAArM/dMNKsRAn4Z4/s320/DSC01295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103050828404583634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RtGtsPnRbNI/AAAAAAAAAq8/u2a2xMJsoJQ/s320/DSC01305.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103051618678566114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RtGuaPnRbOI/AAAAAAAAArE/vR6SXwgjDAg/s320/DSC01306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103050042425568450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="288" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RtGs-fnRbMI/AAAAAAAAAq0/WDwRvAd1y1A/s320/hairspray!.jpg" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please please watch it, so worth the 9.50. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cableskiing! :) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHHHHH Cableskiing is the best, I shall come (Pause: Im watching Without Love clip and Im shaking in my seat. Omg Zac's hair!!!) to East Coast with Siska every month and we will master kneeboarding then move on to wakeboarding them move on to the cool stunts! Ceh, but that's our goal, bestfriend &amp; me. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My arms are so damn weak now, it aches like hell but it's a good achy feeling! Cableskiing is so cool, it shall be my favourite sport, for now. Heheh and I dont even take part in sports. It looks okay but it's damn hard, I fell with my wakeboard IN FRONT OF PEOPLE around 7 times. Then I changed to the kneeboard and I got as far as the first bend but I couldnt master turning so that shall be my aim next time! I was so annoyed I couldnt turn because I was concentrating and pulling the rope as hard as I could but I still ended up overturning and swallowing huge gulps of seawater. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And and and! The people who do it are so pro. I watch them openmouthed in awe like &lt;em&gt;I wanna do that &lt;/em&gt;and it was really humiliating to fall in front of them but they were nice (: Btw, all of them are hot and caucasian :D Theyve all got hot bodies and and hot legs beneath their board shorts! Itchyitchyitchy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103046301509053602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RtGpkvnRbKI/AAAAAAAAAqk/8H2TK7GsaLw/s320/DSC01312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at him look! Haha thank god my mum didnt catch me taking this picture, she'd kill me. But I think she heard Sis &amp; I mutter&lt;em&gt; so hot so hot&lt;/em&gt; excitedly quite a few times. Oh btw, this guy speaks french. FRENCH. My mata terbeliak when he uttered those french words to his brother. *inserts dreamy smile. He's damn pro, he rides a wakeboard with shoes not the slip-ons which means he's really pro. And he's a teenager, &lt;strong&gt;a teenager.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103045455400496274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RtGozfnRbJI/AAAAAAAAAqc/UGpruXuHnUA/s320/DSC01314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sis: Omg I cant do this. This is baaaaad. Ive got a boyfrienddddd. (Looks at hot people, then looks away painfully)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: I can (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toldyou it was Itchy Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103041950707182706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RtGlnfnRbHI/AAAAAAAAAqM/WAEMkkeBSjs/s320/DSC01318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103043449650769026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RtGm-vnRbII/AAAAAAAAAqU/CEx5rvIYeZs/s320/DSC01317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103040550547844194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RtGkV_nRbGI/AAAAAAAAAqE/ah97SJqeKcc/s320/DSC01333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103038561977986130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RtGiiPnRbFI/AAAAAAAAAp8/y2qfgOOfyAg/s320/DSC01332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sad when the hour was up but then Sis &amp; I went to bathe and the toilet had this open shower concept which was really cool yknow. Could hear the music pumping outside clearly and there was noone else in the toilet. And! there were like plants popping from outside and stuff so it was nice. The toiet was beside a bushy area or something. We took full advantage of open shower and started dancing to the music and stuff. I love my bestfriend :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We didnt want to change undies so we just put on our clean shirts over our wet boardshorts and wet undermajigs. My mum would have scolded me if Sis didnt do it too. Haha then we walked barefooted all the way to the eating place and had really good satay &amp;amp;amp; kwayteow &amp;amp; nasigoreng. The man thought we mandi hujan but noooooo :D Walking barefooted all wet and nice smelling on bare pavement with the taste of saltwater stuck in your throat watching my parents hold hands up ahead and talking to your bestfriend is a nice feeling. I liked that feeling. After dinner we walked again down the row of lampposts and tried taking emo pictures but the camera failed on us so we ended up not taking the picture we had so painstakingly planned to look near-cool. Wanted to sleepover but her dad didnt let so maybe next time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next Cableskiing date: Sept Hols. I can't wait :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OKAY NOW IT'S ALMOST ONE THERE'S SCHOOL TMR WHY OH WHY CANT I JUST STAY HOME MEMORISING HAIRSPRAY SONGS BUT I GOTTA GO GOODNIGHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I'll try posting clips from Hairspray tmr! :&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-2030233012064865171?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/2030233012064865171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=2030233012064865171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/2030233012064865171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/2030233012064865171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/08/warning-this-post-may-contain.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RtG2BvnRbPI/AAAAAAAAArM/dMNKsRAn4Z4/s72-c/DSC01295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-6268679392884518210</id><published>2007-08-24T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T09:59:44.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;History Boys! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scripps with his sememek smile, so hot! Posnerrrr, he makes me giggle. Akhtar, MINE. Dakin, gorgeous, why he so handsome! Lockwood, accent! Timms, SO CUTE.Rudge's quite hot and muka square! Crowther, eh he's hot too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This makes me love History even more! I wanna go to universityyyyy overseas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very good movie, Thank you Aida! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102307528479435810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rs8JqfnRbCI/AAAAAAAAApk/CAzJm6nlwvs/s320/RUPERTGRINT.png" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(So cuuuuuuuuute)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Rupert :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;OMG WHEN DAKIN HUGGED POSNER, IT WAS SO AWWWWW. Scrippsscrippsscrippshothothot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-6268679392884518210?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/6268679392884518210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=6268679392884518210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/6268679392884518210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/6268679392884518210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/08/history-boys-3-scripps-with-his-sememek.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rs8JqfnRbCI/AAAAAAAAApk/CAzJm6nlwvs/s72-c/RUPERTGRINT.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-4675823918266045340</id><published>2007-08-23T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T07:40:04.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then come the little things;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's thursday night already, and there's only English SA left. I pretty much screwed up my SAs but I'm sick of caring. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Maybe I never really cared in the first place) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But omg I am relieved! :) I still hate school, mind you, but these past few weeks have been hell and I'm glad the term's gonna be over. I remember thinking end of Term 2 &lt;em&gt;you gotta be a better student zaff, you gotta be more disciplined! &lt;/em&gt;Well lookie here, Term 3 was worse. I got worse. 2007 has got to be the worst academic year &lt;em&gt;so far&lt;/em&gt;. Ohwells, all this shall go at the back of my mind for now. Tired ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFIQAH BTE ZANIAL, feast your eyes on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101895744194964482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rs2TJfnRbAI/AAAAAAAAApU/fcnrUs7ayRs/s320/DSC01269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just bit into this coffee flavoured one. Super good. Dunkin's got competition. If got competition, I can be judge man. :) Ayah came home carrying the donut box with this sememek smile like he just hit gold x) Thing is, Munchy Donuts is in front of Tas's school AND TAS NEVER TOLD ME HOW GOOD IT WAS. Tasneem Musyira I thought you were supposed to be my best friend! Heehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, Ive been eating loads of doughtnuts. Bought 4 from Missy Donut today with Iqah &amp; Roy(They bought boxes of doughnuts so Im not that bad okay!) and had 2 the day before with Sheila. And Ive got 12 better-tasting ones right here in my house! Izza would say how to! xD (I miss Izza!) If I had a hot body and exercised regularly it would be &lt;em&gt;legal&lt;/em&gt; to eat this much doughnuts but I have/do neither so that makes me a fat greey pantat. Im gonna have a sugar russsshhhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh Aida, Steph &amp;amp; I made a song during history-social studies-math. Yes we didn't listen in any of those classes (we rarely do) but the song's so sweet and mushyyyy it made our hearts go THUMPTHUMPTHUMP. It's just a jumble of lyrics from diff songs. We took turns to write. It's so weird at the start but it gets mushier and mushier aaaand by the 2nd side we were thinking of guys singing the song on guitar for us xD Such girly girls we are!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101894434229939186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="258" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rs2R9PnRa_I/AAAAAAAAApM/yCLpiE0kvXQ/s320/DSC01270.JPG" width="331" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101893463567330274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="249" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rs2REvnRa-I/AAAAAAAAApE/L8RBvp6vZ5s/s320/DSC01271.JPG" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh and we realised guys write nicer songs about girls than girls do about guys and that's why our lyrics are like, directed at girls. HAHA not lesbian la. If Aida was here I'd give her one of my looks. Okay anyway, sometimes Im so proud to be a girl, really. No not sometimes, just I have those moments when Im plain glad Im not a guy. Haha, btw I missed you Steph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Ryan Cabrera! :) His songs are all so nice and meaningful and it's all written by him. And he plays the guitar. I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you told me that you loved me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;were those just words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't tell me you don't need me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I know that hurts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I'm looking at your picture&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause it's all I've got&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe one day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You and me will have &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;one more shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aida Moo &amp; me were trying hard to remember his lyrics during RS. Syabas Moo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/KAVB0mIqIv/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/KAVB0mIqIv/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;True, acoustic :) So nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday's gonna be action-packed. Flag Day, Hairspray with Sixers, Bugis with Iqah, Cableskiing date with Sis. Hmm how to fit! I'm looking forward to all of those, haha maybe flag day not so but still, I get to do it with fun people. Then Sunday morning tuition, madrasah, family kenduri. Next Friday Disco Mamas' Day In chez moi then Saturday Aida Iqah Moo Filz &amp;amp;amp;amp; me (&amp;amp; of course the rest) are off to Selangor! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-4675823918266045340?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/4675823918266045340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=4675823918266045340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/4675823918266045340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/4675823918266045340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/08/then-come-little-things-its-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rs2TJfnRbAI/AAAAAAAAApU/fcnrUs7ayRs/s72-c/DSC01269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-2712384919064101607</id><published>2007-08-21T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T08:51:42.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wth am i doing blogging at this time when history's tmr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MY EYELIDS ARE SO DAMN HEAVY AND I FEEL A STRONG URGE TO ABANDON MY HISTORY NOTES AND GO TO SLEEP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Louis XVI is fat &amp; ugly, it just makes me not wanna study anymore! If you give us better-looking people to study on kan best! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aida for President, Sheila for Naib&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saaaaaayang batchmatessss :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; I know Van doesnt read this but I love you Vanessa Lim Jia Mei! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay back to mugging.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-2712384919064101607?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/2712384919064101607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=2712384919064101607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/2712384919064101607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/2712384919064101607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/08/wth-am-i-doing-blogging-at-this-time.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-5358130978877042205</id><published>2007-08-20T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T03:43:52.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blogger is such a bitch really. Hanged two posts. TWO LONG POSTS stupid pantat blogger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll post pics some other time or maybe never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MMMBop by Hanson :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; This song was so long ago and it brought back so many memories heh. My mum remembers it! She was dancing to it before aerobics. She even remembered they looked like girls. Gawd I love my mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p9YAKrgqtVw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p9YAKrgqtVw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MMMBop, ba dubi dop ba do bop,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ba dubi dop ba do bop,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ba dubi dop ba do. yeah yeah,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MMMBop ba dubi dop ba do bop,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ba dubi dop ba do bop,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ba dubi dop ba do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh yeah, in an MMMBop they're gone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-5358130978877042205?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/5358130978877042205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=5358130978877042205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/5358130978877042205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/5358130978877042205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/08/blogger-is-such-bitch-really.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-5913949373222641186</id><published>2007-08-12T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T20:50:36.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;SOMEONE'S NOT IN SCHOOL TODAYYYYYYYY!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who's a bad girl, who's a bad girl?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am determined to mug today, very determined. I finished writing out my eng oral script in Langkawi okay! I need to post pictures up but now's not the time because this week's full of SAs. Kan? Anyone know when these SAs are? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I DONT!!! Whens my eng oral? I DUNNO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mamposssss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I FEEL LIKE CALLING TAS BUT SHE'S IN SCHOOL. DARN IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-5913949373222641186?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/5913949373222641186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=5913949373222641186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/5913949373222641186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/5913949373222641186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/08/someones-not-in-school-todayyyyyyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-5678935459153845158</id><published>2007-08-08T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T22:23:57.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RrqkmTBDPYI/AAAAAAAAAe0/dxbcvOioj-I/s1600-h/rupert15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096566906169802114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="230" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RrqkmTBDPYI/AAAAAAAAAe0/dxbcvOioj-I/s320/rupert15.jpg" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Off to Langkawi in 2 hrs! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got 4 days to live before hell kicks in again so I better enjoy myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-5678935459153845158?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/5678935459153845158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=5678935459153845158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/5678935459153845158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/5678935459153845158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/08/off-to-langkawi-in-2-hrs-d-ive-got-4.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RrqkmTBDPYI/AAAAAAAAAe0/dxbcvOioj-I/s72-c/rupert15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-746433187486801704</id><published>2007-08-08T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T08:18:34.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RrnLgzBDPWI/AAAAAAAAAek/317K79MNDfg/s1600-h/DSC01016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096328217657294178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RrnLgzBDPWI/AAAAAAAAAek/317K79MNDfg/s320/DSC01016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RrnJxzBDPVI/AAAAAAAAAec/emrT2D-b_1Y/s1600-h/DSC01022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096326310691814738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RrnJxzBDPVI/AAAAAAAAAec/emrT2D-b_1Y/s320/DSC01022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RrnJLjBDPUI/AAAAAAAAAeU/p_64m-pEjec/s1600-h/DSC01023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096325653561818434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RrnJLjBDPUI/AAAAAAAAAeU/p_64m-pEjec/s320/DSC01023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RrnIxzBDPTI/AAAAAAAAAeM/XJ0FX3vXp2U/s1600-h/DSC01024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096325211180186930" style="DISPLAY: block; 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&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096319941255314690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RrnD_DBDPQI/AAAAAAAAAd0/2RfUfFQSTl8/s320/DSC01029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096319400089435378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RrnDfjBDPPI/AAAAAAAAAds/8igPiSBskis/s320/DSC01030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096318983477607650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RrnDHTBDPOI/AAAAAAAAAdk/CjpSEJWP1ZA/s320/DSC01031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096317669217615058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RrnB6zBDPNI/AAAAAAAAAdc/dCQPh-10omw/s320/DSC01033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096316732914744514" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rrm_ATBDPII/AAAAAAAAAc0/szGjyuo05uM/s320/DSC01055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096306137230425154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rrm3bjBDPEI/AAAAAAAAAcU/CAg2VbXgEUo/s320/DSC01006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096305308301737010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rrm2rTBDPDI/AAAAAAAAAcM/PCRwl_MCGxo/s320/DSC01003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096309955456351346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rrm65zBDPHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/SiFwaETGG4k/s320/DSC01057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE AND MISS MY PRIMARY SCHOOL FRIENDS/TEACHERS VERY MUCH AND YESTERDAY WAS SUPER AWESOME. PRPS's National Day celebration beat Rgs's one. Omg the celebration at school was the merepekest shit. I wanted to throw my hands in the air and scream WHY AM I HERE! Yesterday the mamas realised we should have just sleptover at moo's and skipped school the next day. Alamaaaaaak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, teachers still remembers and I was being quite stupid going around pointing and saying &lt;em&gt;I remember him/her! &lt;/em&gt;but it felt so good to see so many people again. Saw Soleha, Aishah, Syamimi, Amirah, Fadhil, Yann Rong, some other names I cannot remember, Cikgu Salina!, Mr Shahizan (who is secretly jealous I grew HAHA cannot call me pri 3 makcik anymore), Mr Y (I would do anything to be in my prps uniform and get scolded by him for low socks or something) &amp; so many other teachers. Oh I saw the cleaner who smiled &amp;amp; Ms Lim (our beloved principal who we always timed for her infamous speeches) &amp;amp; our juniors! Our lovely cute juniors who are freaking huge btw. ): ): I remembered touching this girl's cheek when I was in p6 and she was sitting in front of me yesterday and I felt so BIG. Oooooh the memoriesss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disco Mamas were being retarded as usual, dancing to the older national songs and screaming our lungs out. The kids were freaked out, seriously. Haha we missed a few parts of the show to go around the school and camwhore and reminisce. We had this really girly screamy hug jump when all four of us met at first. Woowoooh I love you besties. And I miss prps. Very much indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mum just repeated Have you done your homework 4 times. Cut it out Ibu! Okay now she's singing Beautiful Girls. Ibu ni.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-746433187486801704?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/746433187486801704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=746433187486801704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/746433187486801704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/746433187486801704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-love-and-miss-my-primary-school.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RrnLgzBDPWI/AAAAAAAAAek/317K79MNDfg/s72-c/DSC01016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-1244893715456516543</id><published>2007-08-04T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T05:57:52.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RrR2rjBDPBI/AAAAAAAAAb8/E_pzIsmCvS8/s1600-h/DSC00946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094827568968973330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="267" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RrR2rjBDPBI/AAAAAAAAAb8/E_pzIsmCvS8/s320/DSC00946.JPG" width="344" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; RG WON BAHAS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You guys were so awesome! &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-1244893715456516543?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/1244893715456516543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=1244893715456516543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/1244893715456516543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/1244893715456516543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/08/rg-won-bahas-you-guys-were-so-awesome-3.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RrR2rjBDPBI/AAAAAAAAAb8/E_pzIsmCvS8/s72-c/DSC00946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-8509783421364274813</id><published>2007-08-03T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T07:14:49.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That was the worst angklung performance I've ever been in and I hate myself for screwing up so badly. Giler Badly): It was damn humiliating and every second I beat that stupid conga was torture. I kept looking at Abu and she kept giving this pained expression because Kak Farid was constantly glaring at us. I know we cant freaking play but the tempo was off la. I bet the STC people were like &lt;em&gt;wth happened to you rgs&lt;/em&gt;. Diy said someone slept. Grrrrrreat. And seniors were watching! :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school's been so terrible I think I'm going crazy. Teachers are piling work on us like shit. Eh excuse me we're kids la give us a darn break. &amp;amp; today we had double-period math! I didnt even pay attention to one full period so I guess I need to struggle to catch up all over again with my tuition teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh ooh I cant wait for Tuesday cause I get to see the besties :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-8509783421364274813?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/8509783421364274813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=8509783421364274813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/8509783421364274813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/8509783421364274813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/08/that-was-worst-angklung-performance-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-5837537576094248832</id><published>2007-08-01T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T01:43:07.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being in front of the computer at 4 pm all nice smelling and clean in pjs is a nice feeling. Much much better than being in front of the computer at night. And I'm not ponning la, ponning french is passe. :) This is more going home early to do important stuff like malay pt and I'm doing my french redaction now anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yay, back to conditionnel present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093649416490007554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="241" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RrBHKDBDPAI/AAAAAAAAAb0/4AFztZPpue0/s320/fat+lady.jpg" width="231" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Tak senonoh, but cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-5837537576094248832?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/5837537576094248832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=5837537576094248832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/5837537576094248832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/5837537576094248832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/08/being-in-front-of-computer-at-4-pm-all.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RrBHKDBDPAI/AAAAAAAAAb0/4AFztZPpue0/s72-c/fat+lady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-440549100041439289</id><published>2007-07-28T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T20:24:25.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just had nasi ambeng and chenteng for geylang! Damn good. We have a good relationship, food &amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I went to the airport at 6.30 to pick up Bik Nana, Papa Hans &amp;amp; Daniel! Yeah, they're visiting from Holland! Daniel is like as tall as Shasha and she's P2. He's 5. Why are matsallehs tall? :\ Anyway, Daniel's super excited to be in Singapore and he wants to go swimming and all that jazz. He remembers quite a lot from singapore like our names xD and my house and atuk's house and swimming pools. Oh and we're having family chalet from today to tuesday. MY COUSINS ARE PONNING SCHOOL ON MONDAY AND TUESDAY TO STAY AT THE CHALET AND PLAY. Cousins around my age and older don't have or want to go to school. Yeah and my parents think ponning french is the most rebellious thing a teenager can do. Hah my cousins would laugh. What am I going to be doing? School. Baik ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I wont have much time at the chalet today cause there's tons of homework to do.): Pantat.&lt;br /&gt;My mum's cooking up a storm for the barbecue. So are my aunts I bet. My whole family cooks damn well tau :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 3R was fun! Kuning Kental won! WE WON :D The kids are so cute, I love my little kuning kids. I was in the same group as Diy(thank you kak am!) and Tiq which was lucky. We had kid jocks in the group! They made me swoon. Daaaang I was constantly saying obsessive stuff right in front of the kids! I blurted Amirul I Love You in front of Amirul himself. And the 2 Zuls! So cuuuuuuute. Zul 1 wore his cap which was attached to his bag. That was &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;. And his best friend Harith! Adorable. And Zul 2 said he didnt like Captain's Ball cause he couldnt catch the ball! He was too short. Awww. And Tiq &amp;amp; I caught the jocks in a gay moment which was damn cute! Sighs. Izzathy and Fathyn ohgawd were fighting for the position of the one getting dressed up for the game. Izzathy is one talented little girl. She's freaking amusing! Nurul thought everyone was kinda lame xD including the facis. Heh. Syiqin rocked at defence la! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Amalina, the syah lookalike!&lt;br /&gt;Amalina: Are you wearing bracelets?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Braces!&lt;br /&gt;Amalina: (ignores the error)Why do you have to wear bracelets?&lt;br /&gt;Me: My teeth not nice last time. And it's braces!&lt;br /&gt;Amalina: Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teeheee. Oooh before and after each game we did this put palms together as a group thing and ohboy was it sweaty. Noone really wanted to touch each other cause everyone was so sweaty and each palm made this &lt;em&gt;splat&lt;/em&gt; sound haha but we did it anyway. Diy &amp; I did alot of bitching for them like screaming at facis to get out and screaming dont touch my Rabani or something weird like that. I've never been so hyped up over watching kids play Captain's Ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuning Kental:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Izzathy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fathyn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amalina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nurul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Syiqin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zul 2 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zul 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amirul &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rabani&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tiq&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Qayyum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahmad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I forgot the other faci's name!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the kids): Oh and Diy &amp;amp; I had our read-each-others'-minds moments. Thank You Nurdiyanah for making me go! Now I owe Kak Am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-440549100041439289?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/440549100041439289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=440549100041439289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/440549100041439289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/440549100041439289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-just-had-nasi-ambeng-and-chenteng-for.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-8141368466616863822</id><published>2007-07-27T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T07:19:56.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got caught.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As if life couldn't get any worse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fail math, bad student, lazy, no discipline, waste time, &lt;strong&gt;lose parents' trust.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woah I got the whole package.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate life so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; It's so cliche but,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who I've been hates who I've become.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder who told on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-8141368466616863822?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/8141368466616863822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=8141368466616863822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/8141368466616863822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/8141368466616863822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-got-caught.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-6846621523809608667</id><published>2007-07-25T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T07:41:54.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I can't take it back;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tas &amp; I ponned french. Again. Shut up ah moo! Anyway, we did french homework okay! We felt damn smart when we finished that worksheet. Then we ended up talking about stuff in the library. Talked about everything, life, Hanis &amp;amp; Moo, friends, the future, sisterhood, loserism, hot guys that may pop out and give us french tuition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love long talks about everything under the sun. Moments like these keep me going man. Blurting out everything and reminiscing to a best friend is great. It makes you feel so much better, I was in a good mood the rest of the day. We mostly talked about the disco mamas :) and I know I'm very lucky to have them and I love them very much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now I'm listening to the cd Tas gave me for my birthday with all the old songs significant to our primary school days and I feel sad and happy at the same time. My Boo is playing! We used to sing it in the bus on the way to excursions. We loved the my oh my oh part! Omg *lip trembles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know I've said this too much but primary school rocked giler la. GILERRRRR. I miss a lot of people. 6F boys! Meow people! I cant wait for teachers' day. Yknow Im scared of growing up cause then primary school will slowly slowly slip away and noone will come back anymore. Fahmy beyblade! Gorilla! Golden Monkey! Puppydog! Syafiq kedi! Syafiq toochpick! ):):): And meow people were like mean girls man!!!! So fun, I miss meow people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THOSE WERE THE DAYS MAN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All I want for Christmas is on!!!!!! WE WENT TO PERTH IN P6 AND THIS SONG WAS SO SUPER SIGNIFICANT. PERTH PERTH PERTH PERTH ONE OF THE BEST TRIPS OF MY LIFE! I remember the farm and the campfire and the milking of cows and the late breakfasts and the crush on Perth (hottie) and making new australian friends and talks till late at night on bunk beds and everything was so fun!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Omg Graduation is on now. Yknow I cried on the last day of primary school! HANIS CRIED TOO AND THAT SHOCKED US ALL. (Okay i suddenly remember every tuesday got roti jala) CANTEEN FOOD ROCKED IN PRIMARY SCHOOL! IT WAS THE BOMB! THE MAKCIKS LOVED US LA. WE NAMED OURSELVES PANTAT 1 PANTAT 2 PANTAT 3..... I remember being really sad thinking of my last step in primary school as a pasirian.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ahhh I feel like crying):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-6846621523809608667?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/6846621523809608667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=6846621523809608667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/6846621523809608667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/6846621523809608667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/07/now-i-cant-take-it-back-tas-i-ponned.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-8043877544635952922</id><published>2007-07-24T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T07:07:13.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perfection is like a noble gas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Syahidah bte Sodri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha go ask her for the explanation! It's quite sad really but it kinda cheers you up if you feel really loserly. She figured that out while bathing. Cheem la kau Syah. I shall be a transition metal or something. Whatever Zaff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think a lizard scattered down my leg during tuition. So gross! Anyway, theres so much stuff to mug for and so much stuff to do and so little time to sleep WHYYY AHH WHYY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bachinchun is so weird she gives me the creeps. 30 sec to laugh? Spooky 8\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-8043877544635952922?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/8043877544635952922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=8043877544635952922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/8043877544635952922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/8043877544635952922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/07/perfection-is-like-noble-gas.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-5296808772607357458</id><published>2007-07-20T18:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T18:46:35.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched it so many many many times! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/player2.swf" width="480" height="395" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="vidurl=http://images.bzerk31.multiply.com/content/movie/bzerk31:video:9/bzerk31/9.flv/rKDKO8,gSEmm4U7GNeD,ew/flash&amp;vidlength=244&amp;amp;numericid=9&amp;userid=bzerk31&amp;amp;baseurl=http://bzerk31.multiply.com" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-5296808772607357458?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/5296808772607357458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=5296808772607357458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/5296808772607357458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/5296808772607357458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-watched-it-so-many-many-many-times.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-4306588079025185554</id><published>2007-07-20T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T09:51:27.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RHD - The awesomest schoolday in 2007!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE 306 I LOVE 306 I LOVE 306!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the coolest class ever!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;WE WON RHD DANCE ISNT THAT SUPER DUPER GREAT :D :D :D Iqah, Xiner, Moo, Esther, Dew, Wee, Nora, Leanna, Aida, Cheryl, Karishma - I love you dancers :) &amp; our moments in raffles room. &lt;strong&gt;Shhbab shhbab!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The rest of the class was equally awesome! Thank you guys for the poster thing and the cheering and everything! Yay I &lt;em&gt;lovelovelovelove&lt;/em&gt; 306. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-I heard someone say cehwah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-I can hear Sheila &amp;amp; Syah's &lt;em&gt;baik ah mats&lt;/em&gt; in the 1st vid!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-Karishma and Cheryl went to touch Esther's butt!!! Damn cute. Esther looked shocked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-We did Shhbabs around Ms Chun! Ms Chun can you believe it?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A few of us who could make it went to Seoul Garden. We didnt get to appreciate food in school):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089311759494853042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RqDeFLfosbI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Tu0YmH00C_o/s320/DSC00874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a bunch of greedy, gross people. I think there were about 30 plates altogether. Maybe more 8) We fried the ice cream!!!! Damn yummy. We poured soup on the pan thing, ice cream too. Basically everything. Everything went into bowls too! Fishbowls plus ice cream plus raw meat plus mussels plus whatever food! Oh and we distributed fishballs to every plate in order to make it look less, wasted. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089310174651920802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RqDco7fosaI/AAAAAAAAAbk/XO8pZVog2LM/s320/DSC00894.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Si Ling can sleep anywhere! x) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leanna: Do you have a secret nightlife or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089308684298269074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RqDbSLfosZI/AAAAAAAAAbc/6xE2evmR8qk/s320/DSC00903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089307382923178370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RqDaGbfosYI/AAAAAAAAAbU/2MPIEaikLSU/s320/DSC00904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089306377900831090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RqDZL7fosXI/AAAAAAAAAbM/PxdzpLEEMk4/s320/DSC00905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food Festival Thigum at Taka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089305514612404578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RqDYZrfosWI/AAAAAAAAAbE/xVbNkVWlue8/s320/DSC00907.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The man didn't take the whole sentence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089303903999668562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RqDW77fosVI/AAAAAAAAAa8/TL-IUoCMVOk/s320/DSC00909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089302757243400514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RqDV5LfosUI/AAAAAAAAAa0/NfMGHJUjoio/s320/DSC00868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089299720701522210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RqDTIbfosSI/AAAAAAAAAak/8h7_A-E3C-A/s320/DSC00867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089298234642837778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RqDRx7fosRI/AAAAAAAAAac/_js75ZuhGYc/s320/DSC00866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089296426461606146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RqDQIrfosQI/AAAAAAAAAaU/G38q8-OfyVU/s320/DSC00863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Wonders! (some)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089295228165730546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RqDPC7fosPI/AAAAAAAAAaM/lKtQ0Owqt1s/s320/DSC00857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sugarballs!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089294072819527906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RqDN_rfosOI/AAAAAAAAAaE/mt0W1TcAc_Q/s320/DSC00854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089292655480320210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RqDMtLfosNI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/k1PO3OLAHBU/s320/DSC00852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089291860911370434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RqDL-7fosMI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/OjKgYPOIMLc/s320/DSC00849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Bimbo!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089289876636479666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RqDKLbfosLI/AAAAAAAAAZs/jlVc34khq3s/s320/DSC00846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089288485067075746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RqDI6bfosKI/AAAAAAAAAZk/uscVi_KKofQ/s320/DSC00845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They rock at kompang okay! Ive got the vid!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089287737742766226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RqDIO7fosJI/AAAAAAAAAZc/OSicC2Nculo/s320/DSC00842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089286737015386242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RqDHUrfosII/AAAAAAAAAZU/5G58pEF7l7g/s320/DSC00841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089285697633300594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RqDGYLfosHI/AAAAAAAAAZM/pC1zz7sZo2k/s320/DSC00838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;306 POWERRRR! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-4306588079025185554?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/4306588079025185554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=4306588079025185554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/4306588079025185554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/4306588079025185554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/07/rhd-awesomest-schoolday-in-2007-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RqDeFLfosbI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Tu0YmH00C_o/s72-c/DSC00874.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-2933535666665930109</id><published>2007-07-19T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T07:05:02.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE STEPHANIE ANG HUI XIN! :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-2933535666665930109?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/2933535666665930109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=2933535666665930109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/2933535666665930109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/2933535666665930109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-love-stephanie-ang-hui-xin-d-d-d.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-6681576019283290931</id><published>2007-07-18T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T09:08:31.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So tell me what you want what you really really want?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things. I want to pass math. I want to get outta school. I want hari raya. I want the holidays. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want the school to burn down.&lt;/span&gt; I want to be a Globe Trekker. I want to be a movie star. I want nice hair. I want an old typrewriter and polaroid camera :) I want to be able to mug and not feel hopelessly bored. I want to be disciplined. I want to go backpacking around the world. I want to never ever see Bachinchun's face ever again. I want nice clothes. I want to go to Vivo! I want to dance in the rain. I want to see my bestfriends. Okay I really really want a Dunkin Donut, Boston Creme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Out of the above, what is most reacheable?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Donut. And that's in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the most troubling thing in the world to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One. Kids suffer in school.  Two. People are dying in the world and celebs still have the audacity to spend millions on useless material thingamajigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sights/Smells/Sounds?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difficult question. Sights cause the world's so beautiful and they're so much to see. But sounds are awesome too. Music. Smells! Food Smells!!! Alamak this question. Okay sights sights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think of smiles?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiles can make my day. Depends on the type of smile thought. Some can make me cringe inwardly like ew stop smiling you idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think of beauty?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone says&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;beauty doesnt matter, it's what's inside that counts. All that jazz yknow. But it matters. It matters when you see prettier people and their special glow and compare them to your lame ol self. It matters when the beautiful ones tangkap glamour while the losers stand under the fluorescent dorks sign. It matters when pretty people get all the perks, and you're left with nothing. It matters to me because it plays a big part of my self-confidence. It matters when you're fifteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you define as cool?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me la:) Kidding, cmon look at me! Uhm I think a cool person can have all the cool material stuff every kid on the block has but he/she has his/her own original style and makes the stuff stand out even more. A cool person can have weird taste, because that taste's original. It's cool to look good and feel good without copying someone else's style. A cool person has his/her own handbook of ways :) Ohyeah I think the person's cool if he/she is really good at something, like has this natural whack talent.&lt;br /&gt;Exception: People with afros are undoubtedly cool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rain/Shine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too much of both. I like rain without the lightning, and not too bright sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you define as a bestfriend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who knows who you are inside out and loves it. Someone who can tell if you're faking it. You dont act in front of bestfriends, you dont need to. Someone who knows something's not right about you almost instantly. Someone who can act stupid with you just for the sake of making you feel less like a dork. Bestfriends can be similar and different:) A bestfriend can spend the whole night talking to you, and you'd have plenty more to say over breakfast. A bestfriend is never afraid to be honest. I'm lucky to have more than one bestfriend, and they all pretty much fit the bill :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What constantly keeps you going everyday?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really, school is compulsory. I wouldnt go if it wasnt. But anyway, friends keep me going. Without friends, without my class, school would be hell. Life would be hell. Heck, it kinda already is? but knowing they all hate the same shit as you do and give the same evil eye to the teacher up at the whiteboard is kinda comforting. I love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is one common assumption people share about you that's not true?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I'm always happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is the most important person in your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two. My parents, most definitely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-6681576019283290931?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/6681576019283290931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=6681576019283290931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/6681576019283290931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/6681576019283290931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-6360084893116533535</id><published>2007-07-15T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T09:27:41.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE AIRCON IS SCREWED TAK BOLEH SWITCH ON AT ALL, MALAY PT IS IN TROUBLE, I HAVENT FINISHED MY HOMEWORK, IM SWEATING LIKE MS PIGGY, RUPERT GRINT IS FREAKING HOT yumyum BUT HE'S NOWHERE NEAR SINGAPORE, MY HAIR SUCKS &amp;amp; THE WORLD IS SO.DAMN.UNFAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL GO SCREAM INTO A PILLOW NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-6360084893116533535?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/6360084893116533535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=6360084893116533535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/6360084893116533535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/6360084893116533535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/07/aircon-is-screwed-tak-boleh-switch-on.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-6672002250088771901</id><published>2007-07-15T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T06:41:04.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got back from &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Samar&lt;/span&gt; where Abang Fadli, Zaki, Kak Yaya &amp; I treated Bik Yam to Arabian food. So fun! We sat crosslegged on this carpeted platform with pillows and 3 short small tables. Real cute. Ayah always commented on how cool the place was when we used to pass it and yeahyeah it really is cool! The lady was really nice and she turned out to be Kak Yaya's distant aunt(Kak Yaya's half arab). She's pretty, with wild curly hair and pretty earrings. Kak Yaya knows everyone la. We got a dessert on the house. Because when Kak Yaya's around, you get these kinda things. I was drinking the ice mint tea thing and got this shock because Kak Yaya didnt put the syrup in and I gave this yelp and the lady was "Syiok eh?" Haha okay.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the dessert was so sweet Abang Fadli said can get diabetes and potong kaki and telinga. He said that at first but finished up the whole damn thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then then we were passing the esplanade Bik Yam let us open the top part of the roof of her car so Kak Yaya, Zaki &amp;amp; I could pop out and be on top of the wooooorrrrrrld. Damn fun, we havent done that for a long time. I felt like &lt;strong&gt;Jennifer Garner in 13 going on 30 when she was going to the party in that limo&lt;/strong&gt;. It seemed like Bik Yam was driving super fast and it was kinda scary but we were waving our arms and shouting WOOOH WOOOOH and saying hello to strangers who waved back. SO FUN I WISH I COULD FREEZE TIME RIGHT THERE. My hair was super screwed after that and my ears felt funny but wth it was cool! Family's the best lah eh? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh yesterday parents &amp;amp; I went to east coast to eat and we got this nice seat beside the oceaaaaan and we ate juicy satay and drank coconuts and i was feeling very good. So I started telling them about the day I had and how I met Rifdi and Moo saw Cikgu Zarina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayah: Rifdi? Boy ke girl?&lt;br /&gt;Ibu: Abang..... rifdi boy ke girl? R-i-f-d-i. Boy or girl?&lt;br /&gt;Ayah: *thinks. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mat Salleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad amuses me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay theres a lizard in the room. I can feel it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-6672002250088771901?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/6672002250088771901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=6672002250088771901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/6672002250088771901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/6672002250088771901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-just-got-back-from-samar-where-abang.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-4412866151843134030</id><published>2007-07-12T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T04:37:09.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7x48vbkDvqA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7x48vbkDvqA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I MISS PRIMARY SCHOOL SO MUCH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-4412866151843134030?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/4412866151843134030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=4412866151843134030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/4412866151843134030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/4412866151843134030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-miss-primary-school-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-2236703361566797019</id><published>2007-07-11T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T20:30:06.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M SICKKKKKK :D Smiley face cause I'm not at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NURAMIRA BTE AHMAD!&lt;/span&gt; Loveyou loads loads! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cant buy you everything you ever said &lt;em&gt;I want that&lt;/em&gt; to but I'll still buy you something la. One day. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll not be as late as you though in buying &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; present. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have I ever mentioned that Abu wants a whole load of stuff. When you shop with her, she gets all excited and says "I think I'm going crazy" and tells you to buy this and that for her. MAKE UP YOUR MIND WOMAN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, Diy is sick too! We're not in school today. We're not ponning. POWERRRR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-2236703361566797019?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/2236703361566797019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=2236703361566797019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/2236703361566797019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/2236703361566797019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-sickkkkkk-d-smiley-face-cause-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-9111549836206681356</id><published>2007-07-09T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T06:53:35.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like going to an open field and dancing in the rain (no lightning) with a coupla girlfriends to some hidden radio in the sky blasting nice old songs :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/l7wat5pAGz/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/l7wat5pAGz/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I miss this! Fish&amp;amp;Company :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-9111549836206681356?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/9111549836206681356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=9111549836206681356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/9111549836206681356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/9111549836206681356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-feel-like-going-to-open-field-and.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-8890992061186728128</id><published>2007-07-07T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T06:41:09.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yay yesterday was good.&lt;br /&gt;RG won bahas! :D GOOD JOB BAHAS-ers. Sheila called to reveal the news when we were on the escalator, separated. Bad timing but ended up squealing and jumping anyway. Saw Tas. Moo said she silau. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I see cute little boy sitting on his dad's shoulders outside. weakness.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had RHD prac before that!:)Now instead of this kicking part we have this swimming part. xD I'll upload the video later. I needs to find 306's yahoo group. :\ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084649461630863074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RpBNvufjhuI/AAAAAAAAAWc/uk4SZPcxilw/s320/DSC00800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;WE WORE GREEN OKAY! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084650887560005362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RpBPCufjhvI/AAAAAAAAAWk/i-EWd8dTeHk/s320/DSC00801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Snail:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084651540395034370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RpBPoufjhwI/AAAAAAAAAWs/RwBfD0zlkvo/s320/DSC00802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Baik ah Raffles! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084652193230063378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RpBQOufjhxI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Kf_bJfja-ic/s320/DSC00804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Went to TM/Century Square.During lunch at Foodculture, I brought up the topic of how I hate daging berbabat and we started talking about how babats were lemaks and imagine kuah lemak with babats bobbing on top. And chendol with santan &amp; BABATS which was so gross. Okaylah &lt;strong&gt;my fault&lt;/strong&gt; but I still hate babats. Oooh then started talking about bulu ketiak and why they dont grow straight and we were imagining all sorta things. Laughed like shiiiiiit. There was this barrier wall thing between us and this group of normal malay kids. Us=weird. Them=Normal. One of them kept turning back and looking at us like&lt;em&gt; apa ajer&lt;/em&gt;. xD Then in the toilet I found out double chins are hereditary so I cant like exercise to get rid off it! :O Haha I love batchmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084817613895468834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RpDmrefjhyI/AAAAAAAAAW8/PBiF4sAMz-8/s320/DSC00806.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Iqah had a nosebleed which looked like she was leaking strawberry sauce so while she &amp; Abu were at the sink, Syah Diy &amp;amp; I were camwhoring in the &lt;strong&gt;mom's room&lt;/strong&gt;! Dam cosy okay! Can gossip gossip. I think the mom's room is cool. I bet people thought we were weird. 3 rg girls in the mom's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084818253845595954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RpDnQufjhzI/AAAAAAAAAXE/2iZe_hRBln8/s320/DSC00815.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Went to Toys R Us to get my cousin's birthday present which they helped pick out. Feather Boa and Make-Your-Own-Mermaid Kit. :) We found out we hyperventilate more over toys then we do over clothes. Yeah, we're still &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kids at heart&lt;/span&gt;. I love toys I miss toys I want toys. Kids nowadays are damn lucky. ): Tak fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yay so that was 070707. Now I have tons of things to do so adios amigos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-8890992061186728128?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/8890992061186728128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=8890992061186728128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/8890992061186728128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/8890992061186728128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/07/yay-yesterday-was-good.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RpBNvufjhuI/AAAAAAAAAWc/uk4SZPcxilw/s72-c/DSC00800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-1946030865512224930</id><published>2007-07-06T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T07:02:34.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4K8wr9JnbDs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4K8wr9JnbDs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So cute right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyhoos, guess what guess what. I ponned french to sit at Coffee Bean with Tas &amp;amp; Izza and talk about double chins. Ugly is the new beautiful la eh? :) But! I'm sucha bad bad girl. I havent gone for french in ages and I probably wont be able to go next week too. The gate was closed but it read enter at main gate but we didnt wanna go since it was 5 already and tiada mood so we kinda ditched Syaf. Sorry Syaf): L'election Presi will make it up to you! Then ayah picked me up and I did my occasional rant about how school sucks, basically. I love my occasional rants. I dont give my parents time to give their counter arguments so they give up then I go on and on and on till I'm all dried out of complaints. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh oh I saw Nora's french exchange student! :) Awwwman why does my french suck. Or else I could have entered that immersion programme thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oklah byebye kebabbbbbssss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-1946030865512224930?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/1946030865512224930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=1946030865512224930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/1946030865512224930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/1946030865512224930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-cute-right-anyhoos-guess-what-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-39838043381159471</id><published>2007-07-04T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T05:48:47.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I have submitted your report (hardcopy) for grading. Could you send me another copy of your latest report for vetting? I would like you to meet up on your own this week to discuss the implementation of your plan if you have not done so. I will meet you next Tue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah babyyyy!!! :) That's good considering the fact Aida Moo &amp;amp; I tried to avoid her at the busstop but I think she got the picture. Heehee. My feet stinks. Worse than Moo's I think! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from Syah's blog and heard it from Moo. Cutest kid vid I've ever seen and I've seen quite a few! I love this little boy! BLOOOOODDDDDH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HfqkD0BsrcM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HfqkD0BsrcM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute so cute so cute so cute why so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guessing games for handphones with pin numbers, a no-no x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, free block tmr for the first time! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-39838043381159471?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/39838043381159471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=39838043381159471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/39838043381159471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/39838043381159471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-submitted-your-report-hardcopy.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-1998067242719189167</id><published>2007-07-03T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T08:37:28.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New skin! :) Weird but I like weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school ate at Anatolia, took 36, slept in ibu&amp;amp;ayah's room and watched teevee there cause I had that big bed all to myself. LIFE IS GOOD WHEN YOU DONT HAVE HOMEWORK. (or none of them that's really important). Because tmr's wednesday and wednesdays rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know when you're secretly annoyed with someone or hate the fact that she/he's just sitting in front of you talking stuff you don't want to hear so you turn away and close your eyes for a while and count to ten, each count trying to convince yourself that noone's perfect and tolerance is good and for all you know that person might be just as annoyed at you as you are at her/him. After the tenth count you take a deep biggg breath and tune yourself back into the conversation &lt;em&gt;or sometimes lack of&lt;/em&gt; and give her/him your greatest smile cause hey, you're not so mean as to tell her/him to piss off and yeah, maybe in those ten counts you missed something really annoying and by the time you're done calming yourself, the person doesnt seem to bother you any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm okay I'm done. Goodnight :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-1998067242719189167?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/1998067242719189167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=1998067242719189167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/1998067242719189167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/1998067242719189167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-skin-weird-but-i-like-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-9018724068404725607</id><published>2007-07-02T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T04:02:26.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1) First Period Tmr: Math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I don't know how to do the Titration 2 Ws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) There's Chem &amp; Bio tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I haven't done that mindmap thing for Bio and bina ayat for Malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I want to go to Vivo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I kinda miss French! &amp;amp; L'election Presidentielle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I slept till 3 today after tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I got baju kurung lelaki from Zaki yesterday for Iqah &amp;amp; me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I daydream a lot = I don't do much homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) This is pretty long ago but hey, justin was as hot as everrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-MtFQhB0gsA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-MtFQhB0gsA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-9018724068404725607?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/9018724068404725607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=9018724068404725607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/9018724068404725607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/9018724068404725607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/07/1-first-period-tmr-math-2-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-8883150109873370569</id><published>2007-07-01T01:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T01:48:36.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wau!'s over! Ohmygosh now I cant believe it's overrrr. After all the we-cannot-do-this and theyre-not-gonna-laugh and we-look-so-stupid and we-cant-act-for-nuts. Yesterday was a boost of self-confidence baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need pictures la! Someone send me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway people laughed at the choking part the choking part!!!!!! AND WE THOUGHT NOONE WOULD LAUGH. Woooohooooooooo :D :D :D Siapa happyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emcees were damn pretty tau! My parents said emcees were so bubbly and good! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I would like to say very special thanks to melayu batchmates!(for supporting us so much!) and angklung darlings (who we can always always always count on) Deb &amp; Jiawen &amp;amp;amp; Hannah &amp;amp; Sharon who helped us make up and laughed their asses off even though they couldnt understand a word. &lt;em&gt;Sudahlah sudah&lt;/em&gt; (Jiawen loves that part). So long never go angklung prac eh): Miss my batchies and all our nonsense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sketsa people, my papa ontas/kelab ketupat! I LOVE THE 5 OF YOU! &lt;strong&gt;Diy, Moo, Roy, Syah, Tiq&lt;/strong&gt; you guys are the bestesttttt, we did it we did it! Practice sessions were actually fun :) We got through our lack of self-confidence and nervousness aye! I want that picture cikgu melhan took after our perf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus,&lt;strong&gt; loves to everyone involved and whoever came to watch!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm really hungry. Today woke up at 6.30 for tuition at 7.35. OMG WHAT THE NERAKA RIGHT. The things I do for Math. Math was created to ruin my life I tell you! But ohwells, overslept after tuition till 3.15 and missed Madrasah. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klah bye! (send me pictures, anyone?!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-8883150109873370569?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/8883150109873370569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=8883150109873370569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/8883150109873370569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/8883150109873370569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/07/waus-over-ohmygosh-now-i-cant-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-1345778780378351758</id><published>2007-06-28T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T07:22:49.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because friends make school just a tad more bearable :)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081483873165215442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RoUOqOfjhtI/AAAAAAAAAWU/F7InUwnVDF4/s320/DSC00714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the Snap the first emotion that you show when someone says a name game! Words in bold are the names the person behind camera said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081483185970448066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RoUOCOfjhsI/AAAAAAAAAWM/n9NvWK0HW7E/s320/DSC00748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mcfly!&lt;/strong&gt; (see the unenthuness in everyone else beside the diehard fans, poor things)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081482477300844210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RoUNY-fjhrI/AAAAAAAAAWE/u9vRTRpw5Y0/s320/DSC00747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nash!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081481961904768674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RoUM6-fjhqI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Nz3WRJup16Q/s320/DSC00745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- - - - !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081481102911309458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RoUMI-fjhpI/AAAAAAAAAV0/B_k-DwYiLu8/s320/DSC00744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haizad!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081479977629877890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RoULHefjhoI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Q-b_DZ-MfJM/s320/DSC00743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms Chun!&lt;/strong&gt; (HAHAHA)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081119376470672962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RoPDJufjhkI/AAAAAAAAAVM/do1tWYpS0Hg/s320/DSC00742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Secret ah!)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081118599081592370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RoPCcefjhjI/AAAAAAAAAVE/J3XMl5fHgb0/s320/DSC00741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Syah's picture has been deleted due to the stress caused to Syah herself]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kecuali!&lt;/strong&gt; (double chinku tak senonoh)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081117121612842514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RoPBGefjhhI/AAAAAAAAAU0/GppTuOjXg6g/s320/DSC00739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081116567562061314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RoPAmOfjhgI/AAAAAAAAAUs/i38t9jCyJwA/s320/DSC00737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081115837417620978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RoO_7ufjhfI/AAAAAAAAAUk/hZAi49pYXD8/s320/DSC00734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081115175992657378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RoO_VOfjheI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ysisFs8mQ7g/s320/DSC00729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081113767243384274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RoO-DOfjhdI/AAAAAAAAAUU/oLxZ8oyJC88/s320/DSC00721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081112349904176578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RoO8wufjhcI/AAAAAAAAAUM/1Hgd99ODUus/s320/DSC00713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081111598284899762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RoO8E-fjhbI/AAAAAAAAAUE/uF11EyWkMqQ/s320/DSC00712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081110923975034274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RoO7dufjhaI/AAAAAAAAAT8/q7HkM9liquQ/s320/DSC00711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081110369924253074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RoO69efjhZI/AAAAAAAAAT0/3rP1MfGlN4Q/s320/DSC00708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081109386376742274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RoO6EOfjhYI/AAAAAAAAATs/auIBX98sPsg/s320/DSC00700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081108729246745970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RoO5d-fjhXI/AAAAAAAAATk/Iaao01AC2BI/s320/DSC00697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081107462231393634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RoO4UOfjhWI/AAAAAAAAATc/dxpx_Rw9MHo/s320/DSC00695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Thank you for the presents Bimbo, Sugarball, Nora &amp; Debby! I love you people:)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081106809396364626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RoO3uOfjhVI/AAAAAAAAATU/Iw_rrUByxb8/s320/DSC00693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081106117906629954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RoO3F-fjhUI/AAAAAAAAATM/X06fvs7JtEI/s320/DSC00692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081105460776633650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RoO2fufjhTI/AAAAAAAAATE/NjPo9xMBkQg/s320/DSC00689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081104850891277602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RoO18OfjhSI/AAAAAAAAAS8/IfZgVtr_YlU/s320/DSC00688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081103669775271186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RoO03efjhRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/F76-QTy_AN4/s320/DSC00686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/player2.swf" width="480" height="395" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" flashvars="vidurl=http://images.bzerk31.multiply.com/content/movie/bzerk31:video:5/bzerk31/5.flv/EnK3BtaxFob4xkWl6lQeKg/flash&amp;vidlength=30&amp;amp;numericid=5&amp;userid=bzerk31&amp;amp;baseurl=http://bzerk31.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/player2.swf" width="480" height="395" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" flashvars="vidurl=http://images.bzerk31.multiply.com/content/movie/bzerk31:video:3/bzerk31/3.flv/kD0M5nXya20FVcBBzbeElw/flash&amp;vidlength=28&amp;amp;numericid=3&amp;userid=bzerk31&amp;amp;baseurl=http://bzerk31.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that was yesterday. Ive got more videos but takes too long to upload them. Today....played a mean trick on ncc people. xD Hehee but couldnt really fool Roy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klah Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-1345778780378351758?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/1345778780378351758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=1345778780378351758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/1345778780378351758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/1345778780378351758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/06/because-friends-make-school-just-tad.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RoUOqOfjhtI/AAAAAAAAAWU/F7InUwnVDF4/s72-c/DSC00714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-2806553584998393454</id><published>2007-06-26T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T08:08:43.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are an Okay Student&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouagoodstudentquiz/student-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You know how to get by school, but your heart isn't always in it.Motivation is a problem for you. Maybe you need to study something more exciting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://blogthings.com/areyouagoodstudentquiz/"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You a Good Student?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES I HAVE  NO MOTIVATION WHATSOEVER. EVERYTHING'S BORING LA. I cant wait for the next round of holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-2806553584998393454?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/2806553584998393454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=2806553584998393454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/2806553584998393454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/2806553584998393454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-are-okay-student-you-know-how-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-2506863976318248286</id><published>2007-06-24T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T02:00:18.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the last day of &lt;strong&gt;The Holidays&lt;/strong&gt;! :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nyeh, basically I didnt do whatever I planned to do during the hols like catch up and mug and go for fun courses and have sleepovers and shop and bake a thousand things and rain VideoEzy. But waking up in the afternoon and drooling on the couch everyday beats &lt;em&gt;school&lt;/em&gt;. Yeah school starts tomorrow. Joy to the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday I didnt go swimming with my cousins cause had CMPS if you could even call it that. But I felt really bad cause they were waiting really long and it's not as if I see them often. Anyway we did music videos in my room with my camera and it was really cute:) They all wore my hats and started doing the most retarded moves. I love family, yes I do. But in every family get-together a kid always cries, be in mum's or dad's side so the two kiddies started crying and complaining at different times but they got over it. Ooh then we turned on the radio and I lipsynched to Everytime We Touch while the others kinda floated. Then Thnks Fr Th Mmrs came on and we air guitared from one end of the room to the other and jumped jumped like a couple of maniacs. Wooohooo it felt good to be a kid. Okay then jengjengjeng I accidentally fell on my cousin (Imran tried to pull him up, but too late)while airguitaring and in order to avoid getting scolded by the aunts outside (theyre annoying when they scold), we blasted the music louder to hide his cries and wrapped him in my blanket and asked him to Shhh. We knew we were in deep shit xD cause Zaki &amp; Imran got scolded separately just a few minutes ago for making his sister cry sooo the 3 of them got under the covers shouting " Firah hide! Just hide for stupid reasons! We're gonna get killed!" You should have seen the chaos! Being the eldest (shucks) I had to bring the crying cousin out and we awaited the arrival of the dreaded aunt. (I felt like the time in Perth where Tas&amp;amp;I knocked on pri5 students' door repeatedly for fun and ran away and mrs whatshersname knocked on the door to see us) Yeah got scolded but I managed to defend myself &amp; the others pretty well :). Aunt was quite amused cause InIn was in bed with the two boys so yes, got scolded for that but hey, she's just 7. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Takes out Kiwi Poo from NZ which Jiawen bought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: I've got some bird taik from this excursion for science at Jurong Bird Park! *puts my hand in the bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zaki: Eeeee dont ah Firah! So disgusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: *puts hand inside and eats one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*ALL STARE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: Take one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;An an : * eats. &lt;strong&gt;This taik so sedap.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eyerolling at adults' stupid comments and defending my own kind made me feel so small and kiddish! I used to do that a lot back when I was a kid! Complain complain about everything the adults' said and finding a way to get what I wanted. Like hatching a plan to get into my elder cousin's room to get her StarWars swords which were like treasure to my cousins&amp;amp;me last time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whew okay anyway, got these quotes off the engish article I had to read,&lt;strong&gt; School's Out Forever&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's nothing more artificial in the whole world than a classroom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It may be interesting to ponder how much you've retained of what you learned at school. Those who've forgotten umpteen mathematical formulas and the periodic table are generally none the worse for it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Universities have a discretionary power to accept applicants without entry scores.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You think all children are happy at school? Home-schooled children are better socialized. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is nothing on earth intended for innocent people &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so horrible as a school.&lt;/span&gt; It is a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;prison &lt;/span&gt;where teachers discourse without charm on subjects they &lt;strong&gt;don't understand and don't care about&lt;/strong&gt;. -George Bernard Shaw!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You're the man Mr Shaw, you're the man. I feel you sir! Could you tell that to my teacher?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079552103205345074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rn4xuamklzI/AAAAAAAAASs/JJaJHWtNkBM/s320/DSC00652.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Lastly, Jesse McCartney, I love you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-2506863976318248286?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/2506863976318248286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=2506863976318248286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/2506863976318248286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/2506863976318248286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-last-day-of-holidays-o-nyeh.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rn4xuamklzI/AAAAAAAAASs/JJaJHWtNkBM/s72-c/DSC00652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-1367748264252566648</id><published>2007-06-21T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:25:22.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Life is 35% Perfect&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howperfectisyourlifequiz/perfect-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So your life isn't exactly perfect, but it's not horrible either.Things are fairly bad at times... at least they're not likely to get much worse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://blogthings.com/howperfectisyourlifequiz/"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Perfect is Your Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Uncommon Name Is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/uncommonnamegenerator/girl.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Micha Willow Tee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://blogthings.com/uncommonnamegenerator/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Very Uncommon Name Should You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Taste in Music:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsyourtasteinmusicquiz/music.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;R&amp;B: Highest Influence90's Pop: High Influence90's R&amp;amp;B: High Influence80's R&amp;B: Medium Influence90's Hip Hop: Medium Influence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howsyourtasteinmusicquiz/"&gt;How's" Your Taste in Music?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Totally Like Your Mom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoulikeyourmomquiz/mom-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You and your mom are practically clones.You think alike, and you even seem to read each other's minds.You're definitely you're mother's child... and that's just fine with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://blogthings.com/areyoulikeyourmomquiz/"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You Like Your Mom?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 60% Gross&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howgrossareyouquiz/gross-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're more than a little gross, but probably no more gross than the average person.Maybe it's time to drop some of those disgusting habits that could eventually embarrass you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://blogthings.com/howgrossareyouquiz/"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Gross Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You've Been a Little Ruined by American Culture&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/hasamericancultureruinedyouquiz/american-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you live in the US or not, deep down you're a little American.&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing wrong with loving American culture, but it may have negative effects on your life.&lt;br /&gt;Slow down and enjoy what you have. Reconnect with life's simple pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to be in a consumerist rat race. Life's too short to overwork yourself!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/hasamericancultureruinedyouquiz/"&gt;Has American Culture Ruined You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Paper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyourockpaperorscissorsquiz/paper.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crafty and creative, you are able to adapt freely to almost any situation.&lt;br /&gt;People tend to underestimate you, unless they've truly seen what you are capable of.&lt;br /&gt;Deep down, you're always scheming and thinking up new plans. Your mind is constantly active.&lt;br /&gt;You are quite capable of anything you dream of. You can always figure out  a way to get what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can wrap a rock person up in your sheet of trickery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A scissor person can sneak up and cut you to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you fight: No one can anticipate your next move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone makes you mad: You'll attack them mercilessly when they're unprepared&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyourockpaperorscissorsquiz/"&gt;Are You Rock, Paper, or Scissors?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I'm starting to like blogthings again. This is fun if you're really bored and that pile of homework in the corner just does not seem appealing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-1367748264252566648?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/1367748264252566648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=1367748264252566648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/1367748264252566648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/1367748264252566648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/06/your-life-is-35-perfect-so-your-life.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-8896905777847246145</id><published>2007-06-21T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T08:28:42.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/wdz4oIONh6/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/wdz4oIONh6/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's your name? (Anonymous) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where you at? (Anonymous) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Think about you I getta a rush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna meet my miss Anonymous. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna know, I wanna know your name (your name) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why you gotta be anonymous?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Vinnie just replied my email! I MISS MA HOMIE LOADS LOADS ): I miss trying to act all hiphoppish and mimicking their moves! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Unco9tU7LH/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Unco9tU7LH/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ohyes The Ping Pong Song was our theme song for the trip cause whenever we switched on the tv, it would be on! We watched the video maybe thrice a day? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/gA72B1Taew/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/gA72B1Taew/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha and this is for the the times we made fun of Rihanna and took turns being Jay-Z in the intro and doing our ella ella ella eh eh eh in the lobby toilet. We sang it so much that Rosemary [My mum loves that name. she insists the woman who owns this name looks really like a....rosemary. like rosey. she does though. all rosey and cute.] thought we were rehearsing it to perform that night! xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ooops sorry I gotta recall this or I'll forget!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At breakfast.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ayah: What did you girls do yesterday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Vinnie&amp;Me: Swim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Vinnie's parents: Yah they took so long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ibu: When did you get out of the pool?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: Eh Vinnie. Uhmm...What time were we &lt;strong&gt;playing with the boys?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Both parents: WHAT BOYS?!!! (eyes wide open in terror)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*I put my hand over my mouth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: Omg! Nooooooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I didnt say boys on purpose y'know! It just came out because we were totally innocent, they were small little kids for god's sake. But our parents were shocked beyond belief they thought we gatal gatal. Eh I'm not gatal okay :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Woohoo okay I need to sleep now because I feel like my eyes are about to fall out. I'd be so surprised if they really do. Like imagine suddenly your eyes drop on the table. No, but then you wouldnt be able to see them on the table. -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ENOUGH. ohyeah cmps calls. daaaaaang it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-8896905777847246145?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/8896905777847246145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=8896905777847246145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/8896905777847246145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/8896905777847246145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/06/whats-your-name-anonymous-where-you-at.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-7423585107260164313</id><published>2007-06-19T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T09:28:16.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HongLam Company Trip 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im baaaaack from the Land of Motorcycles :D The guide (Tuan) told us that out of 4 million inhabitants of Hanoi, 2 million have motorcycles. And you should see them ride. They dont follow traffic lights or any other laws for that matter. No helmets, up to 5 people on a motorcycle. If theres not children on board, theres a pig. I even saw a guy carrying a long ladder in one hand, and driving with the other. Daring no? The government would die if singaporeans rode like that. I told ayah that we should take our mototcycle license test here. If you survive, then you deserve the license :D We even had an accident with a man who cut 90 degrees into our lane and just rode in front of our bus when our bus was so near to him. There was blood dripping all over his arm and leg and he had a fight with our bus driver. Had to pay him. Scary. Ohyeah they dont care about road lanes cause they all drive anywhere, into each other. But they're super pro so I guess it's their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm gonna write a really long post with plenty of photos(mostly of surroundings) so if you're not all that interested in motorcycles or limestone mountains, I'm sorry! I like snapping pictures:) And I miss Vinnie My HipHop TaiTai Mermaid Best HomieRoomie A Girl Could Have. I miss her so so much she's just as crazy as me and we made such a ruckus at Sheraton with all the chocolates and anonymous notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme recall this scene.&lt;br /&gt;I had just finished getting my passport stamped and realised the guy who stamped my passport was a very handsome young man. But i shut up and went away. Ibu's turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she waits for him to stamp,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu: HANDSOME NYE LAKI NI. LAWA BETUL! (cups her mouth)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (screams) OMG THATS WHAT I WANTED TO SAY! DAMN HANDSOME RIGHT! *everyone stares&lt;br /&gt;Ibu: Shhh, dont tell ayah. *giggles like a little girl and pinches me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why my mum rocks as a friend. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She wanted to have her picture taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078162539551168290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RnlB7KmklyI/AAAAAAAAASk/GpaaYVuLHAk/s320/DSC00359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078161809406727954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RnlBQqmklxI/AAAAAAAAASc/dJdobi9vUKs/s320/DSC00360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;With the doorlady. The staff are really polite. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078161040607581954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RnlAj6mklwI/AAAAAAAAASU/fXfsVoJGOLg/s320/DSC00382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078160516621571826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RnlAFamklvI/AAAAAAAAASM/gHolDuirbvI/s320/DSC00385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;LOOK AT THAAAT.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078159709167720162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rnk_WamkluI/AAAAAAAAASE/L20HmloejyQ/s320/DSC00388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078158815814522578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rnk-iamkltI/AAAAAAAAAR8/fQZ_ItN-be8/s320/DSC00389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They eat fruits with loads of condensed milk and ice. Looked good but ayah didnt let me try. Oh and they sit on little stools everywhere. Oh and I ate their traditional noodles called Pho which tasted super yummy! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078156320438523586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rnk8RKmklsI/AAAAAAAAAR0/A5K5eSVmt5o/s320/DSC00390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their houses are thing and long and narrow. The taller the house, the more members in the family.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078155744912905906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rnk7vqmklrI/AAAAAAAAARs/FLXYoNEM2Z8/s320/DSC00392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cute Little Boy. Weakness.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078154078465595042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rnk6OqmklqI/AAAAAAAAARk/zKl5V56Mp9c/s320/DSC00397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Traffic lights dont help xD&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078153271011743378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rnk5fqmklpI/AAAAAAAAARc/8Xkp214F0DQ/s320/DSC00398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She got us to pay her later for having my picture taken by buying her lychees. Lychees are good though! Sweeeeet.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078152777090504322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rnk5C6mkloI/AAAAAAAAARU/-COp6rDxc5c/s320/DSC00399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078152184385017458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rnk4gamklnI/AAAAAAAAARM/bC2LIUx6RqY/s320/DSC00400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I love this picture.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078151668988941922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rnk4CamklmI/AAAAAAAAARE/XiuM51WrwRY/s320/DSC00404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078150891599861330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rnk3VKmkllI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ivGOLymf7Zc/s320/DSC00413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078150397678622274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rnk24amklkI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FMF2f8h_v5w/s320/DSC00419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A farmer gets around 1 dollar a day for 80 kg of rice she produces. Guide says farmers and teacher dont get paid well by the government and vietnamese must work really really hard to survive. I saw a lot of farmers. Mostly women working in the hot sun. Oh only women wear hats.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078148765591049778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rnk1ZamkljI/AAAAAAAAAQs/zb88VK2Szoo/s320/DSC00421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Gallery for the Disabled. We went to a centre where disabled children or victims from the American War made handmade items. Their crafts were really pretty! Bought a pot there. I saw a instructor scolding a deaf girl with sign language. Their artwork is amazing man.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078147588770010658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rnk0U6mkliI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Zk4amg9WXvw/s320/DSC00424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Went to the Jetty to take the fishermen's junk!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078144285940160018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RnkxUqmklhI/AAAAAAAAAQc/MuxYq3hA5yA/s320/DSC00433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078143658874934786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RnkwwKmklgI/AAAAAAAAAQU/rn6FseDMamg/s320/DSC00444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078142894370756082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RnkwDqmklfI/AAAAAAAAAQM/FS8YEPm7U-o/s320/DSC00453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The junk was pretty big and had cabins which were really cool and cosy. Everything was super clean, I expected it not to be. But that night turned out to be one of the best sleeps of my life because the bed is freaking comfortable. And outside just smells of seawater(: Ohyeah Vinnei &amp; me pretended this lighted frame was our TV and it was really lame and everyone was asking why we had a TV in our room -.-&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078142254420628962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RnkveamkleI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Jk5E3CD_vZg/s320/DSC00457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Peace ma peace.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078141777679259090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RnkvCqmkldI/AAAAAAAAAP8/AA0tij0VSRM/s320/DSC00470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078140940160636354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RnkuR6mklcI/AAAAAAAAAP0/cxJg-zfC4a8/s320/DSC00464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The view for 2 days (: Loved it loved it loved it. Our junks looked like that. And we ate seafood every meal facing gorgeous scenery.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078140472009201074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rnkt2qmklbI/AAAAAAAAAPs/rbIvCYT0A3I/s320/DSC00471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078139329547900322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rnks0KmklaI/AAAAAAAAAPk/B91SMPLmDTM/s320/DSC00474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078138668122936722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RnksNqmklZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/fB6iyj6AkMc/s320/DSC00476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078137899323790722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rnkrg6mklYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/TSRv28pDRR4/s320/DSC00481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Most fishermen families live on this boat and I wonder how they survive :\&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078137383927715186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RnkrC6mklXI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Pm7YH8gjfIA/s320/DSC00482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He does that alot during the junk stay.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078136739682620770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RnkqdamklWI/AAAAAAAAAPE/njLLqLaBQfs/s320/DSC00493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078135077530277202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rnko8qmklVI/AAAAAAAAAO8/26SKdzyuvIM/s320/DSC00494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Inside this HUMONGOUS cave with freshwater! It's called the cave of surprise cause fishermen found it by surprise xD&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078134136932439362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RnkoF6mklUI/AAAAAAAAAO0/SCRo3sas-Rw/s320/DSC00502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078133432557802802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rnknc6mklTI/AAAAAAAAAOs/c_5Ni2fHoE0/s320/DSC00509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I love this one too.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078132466190161186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RnkmkqmklSI/AAAAAAAAAOk/tcjyofB-1pY/s320/DSC00524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I swam too! Funfunfunfunfunfun.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078131212059710738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RnklbqmklRI/AAAAAAAAAOc/xwtSMCS_c1s/s320/DSC00527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078128948611945730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RnkjX6mklQI/AAAAAAAAAOU/jsS342e0Qr0/s320/DSC00529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078128385971229938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rnki3KmklPI/AAAAAAAAAOM/kSG02g2RQH4/s320/DSC00530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Evening! Pretty right(:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078127350884111586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rnkh66mklOI/AAAAAAAAAOE/7TrWTJStmJE/s320/DSC00533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Toldya the room's really cosy. Vinnie &amp; I spent loads of time in there talking in bed. The first night, we spent 3 hours after our supposedly bedtime to talk about poverty and everything else in the world. I LOVE MY ROOMIE. 3 hours can you imagine? We got so angry at the world and started thinking about life and then we were so proud that we got so deep. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078126092458693842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RnkgxqmklNI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Sht5Z_ioO_0/s320/DSC00536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our room kinda looked like box so we were imagining ourselves as little people. Thats me being a little person carrying the box. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078124503320794306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RnkfVKmklMI/AAAAAAAAAN0/nRa3j1A_X8I/s320/DSC00538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The junk has a deck on the roof which is majorly awesome. There's pool chairs where you can sit throughout the journey and all you see is sky mountain sky.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078123081686619314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RnkeCamklLI/AAAAAAAAANs/Dk58xCSQKlc/s320/DSC00540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;One night, we saw this fire in the distance like HUNGGACAKA men doing tribal rituals in the jungle or something. We wanted to swim there and live there and not go back to school. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078122407376753826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RnkdbKmklKI/AAAAAAAAANk/VPO_gYzsBGw/s320/DSC00544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mother and small kids begging for money. Softspot for me cause I looove kids and I cant stand stuff like this. This is what made Vinnie&amp;me talk and talk and talk. Heh but shant elaborate. Oh both the girls down there are super duper cute okay! They made this money sign with their fingers. Oh before that there were hot small boys with brown hair selling shells. SO CUTE I wanted to cry. Noone wanted to buy their shells. They dont even go to school. Or have food for that matter. Before the junk thing we were wondering where all the youths were and now we see them begging for food ):&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077813169731441810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RngELKmklJI/AAAAAAAAANc/7PcAZnf8ECk/s320/DSC00546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077812289263146114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RngDX6mklII/AAAAAAAAANU/_11xBsNds6U/s320/DSC00550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077811580593542258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RngCuqmklHI/AAAAAAAAANM/2Ch5g5VhyEo/s320/DSC00552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We gave them bread and bananas! Children pedal all by themselves even though thats damn dangerous. And it was raining. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077810871923938402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RngCFamklGI/AAAAAAAAANE/s-ycenVk27s/s320/DSC00551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077810236268778578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RngBgamklFI/AAAAAAAAAM8/6UVnfZld9Qs/s320/DSC00553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077809295670940738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RngApqmklEI/AAAAAAAAAM0/BnnP6SGag7o/s320/DSC00568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Houses by the sea. Their houses are in really bad condition tau):&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077808788864799794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RngAMKmklDI/AAAAAAAAAMs/qDGKLo0uMwg/s320/DSC00564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;See the bridge?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077808063015326754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rnf_h6mklCI/AAAAAAAAAMk/UicCnq9v-gI/s320/DSC00567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Pretty ceramic centre! TALENTED VIETNAMESE PEOPLE I SAY.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077807496079643666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rnf_A6mklBI/AAAAAAAAAMc/SJz5uE5a5TA/s320/DSC00575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077806886194287618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rnf-damklAI/AAAAAAAAAMU/vnNhLW2B-QQ/s320/DSC00579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;One day Vinnie &amp; I decided not to follow our parents out so we spent the day exploring the hotel clad in white robes and bathroom slippers. We became Taitais but Vinnie says HiphopTaitas are cooler so HipHopTaitais we were. We walked across the lobby in our robes. (x Then the pool had a fountain so we wanted to be mermaids so yeah mermaids we became! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*a boy dives*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: Did he just &lt;em&gt;dove&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That grammar mistake totally made us crack up and we began calling him and his friend doveboys and decided they were all gays. Then we said every sentence with Dove in it and laughed our asses off, attracting much attention from a japanese lady.:\ Ooooh then we met two hot kids (Vinnie is soft for kids too!) from Norway who are both blond and bluegreen-eyed and gorgeous. One's 3 and the other's 6! They called themselves Batmen and were really friendly! The younger one was so freaking adorable we wanted to kidnap him. He jumps like a teddybear like JUMP! with leg in the air in sitting down position! And sometimes he loses momentum so he must start again (x Their Dad looked quite scared cause there were 2 hyperactive teenager girls in the pool with his kids but twas okay (; Apparently, the 6 year old named Oxford says Norwegian guys dont like girls with black hair. (x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We spent 3 hours in the pool getting wrinkly then went back to order room service cause my parents couldnt make it earlier and we were really hungry. Order pastaaaa and tiramisu. Oh btw, the toilet has this speaker that allows you to listen to the TV and adjust the volume. COOL RIGHT. I loved bathing. Bathing and toweling and getting under the covers(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077805773797757938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rnf9cqmkk_I/AAAAAAAAAMM/f3oiLw5Jerw/s320/DSC00583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Visisted Templeof Literature. Loads of students were touching the heads of the stone turtles to get good luck for their exams because on those stones were engraved those who had passed the King's exams. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077804983523775458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rnf8uqmkk-I/AAAAAAAAAME/gS5c_cdYCgE/s320/DSC00588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They prayed a lot too. A lot a lot. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077804287739073490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rnf8GKmkk9I/AAAAAAAAAL8/jojzvRkkCSY/s320/DSC00593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Went to see Ho Chi Minh's houses and all. We didnt queue to see his body because the queue was long and ugly. Ho Chi Minh sounds like a really really really good ruler/president. Oh and i saw this photog book of the American War and it was so so sad. Vietnam's got a difficult history. Ohyeah i bought a book from a walking shop man with funny teeth about war. Shall read it soon. Haha and that man who sold me the book became our friend. We even met him later on after the junk trip and he's a rather funny fellow who pesters us to buy his books. But his books are nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077803815292670914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rnf7qqmkk8I/AAAAAAAAAL0/CG4FY791c_c/s320/DSC00596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Before I forget, they speak french in Vietnam too(: Some titles were in french so I was very proud. Ceh.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077802616996795314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rnf6k6mkk7I/AAAAAAAAALs/30KG7NtOenE/s320/DSC00601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077800061491254178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rnf4QKmkk6I/AAAAAAAAALk/cJ1kphQOBRw/s320/DSC00605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We had a one-person trishaw ride through the &lt;em&gt;real &lt;/em&gt;parts of Hanoi in between alleys and beside old shops. I thought I was gonna die because motorcycles dont care and just zoom zoom and theres no traffic lights and I was in a freaking trishaw which is well, flimsy compared to anything esle. But I survived(: I loved sightseeing on the trishaw though, it's so nice to see pure vietnam life.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077796969114801042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rnf1cKmkk5I/AAAAAAAAALc/M6Qa7Jp_U1g/s320/DSC00607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Saw a mosque and I excitedly pointed to it BUT the man riding my trishaw nodded excitedly back and said "YES, CHURCH." Lerrr, I dont think he knows what a muslim is. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077796393589183362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rnf06qmkk4I/AAAAAAAAALU/cjqDCRjlBoY/s320/DSC00609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077795809473631090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rnf0Yqmkk3I/AAAAAAAAALM/u7Jg29lukXk/s320/DSC00610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077795251127882594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rnfz4Kmkk2I/AAAAAAAAALE/ZWQ0gRV97_M/s320/DSC00611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077794709962003282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RnfzYqmkk1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/epVNzzXVmwc/s320/DSC00613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Shopping was so fun! Bargaining is easy with my dad around and I loved walking on the streets into small shops selling tribal headbands and woven scarves. Pretty awesome. I like.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077794216040764226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rnfy76mkk0I/AAAAAAAAAK0/ao4iXGi61uA/s320/DSC00614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077793760774230834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RnfyhamkkzI/AAAAAAAAAKs/mABUiTau9OE/s320/DSC00615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;No, we dont drink but the bottles were cute so had to take a picture!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077786072782770978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rnfrh6mkkyI/AAAAAAAAAKk/6ZmpYix2z-o/s320/DSC00616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Again, I thought I was gonna die cause Vinnie said maybe we were gonna have a tornado.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077783667601085202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RnfpV6mkkxI/AAAAAAAAAKc/PnvbbiXNvFs/s320/DSC00617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077782383405863682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RnfoLKmkkwI/AAAAAAAAAKU/y2v1G_obvco/s320/DSC00619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077780953181754098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rnfm36mkkvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Z2YQi3j2d3c/s320/DSC00620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;DRESS UP NIGHT. Vinnie is so pro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;V: Have you put on lipstick?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;V: Eyeliner?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;V: Eyeshdow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;V: Okay sit down I'll do the work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077779647511696098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rnflr6mkkuI/AAAAAAAAAKE/KnKdD1uXrwU/s320/DSC00621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077777405538767570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RnfjpamkktI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2S-DFG99cvo/s320/DSC00623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Food was damn yummy. We were half an hour late though cause we had turns hairdrying. Oooh then there was this groovy old song playing when we were at the dessert table so we started shaking then someone saw us and laughed when we thought noone was looking so we stopped(:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077776477825831618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RnfizamkksI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/CcKlcR5nVFs/s320/DSC00624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Boss's daughter danced to Smack That. This made me miss Yawaar so much because he also performed!): Anyway, this little lady has got a handphone AND computer AND radio AND her own money to shop AND shes not even in primary school. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077774639579828914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RnfhIamkkrI/AAAAAAAAAJs/KPNtCMmyc_Q/s320/DSC00629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Disgusting game. Of all parents, mine had to be chosen to play this game where guys hang balls by their belts and had to jerk to hit a candle to HIT the wife. My parents! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077770692504883874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RnfdiqmkkqI/AAAAAAAAAJk/hvk7tNH6Dkw/s320/DSC00642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077769202151232146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RnfcL6mkkpI/AAAAAAAAAJc/UJyCA8HEJeQ/s320/DSC00647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We camwhored at 12.30 am(x Before that we spent time going to the Lobby toilet and singing from HipHop Countdown and dancing in the lift and not wanting to go to sleep because we insisted we were adults and had to find fun stuff to do. Vinnie found a crush and I crushed this little boy (duh) who was so hot.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Im no paedo.&lt;/span&gt; Oooh then we sang Anonymous near the Lift Area and pretended to be in a music video and even tried singing it Chinese Style and whatever nonsense. The staff kept laughing at us and most of them knew us anyway from our daily calls and thank you notes. We left Thank You notes signed with Anonymous to the staff saying they rocked and how much we loved them. Then we would start singing the song to hint that we were the Anonymous-es.(x Hahaaa I love Vinnie I love Vinnie!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077765302320927346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RnfYo6mkknI/AAAAAAAAAJM/rnUFqvm22xM/s320/DSCN1935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Vinnie &amp; I have the same taste! Okay almost. Almost. Most feelings. Like how we need salty food to balance sweet stuff during breakfast and how we fell in love with plain water and our views on models and shiz. I can fart all I want in front of her and we'll both roll on the floor laughing at some stupid comment about the smell. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077764688140604002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RnfYFKmkkmI/AAAAAAAAAJE/MR1FTHgao78/s320/DSCN1952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spent that last night watching HipHop Countdown AGAIN and started dancing and doing our korean exercise we saw on TV the other day. Alah I miss that girl. Oh even the first night we discussed how old Spongebob really was and why the person whose car gets pimped always opens the door. Doesnt he/she have a parent? Then we'd go into how Rihanna looks like a complete Bapok in Umbrella (we finally concluded we commented too much on her and should move on to the next victim)then end up mouthing memorized words from the advertisement on Linkin Park and The Fray. Then we'd ask oursleves why the hell we were so analytical and tv was supposed to be relaxing so we gave up and slept. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077764224284136018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RnfXqKmkklI/AAAAAAAAAI8/n_QiXkmQCMI/s320/DSCN1959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many more pics but I'm too lazy too put them all up here cause theres more than 200 xD I love company trips because they always bring us to the best places and I get to dress up for dinners and room with Vinnie. But we really missed yawaar &amp; ika &amp;amp;amp;amp; moley &amp; kecik &amp;amp; mina &amp; madina. I miss Ika so much because we rocked Bangkok when the 3 of us roomed together last last year. That was one of the best trips everrrrrr. I miss cool company kids (: not the richy rich ones who have two maids each okay. Girly quizzes and coffees at midnight! Scandals &amp;amp; Prank phone calls. Gym &amp; 7 eleven. Toilet exchanges &amp;amp; secrets! I miss very very much. But now yawaar &amp; ika cant go for company trips no more cause their dads quit :\ Then Brisbane was pretty ruined because I just haaaaaad to be an idiot. Okay this makes me miss Tas now (x BABE ARE YOU BACK YETTTTT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY THAT WAS A LONGGGG POST. SORRY I BET YOURE DROOLING ON YOUR KEYBOARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, I made Diy miss her Math Clinic Appointment today. Very shitty of me. I'm sorry diy im sorry diy im sorry diy I LOVE YOU DIY! Heh I slept very late the night before spending 2 &amp;amp; a half hours on the phone with moo. I LOVE YOU MOO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I plan after this whoooole post and listening to Jesse McCartney a bit more, to do my tuition homework, read Frankenstein and attempt math clinic worksheets. Shut up! I will!&lt;br /&gt;I want a diary. I want Jesse McCartney's album. That I want now. Right now. I should buy tmr ah since I never used my birthday money(stupid kan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tas replies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iqah&lt;/strong&gt; Oat prawns! Oats prawns or oat? NVM LA STILL NICE(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tas&lt;/strong&gt; I miss you toooooo we need to talk and laugh and eat pratas. Babiloy. EEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hanis&lt;/strong&gt; I miss you woman. None taken dude, it does sound weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diy&lt;/strong&gt; You and your ideas xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATIQA THE GREAT&lt;/strong&gt; Lerrr tiq not good enough for yaaa? (: KIDDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liy&lt;/strong&gt; Alahai look whos talking Miss Swims like a Cute Baby Seal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moo&lt;/strong&gt; Susu kambing with eggs. EW. PAPA UNTA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hanis&lt;/strong&gt; Right on. Kau kedi la moo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheila&lt;/strong&gt; Im hooooome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh there are 3 things I want to say because I have to say things before they escape from my mind and I may not get to blog tmr.&lt;br /&gt;1)I have this urge to play badminton and sweat it out. Ceyy sweat it out like I ever did sweat it all out. I used to play badminton with my cousins when i was young at tampines stadium! I loved it! Being all fit even for a moment makes you feel good. I feel very boncet these days. These years:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)I want to be a photographer or something. No, actually thats not the point. I realised I like to learn but not &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; way. I want to go out thereeeee and learn and learn and learn and explore. Because I like new places and new stories. Why cant I do all that now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I love people who make me feel special. Especially if they say it with the littlest of words. Because they make so much more of a difference to me, and they dont realise it and it's not even on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheee it's late. Looks like no homework today. Figures. Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh another thing, I thought I was gonna die &lt;em&gt;again &lt;/em&gt;when on the flight back home the plane shook and dipped and people screamed and my coke spilled and babeis cried and things flew and my life flashed past my face xD I was seriously thinking that my time had come. But Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah go to sleep la zaff.&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-7423585107260164313?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/7423585107260164313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=7423585107260164313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/7423585107260164313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/7423585107260164313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/06/honglam-company-trip-2007-im-baaaaack.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RnlB7KmklyI/AAAAAAAAASk/GpaaYVuLHAk/s72-c/DSC00359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-8126890342891971491</id><published>2007-06-13T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T08:11:43.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So my mum is trying to match up my cousins from my two families, dad's side and mum's. Omg that'd be cool y'know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ibu: Eh imran ajmain going to your concert ah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: Yup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ibu: Ohh Bik Jun wants to go! And Kak Yaya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: (happy) Okay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ibu: How much is a ticket?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: 12 dollars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ibu: (snorts&amp;laughslikecrazy) *speaks into handphone EH JUN THE TICKET 12 DOLLARS! cekik darah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: IBUU I NEED 5 PEOPLE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bik Jun: (she was so loud i could hear) HAHAHAHA. TANAK AH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ibu: Thats why! What? Yah macam nak tengok michael jackson(??) okay bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: So does she want to come?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ibu: Yeah right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ibu: Eh parents free is it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sadly, no mother no.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha alamak okay sorry. Come to Wau! tau! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075564402164666946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RnAG7qmkkkI/AAAAAAAAAI0/BRJwBovjexg/s320/wau+poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There's gonna be eclairs:) or however you spell it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-8126890342891971491?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/8126890342891971491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=8126890342891971491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/8126890342891971491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/8126890342891971491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/06/hahahaha-so-my-mum-is-trying-to-match.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RnAG7qmkkkI/AAAAAAAAAI0/BRJwBovjexg/s72-c/wau+poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-2941430415492176935</id><published>2007-06-13T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T07:12:12.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9icm5SZlJnZuEGbsVme6lGcuwWatFmZ/Justin%2520Timberlake%2520-%2520Summer%2520Love.rbs&amp;amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;amp;colors=body:#CC0000;border:#FF9900;button:#FFFFFF;player_text:#CCFF66;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#CC0000" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9SNuIjLn9Gbi5ybpRWYy9SbvNmL1lGajRmbv1WehJnL3d3d/robin_thicke-lost_without_you.rbs&amp;amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;amp;colors=body:#669900;border:#FFCCFF;button:#FFFF00;player_text:#090909;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#669900" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Heh I said I was gonna post again ytd but blogger is kinda screwed up. Today was tiring! Had tuition way too early, then skit prac, then class gathering. But! What made me tired was the fact &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I was/am super heavy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and I ate too much in one day. Iqah&amp;I found out we shared a love of &lt;strong&gt;oat prawns &lt;/strong&gt;and ate the medium sized dish at Sakura along with Tom Yam Soup and nasi. It was super goood! Ate more&amp;amp;more atLeanna's(including spaghetti) so now I feel like an elephant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, I'm going off to Hanoi tmr! I'm excited:) We're staying on a boat for one night! Okay till I get back, toodles! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-2941430415492176935?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/2941430415492176935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=2941430415492176935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/2941430415492176935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/2941430415492176935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/06/heh-i-said-i-was-gonna-post-again-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-8726306581219430944</id><published>2007-06-12T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T07:03:24.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's talk morningbreath&amp;bedhair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075175836473397810" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rm6gi6mkkZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/a22vNT0K0rg/s320/DSC00348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075169591590949250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rm6f2qmkkYI/AAAAAAAAAHU/PPN0kmzIfP4/s320/DSC00349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cousin's got tickets to Christina Aguilera's concert and so does Siska's friend! I am very jealous. But no, I cant go anyway): And so many other artists are coming to singaporeeee.grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay anyway! Sleptover at Siska's last night and we went kain shopping at Arab street today &amp; made our IC/passport along the way which took about 2 hours. Kain shopping longer but I'm happy with the kain we bought.Camwhored alot (x Oh &amp;amp; my baju butterfly (pajamas) caused quite a load of humiliation last night. Sorry Sis! Watched cowbelles too and talked in bed! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY BYE NOW I shall be posting somemore in.....15 min. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-8726306581219430944?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/8726306581219430944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=8726306581219430944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/8726306581219430944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/8726306581219430944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/06/lets-talk-morningbreath-my-cousins-got.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rm6liKmkkjI/AAAAAAAAAIs/huUmokbsGvg/s72-c/Copy+of+DSC00316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-4320332956645913306</id><published>2007-06-11T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T03:45:15.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eeee I hate you):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shit, have I said I miss Tas? &amp; Hanis. I need Hanis's sarcastic remarks now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But nvm, sleepover at bestfriend's tonight, I really wanna talk to somebody who doesnt know you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-4320332956645913306?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/4320332956645913306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=4320332956645913306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/4320332956645913306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/4320332956645913306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/06/eeee-i-hate-you-shit-have-i-said-i-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-1046457403986114560</id><published>2007-06-10T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T06:44:50.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm too lazy to blog details about kem so if you want pictures, tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.AM.SO.BORED. ))): I can't wait for Ugly Betty to start but until then, I'll just entertain myself by chatting with Azira xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know what. I wanna pack my bags right now and fly all over the world. Now now now! I shall join the Globe Trekker crew and be on Travel&amp;Living. I'd love that. I wanna meet loadssss of people from different parts of the globe and eat different types of food and buy gorgeous gorgeous clothes! I wanna go on a cruise. Or something. Or ride an elephant somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh I wanna be a superrstarrrr. &amp;amp; walk down the red carpet next to johnny depp. No, maybe I'll even be in POTC 4. Or maybe my own show like Miley or Raven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am so losing it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I fantasize alot. Damn alot. It takes most of my time. :\ But at least it keeps me from thinking about &lt;em&gt;how I'm gonna finish RS&lt;/em&gt; or some stupid stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;If I lived on a higher floor, I'd imagine some guy waiting for me outside my window while I throw my suitcases down and climb down without waking my parents. But then I'll come back cause I'll probably miss my parents. (x That's after a few days ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'see. Urgh frustration frustration. I want to go out now! Go out somewhere fun kay not to kallang to makan sup kambeng with my parents. I bet all my older cousins are out somewhere. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for a l'election presidentielle outing &amp; a disco mamas one. But Moo's at umrah, Syaf hasnt replied me &amp;amp; Tas is in Bangkok riding a tuktuk or something. I miss Tas I miss Tas I miss Tas I miss Tas.&lt;em&gt; I suddenly miss french. &lt;/em&gt;I wanna go to France with l'election presidentielle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayla bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-1046457403986114560?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/1046457403986114560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=1046457403986114560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/1046457403986114560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/1046457403986114560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-too-lazy-to-blog-details-about-kem.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-1865057519873699067</id><published>2007-06-08T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T08:25:13.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! I just got back from Jurong Point after eating some lovely kebabs. Okay two kebabs. I normally eat one but well, I was hungry. :\ I wish there's banquet here in siglap! One super big banquet like jurong cause jurong has the best. And it's got kebabs. I love kebabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kem Kewartawan's over and we got &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fourth&lt;/span&gt;! I am very happy with that :) Camp was a blast la! Even with all the pressure and deadlines but it rocked really. Even though 3 quarters of the time I was freezing my butt off&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(kencing beku!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, maybe I wanna be a wartawan. Maybe. But I don't really think it's my cuppa tea. I never really thought of being a wartawan, though I like writing(in malay that was really hard). Coming up with words was so tough. My malay sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our instructors?advisors? were fun and funny and nice. Farid was the funniest. That man is just whoah funny. He makes jokes most of the time and theyre all funny! Not like people who try too hard to be funny y'know. And &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aida&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that girl reads my mind. See, we both are really thinking the same thing, then I'll say something like "She's hot" or "He's hot" and she'll be &lt;em&gt;shuttup zaff!&lt;/em&gt; and I'll be &lt;em&gt;you started it!&lt;/em&gt; then we'll just smile like a bunch of losers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there was this guy, Fauzan. He was so sporting but he fell down when he wanted to come on stage to sing! Aww kesian. He couldnt stand up later on:\ But he was really brave. We had this sorta singing thing while waiting for results and about 10 people sang? Noone dared to at first but I was surprised to see many people come forward to sing. Ooooh there was this st marg's girl, Lydia. Her voice is daaaaaaaaaaaamn nice. Like super super nice, you don't know how good a fifteenyearold can sing. And she sang one of my favourite songs so thats good:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made some friends too, like TKGS girls(tas's friends!) and st marg's girls. I met Syamimi!(: Anyway, I made friends with the Kranji girl and she was really nice. She told me not to worry about stress (x and about her cca. I wish I got her email or something! Shit, I should really get into this whole socialising thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was good too. Not bad for food that comes from a styrofoam packet. Maybe we're just used to gross angklung lunches. yuck. We had teas and breakfasts like cakes and epok-epoks and pizzas. I miss that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the main thing that bothered me after camp was that &lt;em&gt;I'm not a normal kid&lt;/em&gt;. Maybe it's just me, but I wanna be like everyone else in that room. I don't want to answer &lt;em&gt;rgs&lt;/em&gt; to everyone that asks my school and then talk about stressstressstress. I don't want to start every conversation with what homework we get and get praised for how smart we are. I wanna socialise like a normal kid! Nowadays I wish noone asks me what school I am and thats just plain sad. I realised I'm not like other malay teens): I used to feel so &lt;em&gt;budak sekolah makan maggi bawah blk&lt;/em&gt; in primary school! That feeling's gone now &amp; I wish I was brave like the other kids and could interact well and make jokes and know what everyone else is talking about. There's this thing about kids from other schools that I/we don't have. I dunno what it is but they seem to have something in common. If we don't talk, we seem antisocial or snobbish when actually we're begging to join in! I dunno la but I dont seem to have manymany friends besides my rgs friends. Except from madrasah &amp;amp; my pri school &amp; bestfriends &amp;amp; company kids. It felt really good during camp to laugh at Farid's jokes and then smile knowingly at another girl knowing she's just as tickled as you are! And wishing that we could all just talk about how cold we are and not bring up what school we're from. Thank God for Obor shirts then :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay topic closed, had to get that off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells I'm beat &amp;amp; Ive got tuition tmr so I'll post pictures from camp tmr! Complete with details on the celebs we met! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight! (I hate RS. Another reason to hate school.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-1865057519873699067?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/1865057519873699067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=1865057519873699067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/1865057519873699067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/1865057519873699067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-i-just-got-back-from-jurong-point.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-2919163889656538114</id><published>2007-06-04T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T05:55:27.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RmQKY-XzFbI/AAAAAAAAAHM/psHw0jgBCRo/s1600-h/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072190504501974450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RmQKY-XzFbI/AAAAAAAAAHM/psHw0jgBCRo/s320/scan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NAH 8)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I shall blog about Kem Kewartawanan when it's all over with pictures okay! All I can say it that it was a very very good first day. 3 words baby 3 words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just Do It. :):):):)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joget Dengan Ikhlas :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-2919163889656538114?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/2919163889656538114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=2919163889656538114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/2919163889656538114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/2919163889656538114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/06/nah-8-i-shall-blog-about-kem.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RmQKY-XzFbI/AAAAAAAAAHM/psHw0jgBCRo/s72-c/scan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-3294771988836214052</id><published>2007-06-02T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T23:57:12.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outing with the sisterhood :) where we argued over pizza and everything else. Had mass present opening! I love my presents veryvery much. Neos will come soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pathetic night with Bimbo, we are insecure of malay&amp;chinese versions of mats&amp;amp;minahs, no holiday classes led us to believe our holidays are gonna be really lazy and boring ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I love my Bimbo! :) We can still hope yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent the night before watching How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days and eating Nutella out of the bottle while sms-ing Tas, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071709244826523026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RmJUr-XzFZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rj2fjwpVluQ/s320/DSC00045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071708759495218562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RmJUPuXzFYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8o413Qbd46E/s320/DSC00036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071707956336334194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RmJTg-XzFXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/FO3JOjuhq9w/s320/DSC00017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ta-dah, new camera!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My birthday was really relaxing and happy because I didn't wanna plan anything mumbojumbo so we just had dinner with the family at simpang bedok, my ultimate food place. The greatgreat thing that happened was my agliooglio wasnt keyed in and my meal was the only meal that came late so KakYaya asked the waiter why the birthday girl's meal was late. So! They gave us free fruits which was really nice enough but when we were abotu to leave they gave me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;roti prata ice cream cake&lt;/span&gt;(?) with a candle on top! :D It was so good and it was free. So yeah, free birthday cake :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;most awesome thing&lt;/span&gt; about my birthday was I qattam-ed Quran! I know I'm pretty old but still, qattaming on your birthday is super significant, like it marks...marks something. I did it straight after Subuh and it felt damn satisfying. Like finally :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh &amp; Thank you to everyone who wished me and gave me presents. It made my day really. Now, I've got a lot of moolah to spend and I'm waiting for Nurdiyanah to come back from NZ to shop. I miss that girl ): &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fifteen is old, but I havent felt my fifteen-ness so far. Heh, but it's sad that I'm much further away from being a kid, and so close to being an adult. I don't even like the idea of being an adult. It seems life gets so much more boring &amp;amp; stressful &amp; dull as you get older. And I thought it was the other way around. I remember wanting to grow up fast so I could have a credit card like my mom. I remember saying this particular playground is boring, and let's go to another one. Boring to a kid was not having every cartoon channel show your favourite show or tagging along while your mom analyzes dumb bottles of perfume at Isetan. Well, myohmy the rate of boredom in my life has certainly gone up! I hope life gets better and better. Maybe it takes time? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aksara was fascinating enough but not thaaaat good. Ibu&amp;amp;Ayah wanted to explore more of Malaysia so we went to &lt;em&gt;tempat tempat perkampungan &lt;/em&gt;where it was all roadside stalls and trees and motors. I like! We went really deep, 2 1/2 hrs away from JB. Thank God I had my Dunkin Donuts which we got from Pelangi before to keep me alive. I love my Dunkin Donuts, they are one of the awesomest breads/delicacies/whatever that humankind has created. That and chocolate danishes.I finished all 6 of them flat before we even reached the Malaysian immigration at night. Accomplishment accomplishment. Anyway, we found this gorgeous secluded beach with a really clean&amp;nice resort. The beach was almost totally empty and there was this naked boy swimming away. Ayah says we can have a family holiday there next time. Ibu says we're such good explorers. Okay then we ended up at a construction site with thousands of motors &amp;amp; all the men were staring at us like &lt;em&gt;what the hell is a singaporean car doing in the middle of a construction area? &lt;/em&gt;Tsk, so we went on exploring till we got real hungry (or maybe thats just me) and ate at a small seafood restaurant where I had my swell ikan masak kicap :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had a really long drive home through the trees and the unlit roads, &amp; this is when I started thinking of &lt;em&gt;Jangan Pandang Belakang&lt;/em&gt;, which I did a couple of times, to make sure. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Bus transporting us to Fort Canning for our &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gig ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was late so we played on the swing while I ate my BK breakfast. I swear, Kecuali is the most annoying and menyampah kid on earth. And she's pretty crazy, as Abu proved yesterday night. Eee Kecuali is as painful the dragging your nails across the blackboard. :\ Haha kesian budak tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Fort Canning is really pretty, and other than Kak Fads's sister's wedding, there was this other ceremony taking place on the grass and they were blasting out jazzy love songs. Very cool. Oooh but Kak Fads's sister's wedding was even cooler ah! Very green and jungly and cosy and comfortable and nice and pretty and perfect. The wedding planner's good, and her daughter is so cute! Curly hair, shes pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about pretty,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak Fads's whole family is beauuuuutiful. Thus, the performance was filled with nudgenudges to Abu and glances to Syah and glares to Azira. xD Plus, a hi-5 to YiLing cause she's a junior with good taste. :) But other than that the people seemed to like our perf. Kak Fads's dad's aunt was our old old angklung teacher-in-charge when Kak Farid was still in school! Haha, small world. Only 7 secthrees performed but it was fun all the same :) We collected one stack of postcards (prettier than movie ones) too. Walked all the way to dhoby to have LJs for lunch but dinner was nasi briyani itself and boy, was it sedapgiler. The dessert, mm mm mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the car after sending Aqi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu: What were you all whispering about?&lt;br /&gt;Me: When?&lt;br /&gt;Ibu: Outside the place!(I told you guys my parents were there!) Ehhh gatal ehhh. Talk about the boys yang mat salleh right. (my mum just knows these kinda things)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;Ibu: The 3 of them who walked out right...Where got handsome? (!)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh ehh ibu.&lt;br /&gt;Ayah: &lt;strong&gt;Theyre good looking what.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is the bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-3294771988836214052?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/3294771988836214052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=3294771988836214052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/3294771988836214052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/3294771988836214052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/06/monday-outing-with-sisterhood-where-we.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RmJUr-XzFZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rj2fjwpVluQ/s72-c/DSC00045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-2707507793476740521</id><published>2007-05-26T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T21:50:40.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I am happy because!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069096474531845330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RlkMYuin1NI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KLOozeKanOI/s320/JDI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069096345682826434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RlkMROin1MI/AAAAAAAAAGc/BwvtINDM6M0/s320/scan0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069095804516947122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RlkLxuin1LI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wsQTIldBeTU/s320/DSCN1895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069094344228066450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RlkKcuin1JI/AAAAAAAAAGE/aikzMo3fvjI/s320/DSCN1883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a picture with Nash but I look very fugly in it and it's on sheila's blog anyway so nvm:) And he said "You don't bend down, I bend down." Yesyes Sheila, Sheila's cousin, Iqah, Bimbo &amp; I went to see JDI at Tampines Library and it was veryvery cool :) And! Nash asked "Any of you ladies wanna dance?" at one point then Sheila&amp;amp;I had difficulty answering cause we were too staring at his face. Oh and I kept pulling Sheila's bulus off her arm cause I was too exciteddd. I can't wait for mondays now :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069095052897670306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RlkLF-in1KI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ilLaop3ddgk/s320/DSCN1893.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Social beginning eh soulpatrol? &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ohman): Liy&amp;Diy&amp;amp;Sheila are leaving today!&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/27032183-2707507793476740521?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/2707507793476740521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=2707507793476740521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/2707507793476740521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/2707507793476740521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-happy-because-i-have-picture-with.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RlkMYuin1NI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KLOozeKanOI/s72-c/JDI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-7037667675787373930</id><published>2007-05-25T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T03:27:47.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School's out!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ohyes Happy Belated to Aida &amp; Hanis, I love you both!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Holidays officially start now but I feel the same, maybe because it's still Friday. I really wanna do a lot of stuff during the holidays that I'm not sure is possible but I shall try because if I don't do what I wanna do then Term 3 will be very sad. I think I'm gonna miss class outing to sixuan's cause I'll be away but nvm la, some other time. I cant wait for Hanoi, never been there before. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kem Kewartawanan will be fun, I hope. And hopefully next monday I'll be going out with my disco mamaaaaaaas :D Oh yeah I havent ask moo. OI MOO CAN OR NOT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh yesterday was freaky, people shouldnt look up at trees at night and point :\ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh! Wednesday we watched Jeux D'enfants which is a reaaaaaaly realllllyyyy awesome french movie! I can't get over it's coolness:) French movies are never boring, not cliche &amp; very interesting. Out of the box kinda love story. Kinda sadistic but Very nice. Plus, the actors were really cute when they were little and hot when they grew older! The guy is really cute :D:D The part where they kissed on top of a car was the bestest! Bea has the CD and I wanna borrow it so can watch it with Tas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wanna wtch Priceless but it's NC-16. Let's sneak in ah Tas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Game?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-7037667675787373930?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/7037667675787373930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=7037667675787373930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/7037667675787373930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/7037667675787373930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/05/schools-out-ohyes-happy-belated-to-aida.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-5761613784149770355</id><published>2007-05-22T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T06:37:51.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tas: &lt;/strong&gt;you're gatal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hanis:&lt;/strong&gt; you're gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;moo: &lt;/strong&gt;you're lame. give the picture to gatal tas who cant shut up about the picture :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my &lt;em&gt;friend&lt;/em&gt;'s birthday &amp; if I don't wrap her present she'll be pretty sad &amp;amp; we don't want her to be sad during her birthday right so adios amigos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-5761613784149770355?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/5761613784149770355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=5761613784149770355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/5761613784149770355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/5761613784149770355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/05/tas-youre-gatal.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-452702456338335761</id><published>2007-05-21T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T06:26:30.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss Saturday. Now it's back to &lt;s&gt;hell&lt;/s&gt; school. Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067004232753206402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RlGdgOin1II/AAAAAAAAAF8/WQruITFnUm8/s320/WALLET.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067003803256476786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RlGdHOin1HI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ZHJ2ZT_8u3I/s320/CHARM+BRACELET.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT AH!&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/27032183-452702456338335761?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/452702456338335761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=452702456338335761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/452702456338335761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/452702456338335761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-miss-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RlGdgOin1II/AAAAAAAAAF8/WQruITFnUm8/s72-c/WALLET.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-406315043403101</id><published>2007-05-20T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T09:41:02.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meet the hottie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066682780220904546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RlB5JOin1GI/AAAAAAAAAFs/GXcN7j--SxA/s320/DSCN1880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RlB49ein1FI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2z6uUAvZ2iE/s1600-h/DSCN1881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066682578357441618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RlB49ein1FI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2z6uUAvZ2iE/s320/DSCN1881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just finished watching &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gubra &lt;/span&gt;alone in my parents' room with the lights off but the sexy stained glass light on and the aircon on full blast, pillows and covers all around me. From here I can see my parents taking a walk outside holding hands talking about how many more plants we need in the house i bet :) I love the movie! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gubra&lt;/span&gt; cant beat&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Sepet&lt;/span&gt; because Jason's not there anymore): but his brother Alan is cute(!) and that nurse guy is super cute too!Yay chinese guys:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sharifah Amani is so chioooo and the movie's hilarious. I was laughing out loud like some crazy dickhead. &lt;em&gt;"Tetek berbulu""I saw her bogel tengah skipping rope" &lt;/em&gt;Haha. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sepet&amp;Gubra &lt;/span&gt;must be two of my favourite movies because theyre both so meaningful and funny and open. The movie shows everything, it doesnt hide certain stuff so yeah it's real unique compared to other malaysian movies. I think living in a kampong is fun. I wished I had the chance to grow up in a kampong and hear the tuktuktuk of the bilal knocking that wooden thing then the azan. Oh and theres this part where Timah and Mas were praying then Alan was praying in the church then Jason's parents were praying for their dead son. Like 3 different types of prayers.So meaningful. I love it when the chinese speak malay (so cute!) and when Orked sings korean/chinese? songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish Jason was alive though cause Orked's husband is a creep although I thought he was nice at first. He calles her budak kecik and she calls him orang tua. Heh. Oooh and the bilal and his wife are so adorable. Tak malu but touching. Ahwell, love is sweet man :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I enjoyed yesterday. For once, after a really long time, I had fun :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baked brownies and cookies with the mooster and then went swimming with the same slenger sleepover bunch whom I love:) Slept in the car on the way to drama and dreamt about Liy and Mrs Anis....and hari raya. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066682002831823922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RlB4b-in1DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/0qeryOVOvE8/s320/DSCN1877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066681715069015074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RlB4LOin1CI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jbIU3fvruP8/s320/DSCN1876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066681311342089234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RlB3zuin1BI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Rd8beJ0opwQ/s320/DSCN1874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066681023579280386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RlB3i-in1AI/AAAAAAAAAE8/nbfR2Dl-9Yk/s320/DSCN1873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066680546837910514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RlB3HOin0_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/GfhDuJeadM4/s320/DSCN1871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066679919772685282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RlB2iuin0-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/3FnPwDHhwD4/s320/DSCN1868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066679430146413522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RlB2GOin09I/AAAAAAAAAEk/_5HHGbghYHM/s320/DSCN1867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066678931930207170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RlB1pOin08I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Cr48OUw7z3s/s320/DSCN1865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066678253325374386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RlB1Buin07I/AAAAAAAAAEU/aL08b5vaXvY/s320/DSCN1857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066676750086820770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RlBzqOin06I/AAAAAAAAAEM/4_7qORSWZjs/s320/DSCN1855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066662593874612994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RlBmyOin0wI/AAAAAAAAAC8/vD9lik97U5o/s320/DSCN1824.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066665239574467346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RlBpMOin0xI/AAAAAAAAADE/THLOEnrFhaI/s320/DSCN1830.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066665591761785634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RlBpguin0yI/AAAAAAAAADM/gO9Vu9Q7T6E/s320/DSCN1831.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066665909589365554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RlBpzOin0zI/AAAAAAAAADU/-sjHnKRoz9c/s320/DSCN1832.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066669066390328130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RlBsq-in00I/AAAAAAAAADc/5hXMGFVr-K0/s320/DSCN1845.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066670642643325778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RlBuGuin01I/AAAAAAAAADk/yEwPa4Qr6iI/s320/DSCN1847.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066672364925211490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RlBvq-in02I/AAAAAAAAADs/SyJ9Rk20KZw/s320/DSCN1848.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066673284048212850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RlBwgein03I/AAAAAAAAAD0/9Gu9X6Z1Cy4/s320/DSCN1849.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066673979832914818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RlBxI-in04I/AAAAAAAAAD8/gjhsLCE3BT4/s320/DSCN1851.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066674701387420562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RlBxy-in05I/AAAAAAAAAEE/z7-SQYYOieo/s320/DSCN1852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RJ Drama was really good and fun! Kak Sarah YOU ARE THE BOMB! All the actors&amp;amp;actresses were amazing and the plot and script was real pro. Got to hug and see a lot of seniors whom I miss veryvery much. I MISS THEM. And Sheila told me Nash was there! Wth): Missed him but nvm, we have this saturday aye! Okay it's so late at night alrd. bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-406315043403101?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/406315043403101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=406315043403101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/406315043403101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/406315043403101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/05/meet-hottie-just-finished-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RlB5JOin1GI/AAAAAAAAAFs/GXcN7j--SxA/s72-c/DSCN1880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-3292308857108918108</id><published>2007-05-18T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T22:21:06.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DESTRESS;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLLLOOOOOOOO :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moo &amp;amp; I have just finished baking cookies with peanut butter centres and some are hangus. But it's okay, they're still goooood:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we're going swimming with the homies(always wanted to use that word) and baking brownies. Then we're going ro RJ DRAMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOO OKAY BYE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-3292308857108918108?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/3292308857108918108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=3292308857108918108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/3292308857108918108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/3292308857108918108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/05/destress-helllloooooooo-d-moo-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-3133522651778655509</id><published>2007-05-16T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T05:55:15.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&amp;Pugsley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay today was a better day, thank you. Wednesday's are always pretty much slack so goody I needed that. Two free blocks and spent Malay watching Pontianak 2. I love Malay because there's &lt;em&gt;no stress&lt;/em&gt; during Malay. most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French Orale today! We all thought it was quite fun:\ but it kinda was! It's kinda cool conversing with babiloy in french and understanding her and replying nonsense. I kinda made weird noises to make up for some words i didnt know. French always make weird noises what.Pandai ah:)&lt;br /&gt;So there was this question, describe someone close to you or something and i said Tas and told her we were from the same primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final question; (in french la duh but i dont know how to say some words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name a bad quality of Tasneem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uhhh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything. She talks too much maybe?[HAHA PADAN MUKA]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Je trouve que elle dit...(I find that she talks...)&lt;/em&gt; [I DIDNT KNOW WHAT TOO MUCH WAS]&lt;br /&gt;Hmm? Dit sur?(Talks about?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Garcon!&lt;/strong&gt; (BOYS!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! *she laughs and rolls her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TOLD MY FRENCH TEACHER DURING MY ORALE THAT TASNEEM LIKES TO TALK ABOUT GUYS. Sorry Tas, I love you and I was just telling the truth! I bet babiloy wasnt surprised though:) So orale wasnt so bad, I will mug for controle, I will. I am determined not to let french complete my whole screwed up gpa by flunking it too so mug I shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class challenge is to eat during the 20min break on long mondays before Chem. So we're doing this potluck thing where we bring stuff that are fast to eat but yummy too. Woo how cool are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ndgLpUZjMD/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ndgLpUZjMD/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh Irreplaceable in Spanish. I'd like to translate a song into french one day. Could turn out gooood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-3133522651778655509?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/3133522651778655509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=3133522651778655509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/3133522651778655509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/3133522651778655509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/05/wednesday-okay-today-was-better-day.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-3034067987607484701</id><published>2007-05-15T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T07:01:04.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I came on the comp I saw my mum's previous webpage. She was searching for &lt;strong&gt;"kate spade bags for sale at singapore department stores".&lt;/strong&gt; I love her cause she's so cool like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished tuition. ): The work does not stop man. I wonder where we're going. Where this train of students+shit is going. Maybe we're driving to the end of the world :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I passed Math.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's enough for now right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CAUSE I'M TIRED.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-3034067987607484701?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/3034067987607484701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=3034067987607484701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/3034067987607484701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/3034067987607484701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-i-came-on-comp-i-saw-my-mums.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-788049941916630624</id><published>2007-05-14T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T04:56:16.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello, where'd my life go?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ditched angklung because I literally felt like a piece of shit in the toiletbowl swirling round and round. Had time with Diy where we practically ranted and expressed our opinions and sulked and talked about the &lt;em&gt;things that bother us&lt;/em&gt;. And y'know what, I cannot take it anymore. I cannot live on not being happy and going to school everyday convincing myself this is for my benefit. I think I've been kidding myself all this while because school sucks. I'm freaking fifteen and I don't have a life at all. No social life, nothing. I'm fifteen and I feel 50. A 100 year old woman would have had more fun. MYAs just ended last week and the first day back we have lessons? Full-on lessons with no sympathy, no sensitivity? We worked our butts off and we're not in the mood to study, not even to look at the damn whiteboard. )': I'm tireddd of school. IM TIRED LA. I feel like pulling my hair out and screaming and kicking. RARRRARRARRR! If you were in front of me right now, I'd bite you. Give us a break. Why don't we have a break? WE NEED A BREAK. Doesnt anyone understand??? Other schools have breaks. Hell, theyre so much smarter than us OKAY MAYBE ME. My math is wayyy below average. Dont start on Chem&amp;Bio. Why do I even come to school? I dont even know now. And the most annoying thing is that we're expected to do our own research for everything THEN WHAT DO WE GO TO SCHOOL FOR): Might as well give us a worksheet with websites and books to read up. Omg I really cant stand this, I need a break. It's just post MYA and we're starting lessons like theres no tmr. I hate the school system or whatever system. I feel like I'm having this midlife crisis and I'm fifteen pleaseeeee. Save me someone? Diy&amp;I realised we have so many problems which are almost impossble to solve. And I bet our feedback doesnt even reach the school heads. Noone hears our rants or asks our opinion before throwing every bloody thing in our faces. Crisis crisis it's just a quarter of my life man. And to make matters worse, orchard is filled with happy-looking teenagers that make you so jealous because you know they have a life. They're teenagers for crying out loud. Us? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My self-confidence is already damn low dang it. I wanna be PRETTY. I wanna be a teenage girl and go out and dress up and talk about nonsense. Now we just talk about nonsense everytime to relieve stress. Stress. People seem to say it easily without really thinking about it. I am so sick of people telling me to do my best and try harder and not to complain so much because it just makes me feel worse.No sane adult seems to understand what I'm/we're going through. I think I'm close to breaking point ):&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;What happened to happiness?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-788049941916630624?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/788049941916630624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=788049941916630624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/788049941916630624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/788049941916630624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello-whered-my-life-go-ditched.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-6178933981990474597</id><published>2007-05-13T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T09:16:03.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love Ugly Betty! It makes me feel so so so much better about life and when it doesnt, it just makes me feel gooood :) Working at MODE seems fun. Okay maybe not, with all the expectations and stuff but the place is all perfect and OKAY MAYBE IT'S JUST TV LA. But producing a magazine is pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 3 days have been so boring, and most of the blame goes to school. I hate school so much eurgh. Friday was just was pure waste of my time, which could be spent sending my cousin to school, catching up on sleep or going out with the momma. School ultimately sucks, I can't wait 2 more weeks! ORA was a disaster, I shouldnt have come at all, but I wanted to get my car washed by the oslies. Should have headed on home straight after. Nyeh. Angklung at MKAC was pretty weird. I kinda pity them :\ like coming for tuition but instead of lessons they had a crash course with us on how to play angklung. Haha but it was okay. I thought I saw that girl Mardiah from MKAC at Bedok Corner just now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for my birthday and the holidays! Going to Hanoi with ayah's company. Sharing a room with Vinnie again so I know it'll be fun :D I miss that girl! Got lots of catching up to do(: Maybe going to Melbourne but thats not confirmed yet. During the hols, I plan to at least have girls-day-in with discomamas, sleepover with bestfriend, shop a lot, eat a lot, bake brownies and cookies with nutella feeling (cause I miss eating nutella), spend time with the familyy, read loads of really good books, watch loads of really good movies and sleep. Plus, Bik Nana's visiting with Daniel&amp;Uncle Hans so maybe we're going to Langkawi for a family holiday and having family chalet. Ohthefoooood. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh someone needs to gimme a makeover or something because my hair sucks! I wanna play dress up and feel good like when Jennifer Garner was getting ready for that party in 13 going on 30. I not only need the clothes, I need the whole makeover experience la! Used to play makeovers with Sis in the when we were littlies. Hah, barbie makeup, johnson's baby powder and stealing ibu's lipsticks. The good ol days I say :) But seriously, if my hair doesnt look good, I dont feel good. And guess what. My hair doesnt look good almost everytime! Sheeshkebabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like eating nasi rawan geylang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went out with most of ibu's family to Yeo's Seafood our usual yesterday for mothers' day treat at JB. Kecoh as ever la my aunties but I love them all the same. At one stop Kak Yaya&amp;Zaki&amp;amp;I were going to the toilet when we walked right through this humongous spiderweb! I think it stretched from one tree to another cause we were walking at this pretty broad area. Weird. We ended up running to and fro with our heads in our shirts. Malaysian's must have been kinda annoyed xD I love Kak Yaya's hair. She's my fashion icon :D She claims she looks like Twiggy with her new hair but I think she looks prettier:) And she always wears cool stuff. Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bik Yam: Mothers' Day speech! Make a mothers day speech!&lt;br /&gt;Kak Yaya: Okay. (takes out handphone and reads aloud an sms about how mothers were special) And I say this all from the bottom of my...&lt;br /&gt;Me: My?&lt;br /&gt;Kak Yaya: (looks down at shirt and laughs) Tetek.(that means boobs in malay)&lt;br /&gt;Me: KAK YAYA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee I love my family. Went to Paman Hasyim's for teh susu and stayed there till 12.30am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paman: What shirt is that? (I was wearing 202's class shirt)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh class shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Paman: Eh ehh I didnt know you all were so corny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corny my paman calls us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu: Ah ah Zein selalu terperanjat terperanjat waktu tido(always get shocks during sleep). Due to nerves.&lt;br /&gt;Bik Tina: Yelah macam kalau orang mimpi, dia nampak terperanjat pasal dalam mimpi dia nak lompat kat longkang(yeah, in a dream people get jerks because in that dream they wanna jump across a drain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha Bibik niii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that day when we were watching Dancefloor encore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I hate Platinum. So ugly.&lt;br /&gt;Bik Yam: Girl cannot be like that. So critical ah you now grown up. Where you learn all this?&lt;br /&gt;Me: From my aunts la of course.&lt;br /&gt;Bik Yam: Which side?&lt;br /&gt;Me: YOU ALL LA.&lt;br /&gt;Bik Jun: Where got? Eh we never comment comment okayy. (turns to tv screen) Eh eh gigi buruk seh(got ugly teeth)! Must wear braces! Eh budak ni ingat dia cantik sangat.&lt;br /&gt;Bik Yam: Yah oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;Me: See what I mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu: Whatever you gay. (She believes that first guy judge on dancefloor is gay)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh semangat seh joget when he see Hady!&lt;br /&gt;Bik Jun: Eh he bapok(gay), I think he's attracted to Hady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho. Kay I should sleep now. School tmr. WONDERFUL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-6178933981990474597?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/6178933981990474597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=6178933981990474597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/6178933981990474597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/6178933981990474597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love-ugly-betty-it-makes-me-feel-so.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-8267084121497130225</id><published>2007-05-11T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T06:55:51.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Theres no use in trying,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the pieces don't fit anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-8267084121497130225?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/8267084121497130225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=8267084121497130225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/8267084121497130225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/8267084121497130225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/05/theres-no-use-in-trying-when-pieces.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-4077012026627873352</id><published>2007-05-10T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T08:00:38.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yummy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;MYA'S are finally over.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm absolutely happy, for now :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Watched Spiderman 3&lt;/strong&gt; with my lovelies, Aida&amp;Moo&amp;amp;Iqah. -does cake shake. Omg I love it when we do that especially after Spiderman 3 cause it was so so coincidential that WHEN SPIDEY SAID SOMETHING ABOUT HARRY'S GONNA BE OKAY THEN HARRY SAID DOESNT MATTER. THEN WHEN HE SAID FRIENDS, HARRY SAID BEST FRIENDS. Now, what does that remind you of? CHRIS&amp;BLAKE. We got totally hyper on that and started squealing. Then we did the cake shake after the show :D Okay, I love Spiderman 3. Heh, actually it's mostly because there were more scenes with James Franco. Moo&amp;amp;I were so excited for his scenes and we swooned so crazily. :D The part where he boogied a little, priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.&lt;strong&gt; I loooooove James Franco.&lt;/strong&gt; When he died, Aida cried. This kinda thing makes me wonder how someone can be so hot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062933647233132866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RkMnU9y0KUI/AAAAAAAAACs/byY3TMZqo30/s320/JAMES+FRANCO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now woncha look at that :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Watched Jangan Pandang Blakang&lt;/strong&gt; with my previously MIA honeys, Sheila, Diy &amp; Syah. Not that scary la, I dont know what the hullabalooo's all about. Ohman, not that worth it? But it was fun&amp;amp;cute, the fact that people were shouting random things like "PASTU BOTAK!" and berdoa-ing like crazy. Hilarious audience, i like! I thought Iqah kena something at one point. :\ Then ate at Secret Recipe on impulse! You can guess how much we spent in one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE CHRIS RICHARDSON&lt;/strong&gt; SO MUCH YOU DONT KNOW HOW MUCH :D I LOVE BLAKE TOO AND I WANT HIM TOO WIN. Move over Jordin! She's got a good voice but :\ I don't really like her and Ellen said there were rumours that she and chris had something going on but chris said no but he said he loves her(as a friend). WHATEVER. Chris &amp; Blake are &lt;em&gt;single&lt;/em&gt;. I'm watching plenty of videos now and they all show how Chris is so sweet &amp;amp;amp; cool &amp; humble &amp;amp; hot &amp; adorable. I've memorized his voice in my head :) I realised he always does the cool hand thing when he sings the universe part of If I Could Change the World. And the glances when he sings Dont Speak. And he's so kental during interviews. Ooh he drew Ellen a flower! Yes you must think I am pathetic which I admit I am but who cares! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062946454825609554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RkMy-dy0KVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/evOpKGGH0uI/s320/CAKE!!!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I am so inclined to put manymany videos here but nvm. Another day. I shall just share my swooningsession with my lovelies(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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/27032183-4077012026627873352?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/4077012026627873352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=4077012026627873352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/4077012026627873352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/4077012026627873352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/05/yummy-1.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RkMnU9y0KUI/AAAAAAAAACs/byY3TMZqo30/s72-c/JAMES+FRANCO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-3038635670623640148</id><published>2007-05-09T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T07:31:09.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE MORE BABY!&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, Tasneem Musyira and Zafirah Mohd Zein met &lt;strong&gt;Josh Adam&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-3038635670623640148?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/3038635670623640148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=3038635670623640148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/3038635670623640148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/3038635670623640148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-more-baby-today-tasneem-musyira-and.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-1313459750953287792</id><published>2007-05-07T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T02:20:04.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firah how's your exams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firah how's your exams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quite okay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yelah tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Four more to go then I'm free mother, freeeee!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Chris Richardson :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My Dad is all excited about this company football game theyre having and he's signed up for &lt;strong&gt;team captain &lt;/strong&gt;and he goes on practices almost every night. Then he plays squash every friday and tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My Mum goes for aerobics every Monday and goes to the gym to work out. She wants &lt;strong&gt;Shakira's Hips Don't Lie&lt;/strong&gt; on her ipod because she claims music in the gym is too boring. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Why not a little Kelly Clarkson?I'm not that old."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My Aunt just came over to go aerobics with my mum and what do I hear as she walks in? Avril's &lt;strong&gt;Girlfriend&lt;/strong&gt; on her MP3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HMPH, YOU KNOW LIFE SUCKS WHEN YOUR ELDERS HAVE A BETTER LIFE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-1313459750953287792?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/1313459750953287792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=1313459750953287792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/1313459750953287792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/1313459750953287792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/05/friday-firah-hows-your-exams-okay-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-1014168417263088428</id><published>2007-05-04T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T20:53:29.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:(:(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*hyperventilates in advance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know I'm on muggermode but its a friday and two papers are down so a little Idola Amerika wont hurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love Chris Richardson and Blake Colin Lewis. :D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday was so BOOMBOOMBOOM in the heart, I couldnt concentrate on litttt. I was hyperventilating in front of my parents but whatever, ibu said she already had her share in the afternoon on starworld. I screamed and waved my hands and teared and (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;MOTHEROFPEARLS CHRIS IS SO HOT. A HOT WOODLAND CREATURE I SAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know Iqah&amp;Moo&amp;amp;Aida agree. Sms-ed Iqah and called moo after the results show. Moo couldnt concentrate either! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But it was so sweeeet and touching and the whole bestfriend thing and "i love you doug". meltsssss.(ohshuttup) The handshake is so cool and cute and GAHH i love blake&amp;chris yes I do. Aida&amp;amp;amp;amp;Iqah&amp;Moo&amp;amp;I are gonna watch their tour and take pictures with them and talk to them and you cant tell us that we cant(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Plus, we did the spin-the-bottle thing twice and BLAKE IS GONNA WIN. According to the bottle. Really, it spun directly to Iqah(who represents blake, me:jordin,moo:lakisha,aida:melinda). Oh and we spent about an hour watching chris&amp;blake in malay room. Call us obsessed xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jengjengjengjenggg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geek in the pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vxPi-Gwn_1k"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vxPi-Gwn_1k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gsLl9JAJ01s"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gsLl9JAJ01s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His hand&amp;amp;body&amp;everything movements are so cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smooth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ej6gY2Fie1A"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ej6gY2Fie1A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spanish harlem mona lisaaaa(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don’t speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xQ9OT9UEqzI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xQ9OT9UEqzI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted dead or alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j4SEVTE_bis"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j4SEVTE_bis" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J4wXDQMuK7c"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J4wXDQMuK7c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give love a bad name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bh01cvtO-fA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bh01cvtO-fA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO PRO :D :D He looks hotter with black hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PubIWzXqTak"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PubIWzXqTak" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The handshake is just priceless baby, priceless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(okay if youre not a blake/chris fan i bet you wanna kill me now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but wait,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now Richardson is focusing on the future - the "Idol" tour and his album, which he said will be a mix of both rock and soul.&lt;br /&gt;"It'll be a mixture of a Maroon 5 sound with a little bit of Jason Mraz," said Richardson, who also &lt;strong&gt;plays the guitar, drums and piano&lt;/strong&gt;. "I love rock and roll but I have this soulful type voice and I just like to infuse both of them." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Richardson spent his shifts &lt;strong&gt;dancing and singing to James Brown in front of the white and orange tiled walls and silver stovetops&lt;/strong&gt;, making his way from a cook to a supervisor in about four years, said general manager Jennifer Gillis. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of Lewis, whom he befriended when the contestants first reached Hollywood in February, Richardson said, "I'm glad he's staying. I'm glad it's Blake who's taking what could have been my place. We bonded from the time we first met. We clicked. We have much in common."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kayla i shall spare you the others:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOMBOOMBOOM 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-1014168417263088428?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/1014168417263088428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=1014168417263088428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/1014168417263088428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/1014168417263088428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/05/hyperventilates-in-advance-i-know-im-on.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-9165361269882292891</id><published>2007-04-30T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T05:18:43.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bring out the kinderbuenos &amp; ribena&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on muggermode.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-9165361269882292891?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/9165361269882292891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=9165361269882292891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/9165361269882292891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/9165361269882292891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/04/bring-out-kinderbuenos-ribena-on.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-6580141942594531311</id><published>2007-04-27T06:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T08:00:06.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Siska was just telling me something gross about these girls in her school. yuck :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058120809960450354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RjIOE9y0KTI/AAAAAAAAACk/ED2ovahqOug/s320/scan0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058120157125421346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RjINe9y0KSI/AAAAAAAAACc/WbSWWoANhOg/s320/scan0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058119534355163410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RjIM6ty0KRI/AAAAAAAAACU/H3WN3RlEWwM/s320/scan0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058118645296933122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RjIMG9y0KQI/AAAAAAAAACM/ExcPft6W7kA/s320/scan0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058118237275039986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RjILvNy0KPI/AAAAAAAAACE/k6B1E9phHgc/s320/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058117240842627298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RjIK1Ny0KOI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MD4VN-DC8IE/s320/scan0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058113787688921266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RjIHsNy0KLI/AAAAAAAAABk/-R4u888PjwU/s320/scan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058115681769498834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RjIJady0KNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QgmQi3DO42U/s320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058114547898132674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RjIIYdy0KMI/AAAAAAAAABs/vlrIdQjj__0/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I MISS YOU SIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today we found out we were super close to a GWH :D And we know it's not entirely our fault we didn't get it (: Ceh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058108779757054018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RjIDIty0KEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Sc0dBA3Zdow/s320/DSCN1760.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Hannah!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058109136239339602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RjIDddy0KFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Tf2TBTuPRU8/s320/DSCN1761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aqi malu-malu cat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058109424002148450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RjIDuNy0KGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-K10jr7y02M/s320/DSCN1762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nice try Kak Fads! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058109857793845362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RjIEHdy0KHI/AAAAAAAAABE/CkpggZ0-bcs/s320/DSCN1763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Azira took it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058110334535215234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RjIEjNy0KII/AAAAAAAAABM/8B40P5v4ba0/s320/BATCHMATES.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So many of us, so many of us &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-6580141942594531311?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/6580141942594531311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=6580141942594531311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/6580141942594531311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/6580141942594531311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/04/siska-was-just-telling-me-something.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RjIOE9y0KTI/AAAAAAAAACk/ED2ovahqOug/s72-c/scan0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-8600288902201548373</id><published>2007-04-26T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T08:12:46.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOLD! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's a gold babyyy :D&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After all we've been through, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE PULLED THROUGH(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Right now, I've never felt so proud to be in angklung and shake bamboo. This is my last syf so two syfs=two golds :D After all the ): and (:, it's over! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Important important!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I WANT TO SAY THAT &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU ANGKLUNG BATCHMATES&lt;/strong&gt;, WE ROCK SO MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH CRAZILY MUCH, ANGKLUNG WOULDNT BE FUN WITHOUT YOU GUYS &lt;333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I LOVE YOU JUNIORS! I remember all of us thought you guys didnt have it in you but you do, you little angklung lovelies! Weird way of showing it(x I love you guys all the same(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I LOVE YOU KAK ANI AND KAK FADS! President, you led us to the gold!&lt;33&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I LOVE YOU KAK FARIDAH xD Yes Kak Faridah is annoying at times BUT you have to admit she rocks the musicworld la(: Such a hyper little energetic little shakey little woman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is a shoutout to the one and only, &lt;strong&gt;Kecuali.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kesian kamu dinamakan of all names, &lt;em&gt;Kecuali&lt;/em&gt;. Haha we may make fun of you but we know you really love angklung! Deep down I bet everyone admires your passion! xD GOOD JOB KECUALI. We will never stop calling you that(: Okay dah, shant push it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We all really thought the 3 other schools deserved a gold! Mac deserved honours la.): Nvm, it's okay. To us, you guys were damn pro and we could see in your playing why you're in angklung in the first place! :D &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-8600288902201548373?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/8600288902201548373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=8600288902201548373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/8600288902201548373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/8600288902201548373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/04/gold-its-gold-babyyy-d-after-all-weve.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-3776403291781009616</id><published>2007-04-25T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T07:23:28.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SYF TMR! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE CAN DO THIS AND MAKE OUR SENIORS PROUD. MAKE ALL OF US PROUD :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning,&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Nowadays, you eat a lot is it?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why? I'm fat right?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: (gives defeated look) I ask question pun nak assume. I never said anything about fat.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: We're female abang. FEMALE. Dont ask that kind of qsn to us la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night after mum has done my makeup to show me what to do,&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nice?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Lipstick too bright.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: You just don't get it do you. (turns to me and whispers) Don't listen to him. Women know best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;(Mum squeals)&lt;br /&gt;Me: What happened!&lt;br /&gt;Mum: I used the wrong tube again! I brushed my teeth with &lt;strong&gt;facial cleanser&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT?! eh again?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Yah, that day alsooo. &lt;strong&gt;But today I swallow. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA I LOVE MY PARENTS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-3776403291781009616?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/3776403291781009616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=3776403291781009616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/3776403291781009616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/3776403291781009616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/04/syf-tmr-we-can-do-this-and-make-our.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-3977349954603758180</id><published>2007-04-23T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T06:12:20.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday Blues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mondays suck so much. They really really burn me man.&gt;:( The subjects are all damn boring and Monday means four more days to the weekened which seems long to me. Plus, today we had a Lit Fa to do or else we'd all get booked.): I'm already super tired from bio pt which ended around midnight. WHOOPALOBONGA BIO PT IS OVER :D SYUKUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYF in ___ hours. Okay all I know is that it's nearing and we aren't anywhere near perfect. Prac on Saturday was okay and we were all confident about gold or honours but today just spoiled the mood. I can't believe we're only left with one prac before SYF, and that's without kak farid, and people are still not getting into it. Well, it's a bit late I think, and not putting your heart&amp;soul into the performance or not playing properly for that matter will not make your lives any easier so why can't everyone just cooperate for onceee. Who the hell doesnt want gold with honours? Even gold? Come on man we're rgs angklung, we're not gonna ruin everything and get a silver just because the whole orchestra is not together. It annoys me like crazy to see people show that whatever attitude cause whats the point of being in the cca if you don't even want to put in any effort.WHERE'S YOUR FREAKING DRIVE? Even kecuali puts in more effort(although it's damn annoying). Kecuali moves like noone's business and you can see the passion baby the passion. xD Okay, I shall never say this again about kecuali because it was painful to wrte those 2 last sentences down.(x But true la, kecuali semangat. (x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, don't give up Kak Fads! You were damn brave today, and you'll lead us to that goldwithhonours! TO HELL WHAT OTHER PEOPLE THINK(: go president!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alamak back to work. oh and I left my whole file in school with all my homework and notes. SMART AH SMART.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-3977349954603758180?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/3977349954603758180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=3977349954603758180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/3977349954603758180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/3977349954603758180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/04/monday-blues-subjects-are-all-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-7552219697788593809</id><published>2007-04-20T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T09:10:51.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aida, Iqah and Moo just went home an hour ago. They came over to do Bio but it's not completed yet so we meet again on Friday (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached my house around 4.30 then after I bathed we started clubbing! We were thinking of the song we were singing during PE and started listening to S Club 7's songs which reminded us of our early years(: I miss S Club man. Okay then we found S Club Partayyy which made us get up and dance all over the room, legs hands everywhere. With the windows open to public viewing. We were dancing our hearts out and singing the words and being all action and throwing our hands up in the air. Then we did this pinch nose to go underwater move at the same time and it was hilarious. And we slowed down at the slow parts and started boogie-ing at the fast parts. Played that 3 times! :D Turned out to be quite tiring, damn breathless after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/_s9i2jxHjf/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/_s9i2jxHjf/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O-oh O-oh! Throw your hands in the air&lt;br /&gt;O-oh O-oh! Like you just don't care&lt;br /&gt;O-oh O-oh! There's a party over here&lt;br /&gt;O-oh O-oh! There's a party over there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we didnt really do much except eat (spaghetti&amp;chicken&amp;potatosalad)and talk about nostrils? HAHA THE FOUR OF US WERE HONEST ABOUT NOSTRILS TODAY. Then did some lying down and discussing bio just a little when Moo&amp;Aida came all tired from cca. Then we decided we were gonna be nostalgic and played old britney&amp;backstreetboys songs. Ooh and Ultimate. We were singing singing singing and rocking out all the way cause we're action like that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU GIRLS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: So what to write? What to draw?&lt;br /&gt;Moo: (points finger left to right)Draw pokok(tree) here, draw pokok there. Put monkey here put monkey there. (Indicates to one side) Hi monkey. (Indicates to other side) Hi monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA okay maybe you dont get it but it was damn funny(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/1YP2UeCZDD/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/1YP2UeCZDD/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/dsrOxok54c/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/dsrOxok54c/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/rQ8KnQhalZ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/rQ8KnQhalZ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/gx-QLNPtX9/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/gx-QLNPtX9/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/egSXOt2aq_/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/egSXOt2aq_/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/nTDd5BtsA3/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/nTDd5BtsA3/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGHTEY MATEYS (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-7552219697788593809?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/7552219697788593809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=7552219697788593809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/7552219697788593809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/7552219697788593809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/04/aida-iqah-and-moo-just-went-home-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-7804310607964595195</id><published>2007-04-19T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T08:10:17.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let's give them something to talk abooout :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Iqah kept singing that song with Sanjaya's pathetic voice. Haha I think she sings it better la. Sanjaya you're outtt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway the most important thing is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NAPFA'S OVER! :D &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt; with my timing and I haven't even checked the grade but ohwells it's over babyyy. No more dread and runs during PE!(: And we're doing softball now,which seems quite fun. I loike(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay now I feel tired but happy so I shall spread the looooove. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In no order of preference, (x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Esther Tanggg! Although we're so mean and gross, imagining Dr C in many different situations is funnnn. -vomits. We can vomit then relieve ourselves with thoughts of Blake&amp;Chris okay. I love you tablemate! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Afiqah Zainal! Iqah-waaaa I love you loads and your spasm &lt;strong&gt;although you put me in tight situations&lt;/strong&gt; which I will have to deal with with you. Hoho nvm, your moments of panic are one of a kind(: And thank you amat for running with me&lt;3&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Goh Weesian my one and only bimbo! One word. WONDERFUUUUL&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Dew Isabel Low bebola gula saya! Thank you so much for running with me today, I couldnt have done it without you and Iqah. -does cool handshake. UB loves SB!&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Cheryl Saw! Because I can't leave the other sugarball can I?(: Haha you make me laugh, I love you and the pretty shrimp earrings you gave me. I mean, who gives people shrimp earrings?(: BUT I LIKE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm on a rolll here ;O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Steph Ang! -turns around. Like you said in your note but now I'm saying it to you, you're such a darling!&lt;3&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Cheryl Tan! Moo's having an affair with the drummer so we've got to fire her. And we gotta make a new song about her butt. Hoho loveyou bandmate! Cheryl&amp;Zaff, Singing Sensation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Muneerah Bte Abdul Razak! DUH YOU KNOW I LOVEYA. I'm really happy you got into OSL honey and you dont need to be sorry. They made the right choice(: MAKE ME PROUD BROTHAAA&lt;3&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. Aida Bte Abdul Rahim! DITTO(: Okay y'know what. I just love aida. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay at this rate I'm gonna end up writing about the whole class which cuts into Bio Pt time which I havent started. Ohman spoil the mood. So I shall just say I love my class and people who cheered me on during NAPFA. Tessa was the most original, thank you for ben&amp;jerry motivation! THANK YOU ALL :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oooh so many smileys today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ALAMAK BIO PT KPO LA):  &lt;---- spoil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-7804310607964595195?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/7804310607964595195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=7804310607964595195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/7804310607964595195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/7804310607964595195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/04/lets-give-them-something-to-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-429111357366848857</id><published>2007-04-18T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T06:49:08.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;J.D.I ): ): ): ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not gonna watch Dancefloor anymore. Hmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-429111357366848857?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/429111357366848857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=429111357366848857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/429111357366848857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/429111357366848857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/04/j.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-4606967439105281995</id><published>2007-04-16T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T07:39:00.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but I wanna know who's gonna save me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've always hated Mondays. But 306's mondays are the worst because the schedule is packed with boring subjects. If not boring also, OKAY NO, all lessons are boring. Felt quite terrible today but anyway, I love my tablemates(: I'm lucky to get fun tablemates like the &lt;strong&gt;sugarballs&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;iqah&amp;amp;esther.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esther &amp; Iqah-wa, this is for yaaa :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They say around the way you ask for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's even talk about you wanting me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I must admit that's what I want to hear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So let's just talk until you take me there...oh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it's true don't leave me all alone out here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wondering if you're ever gonna take me there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me what you're feeling &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cuz I need to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl you gotta let me know which way to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuz I need to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me baby girl cuz I need to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me baby girl cuz I need to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My every thought is of us being true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's getting harder not to think of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl I'm exactly where I want to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only thing's I need you hear with me..oh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it's true don't leave me all alone out here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wondering if you're ever gonna take me there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me what you're feeling &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cuz I need to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl you gotta let me know which way to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuz I need to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me baby girl cuz I need to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me baby girl cuz I need to know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woohooo Blake&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;0/10 for Chem FA. Alamak I need tutoring now. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chem is now my most hated subject.&lt;/span&gt; It pushed Math right off its top spot. Math used to be my #1 enemy. But now, I absolutely hate Chemistry. Yuckyuckyuck. And I always thought Math would be my most hated for the rest of my life. I feel like puking when it's chem lesson. Puking I tell you. I get chem-sick. :O &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe I hate the subject cause of whoever's teaching it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I blame my tuition teacher who was apparently sick and couldnt come on our first ever lesson. Thankyou for my big fat telur kosong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5 items were okay, my IPU sucked but it's over it's over! And although I hate NAPFA, this year's special cause I got to do it with my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;angklung batchies&lt;/span&gt; whom I love very very much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well most of our batchmates were there. Anyway, you guys made napfa quite fun and thank you for being so supportive(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"I have a big head, and little arms." So cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;nighteynight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-4606967439105281995?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/4606967439105281995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=4606967439105281995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/4606967439105281995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/4606967439105281995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/04/but-i-wanna-know-whos-gonna-save-me-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-3598436981205936685</id><published>2007-04-15T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T03:33:11.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say Aye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053585720203798690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RiHxb_676KI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Wbl37Wz__Ds/s320/AYE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;L'election Presidentielle without Syaf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We havent met Syaf the whole week so couldnt give her her yummy present. I realised each of L'election Presidentielle got stuff from Body Shop for their birthdays from the other 3 of us except me cause my birthday's not here yet. I should be able to guess what I'll get(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That Friday was invigilation by Mlle Au and I have to admit that I pitied poor babiloy. She never got to teach us anything cause apparently, what she did was all wrong! Hah as if we havent guessed, we're the dumbest french class(but the funniest). Maybe we'll get a new teacher if Mlle Au really thinks she cant teach us for nuts. Mlle Au is damn pro and fluent and finally, after 2 1/2 years of learning french, I understand passe compose and imparfait! I see the liiiight! I want Mlle Au! I swear our class would improve so much more. Oooh and Mlle Au was flipping my textbook and she stopped directly at a page where Tas wrote BABILOY SUC....(she never got to wrote it out fully cause i pushed her hand away). Thankgoodness she doesnt understand malay. Maybe she never noticed it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I borrowed Hugo's Advanced French just now. Ceywah :D But actually because there was this girl giving me this you-take-french-or-are-you-just-being-action-here-in-the-language-section look. So instead of grabbing the French For Dummies I grabbed the Advanced one. Take that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tag replies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kak Am&lt;/strong&gt;: THANK YOU&lt;3&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hanis:&lt;/strong&gt; I know you are(: loves!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moo:&lt;/strong&gt; I second that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iqah:&lt;/strong&gt; CHRIS IS HOT OKAY. NOT JUST HOT. DAMN HOT(: yeah la blake too(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amira:&lt;/strong&gt; yooooo(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheila:&lt;/strong&gt; ME TOO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Lit &amp; Chem &amp;amp;amp; Malay &amp;amp; Bio. &lt;strong&gt;Homework is bogus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RiHwb_676JI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mjJ_Elf_7KA/s1600-h/AYE.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-3598436981205936685?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/3598436981205936685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=3598436981205936685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/3598436981205936685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/3598436981205936685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/04/say-aye-lelection-presidentielle.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/RiHxb_676KI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Wbl37Wz__Ds/s72-c/AYE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-8756962066473584796</id><published>2007-04-12T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T07:20:43.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sizzzzzzle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shall not be depressed about a certain topic from now on since well, it's over and done with. I should just move on and seek other stuff and be happy for people? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rh47Rf676II/AAAAAAAAAAU/7OrhlQuJq34/s1600-h/chris+richardson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052541003768785026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rh47Rf676II/AAAAAAAAAAU/7OrhlQuJq34/s320/chris+richardson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rh47Rf676II/AAAAAAAAAAU/7OrhlQuJq34/s1600-h/chris+richardson.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CRUSH CHRIS RICHARDSON :D Not the botak guy you dumdum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ej6gY2Fie1A"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ej6gY2Fie1A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooohoooo he's so cute(: I like latin music, cool percussion and the songs are sexyy. Angklung should play more sexy songs. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I LOVE MY CMPS GROUP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay, IDOLA AMERIKA NOW!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uq-Ft2pGkHM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uq-Ft2pGkHM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't leave out Blake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And just like the ocean under the moon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well thats the same emotion that I get from you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You got the kind of lovin that can be so smooth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gimme your heart make it real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or else forget about it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-8756962066473584796?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/8756962066473584796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=8756962066473584796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/8756962066473584796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/8756962066473584796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/04/sizzzzzzle.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Te8TJ82yF4/Rh47Rf676II/AAAAAAAAAAU/7OrhlQuJq34/s72-c/chris+richardson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-7489323043015035111</id><published>2007-04-10T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T08:18:37.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't get in for OSL. I thought I'd be ready if I wasnt selected but guess I wasnt. I was convincing myself that it would be okay if i wasnt selected. It was quite a hard blow actually because I was hoping for that 1% that I would get in. I already felt the tears when I asked some people if they got in and I just wanted outta thereee. Met sheila&amp;iqah at the foyer, that totally pushed my emotional button according to Diy. I'm really disappointed and disheartened la): Not just because I wanna help others and gain experiences and I have a passion for volunteer work but also cause for I felt I was part of something during the camp. The way they called us OSL and the way we worked together, I sorta accepted everyone and everything. &lt;strong&gt;I want to be part of something&lt;/strong&gt; y'knoww. This makes me feel like nothing again. I know this doesnt mean we're not good enough, but I guess that's still hard to believe since I feel im not good enough for anything. Not becoming a psl was already a blow. And Im not doing really well in my studies either. I'm in this school with no grades to be proud of and no commitments except to my cca and class and education. And that makes me wonder what im doing here. I taught OSL was a chance to expand my potential and change the lives of other less fortunate kids out there.&lt;br /&gt;I think this year's been pretty rough. I've not been accepted for anything, but this hurts the most cause I love osl. It may seem that the usual people are chosen, but I know they deserve it. It made me so sad at first but I should just continue trying. There's many stuff out there for me to do, I'm sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who made it, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Congratulations! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt; Tell me all about Cambodia okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those who gave me hugs, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thank you!&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; Made me feel better. I love my friendsssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azira made me feel much better after school when we were going home. Loveyouuu budak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muneerah bte Abdul Razak, I'm here for you! We'll find other opportunities together yea? L for Love my foxy mama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-7489323043015035111?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/7489323043015035111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=7489323043015035111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/7489323043015035111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/7489323043015035111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-didnt-get-in-for-osl.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-117603378696776310</id><published>2007-04-08T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T05:03:07.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I havent had time with bestbestfriend recently and she had stuff to buy so Siska &amp; I went to Vivoooo. Did some catching up in the train and we realised she hasnt told me alot of stuff. See this is what you get when your madrasah time ends later and you cant go home with her plus youre in two different freaking schools. Anyway, hang in there sis, those people dont know nothing about you and they can hate all they want because you've already got fab friends like  hurlafe...(okay i dont know the grp name). Dang I wish I could see Siska more and talkkk. We always have to wait for holidays or something. But thankgoodness we have our own circle of bestfriends like she's got hulabagi and I've got disco mamas. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of disco mamas, I love Tasneem Musyira and I'm glad we have french together and she's always there for me and normally she embarrasses me like shouting the school name of a guy we saw at Mac's and shouting other nonsense. Oh and I love L'election Presidentielle too though we havent had much time be fore class now. But that day was so embarrassing. Tas&amp;Izza&amp;amp;Syaf spotted this hot malay guy at moelc whom we had seen before and then all of a sudden Tas&amp;Izza started running excitedly and everyone knew what was going on while I was left to wonder why the hell I was running. Then he turned around and we all stopped. Obvious much? I think my mouth was hanging open. Then we had to pretend we weren't stalking so we called out "Ping! Ping!". Hurhur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm now I'm bored. I shall finish interim and file all my stuff and mug chem before Ugly Betty. Ugly Betty Ugly Betty ((((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-117603378696776310?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/117603378696776310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=117603378696776310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/117603378696776310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/117603378696776310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-havent-had-time-with-bestbestfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-117586465246672913</id><published>2007-04-06T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T22:15:15.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZWAN&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finished Math PT Group component and still managed to camwhore! Manymany attempting-to-jump-but-only-preparing-for-takeoff pics :D I LOST THE COOL PIC WITH THE FOUR OF US LOOKING VERY MUGGER WITH SUNGLIGHT STREAMING IN! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Scrabble Guide To Losing Your Mind to Math PT - A story&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One day, a &lt;strong&gt;yeti &lt;/strong&gt;came to town and bumped into some &lt;strong&gt;flat&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;teeny galsz&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;liy&lt;/strong&gt;, who he had &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; seen before. The girls went "&lt;strong&gt;Qooo&lt;/strong&gt;" and the yeti said "&lt;strong&gt;Coi&lt;/strong&gt;". They went into a &lt;strong&gt;van&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;shut&lt;/strong&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;drapes&lt;/strong&gt;. They had some &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt; dancing the &lt;strong&gt;twist &lt;/strong&gt;and playing the &lt;strong&gt;drum&lt;/strong&gt;. The took some &lt;strong&gt;notes&lt;/strong&gt; till the galsz got &lt;strong&gt;bored&lt;/strong&gt;. So they made a &lt;strong&gt;fire&lt;/strong&gt; and jumped into the sea, &lt;strong&gt;wading&lt;/strong&gt; into the water. The Yeti tried &lt;strong&gt;gnaw&lt;/strong&gt;ing at them in the &lt;strong&gt;fog&lt;/strong&gt;. "Gime some &lt;strong&gt;sage &lt;/strong&gt;or you'll never &lt;strong&gt;escape&lt;/strong&gt;!" said the yeti. They were all out of sage so they gave him their &lt;strong&gt;hair&lt;/strong&gt;. Then their &lt;strong&gt;boy&lt;/strong&gt;friends, &lt;strong&gt;Jude&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;&lt;strong&gt;Tom&lt;/strong&gt; came along to give them a &lt;strong&gt;hen&lt;/strong&gt;(hand). Then they said "&lt;strong&gt;Kini&lt;/strong&gt;(now in malay), your marriage with &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;(us) is &lt;strong&gt;valid&lt;/strong&gt;." In the end, the yeti was sad because the girls were &lt;strong&gt;nice&lt;/strong&gt; and now they were hooked. The end :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. The underlined words are the words we came up with during Scrabble. 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/932/2838/320/47445/DSCN1602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/932/2838/1600/496282/DSCN1600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/932/2838/320/381377/DSCN1600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27032183-117586465246672913?l=ffazzaff31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/feeds/117586465246672913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27032183&amp;postID=117586465246672913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/117586465246672913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27032183/posts/default/117586465246672913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffazzaff31.blogspot.com/2007/04/zwan3finished-math-pt-group-component.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAFIRAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795284012235198850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27032183.post-117578688661468575</id><published>2007-04-05T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T08:28:06.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I have dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I picture myself flying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Above the clouds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;High in the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conquering the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With my magic piano&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never being scared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But then I realise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm supergirl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To save the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I wanna know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who's gonna save me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm supergirl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm here to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Save the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I wanna know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Why I feel so alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seems like a dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But there's one thing missing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody's here with me(Here with me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To share in all that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been given&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's strong enough for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Repeat chorus]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey ooh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't stop till&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I find the one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who will start&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Belonging in my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't stop till&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I find the one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who will start&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Belonging in my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Repeat chorus]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm supergirl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm here to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Save the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I wanna know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who's gonna save me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm supergirl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm here to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Save the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I wanna know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why I feel so alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm supergirl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who's gonna save me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm supergirl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm here to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Save the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 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