<?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-3066162240343793860</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:34:10.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Frha Static</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-855675611848453861</id><published>2009-04-15T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:17:00.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 16th of 04: 40 degrees celsius</title><content type='html'>Was absent from school for 2 straight days. I swear i hate it when im having a fever. My body felt so weak and so cold. I had to lay in bed for almost everytime. Arghhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-855675611848453861?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/855675611848453861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=855675611848453861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/855675611848453861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/855675611848453861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/04/todays-16th-of-04-40-degrees-celsius.html' title='today&apos;s 16th of 04: 40 degrees celsius'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-5913476259997411665</id><published>2009-04-12T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T01:51:53.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 12 of 04</title><content type='html'>Traumatised. Very very traumatised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? The person wasnt there for me? Wtf to low prepaid -..........-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, Mud, Azhar Berry and Idil managed to keep me smiling and laughing all the way. Sadly, they were hungry so the webcam session had to end. Oh well. But thankfully, dearest friend Ahmad was there to keep me company! Oh man i like him. Hee. As a friend of course. I'll let you in on something. I love his voice. Yeah, Ahmad's voice. He was shy throughout the call but somehow, i find him super hilarious and i couldn't stop laughing all the way! Hehe. I find Ahmad very caring. Why? Because he told me the things he does just for his girlfriend. And wahhhhhh, super sweet. How i wish that someone would do that for me too. But nonetheless every individuals have their own way of showing their love to their beloved. Right? Right? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad likes to say 'Aiyoyo' and too bad, i got influenced. Lol? Aiyoyo. Hee. *blushes blushes* How i wish he'd read this post because majority of it is pertaining to him! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;So Ahmad Aiyoyo, thank you so much for always being there for me. It was nice knowing you as a friend and i had so much fun talking to you. When i told you about the traumatizing incident, you immediately called me out of concern. I must say that you are indeed a true friend in need and i hope the friendship will last! You made me happy yesterday and you encouraged me to study. I will also be a friend in need for you if ever you need help. I hope your girlfriend is okay with you now (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-5913476259997411665?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/5913476259997411665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=5913476259997411665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/5913476259997411665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/5913476259997411665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/04/todays-12-of-04.html' title='today&apos;s 12 of 04'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-9064774457159224573</id><published>2009-04-10T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T02:13:57.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 11 of 04: a thought i brew</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/DSC06867-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was going through a blog (just one blog), it occurred to me that happiness is built not in the hands of others but within you. In order to achieve something that you set as a goal, you must work hand in hand with you and your own soul to strive harder not just to achieve but to attain success beyond your goals. True, there will be obstacles along the way, but dont let that distract you and stop you from going further. As for me, my current setbacks had been very disturbing and i tend to procrastinate because i know i will never be successful. However, when i sit back and reflect, i realised that my attitude towards achieving my goals had not been there. I have never really believed in myself. I kept saying i am incapable of doing such things because i am weak and i tend to let others get the better of me. As such i am prone to being vulnerable (easily defeated) and i do not work out ways to solve my problems. These are my weakness. And i have to work hard to find my strengths so that i am able to achieve what's best for me and my future. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O6hxhLzPTR8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O6hxhLzPTR8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I personally liked this version of 'I wanna love you' originally from Akon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a small yet intricated debate with someone from the MSN. True, i felt angst throughout the argument but it ended with a simple goodbye. So that explains why i am easily defeated but yet at the same time, im a hard egg to crack. No? Oh well, somebody once told me that. I guess i am that capricious sort (the one in which you cant foresee what my reaction would be next) and eventually, you are unable to guess what kind of person (or what character/qualities i own) i literally am. True? If you don't know what the hell i've been talking about for the past few minutes, go check the dictionary. In a way, i am helping you improve your vocabulary. True? HAH. If Nazrizal sees this, he'll lose the debate for sure. Because why? Im using bombastic words (because i have the mood to) and i want to help people (who are reading this) improve their vocabulary. I'm a nice girl, really. Thank you very much. (Sarcastically speaking.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, i really am missing Baby. And why 'Baby' out of the blue? Because everybody calls him one (he really has a babyface). So don't misunderstand me and complicate things like saying "Baby? Eeew." Yeah. -.- I have my reasons when i nicknamed somebody. And not because EVERYONE ELSE are calling their sweethearts that way. Pffft. Totally suckish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/DSC06886-tile.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S If you went online, and you see someone by the email &lt;b&gt;babycadbury@hotmail.com&lt;/b&gt;, thats me. Do add me up thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-9064774457159224573?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/9064774457159224573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=9064774457159224573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/9064774457159224573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/9064774457159224573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/04/todays-11-of-04-thought-i-brew.html' title='today&apos;s 11 of 04: a thought i brew'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-4208415020151830322</id><published>2009-04-09T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T01:09:01.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 10 of 04: Fzn is cool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/fzn1-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Farzanah&lt;/span&gt;! And im dedicating this post to her because shes &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt; and because i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; her! Shes my sister and i wont let anyone hurt her. That includes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ezzad&lt;/span&gt; and i hate him. Still. Lols. I'll let you in on something. Whenever we go out, she'll &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GUYS&lt;/span&gt; looking at her! As in the interested kinda look. And she simply ignores them! Hah. I know why. Its because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Shes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;, thats a fact you people cant ever deny &lt;span style="font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;And if you disagree, pray you'll be safe tonight because im coming to gauge your eyes out and stuff you buckets of shit into your filthy mouth. Hah. I wasnt kidding, really [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Shes so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt; you dont even wanna blink an eye when she passes by. &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:9pt;" &gt;Serious tak bedek. If you see her, you'll drool. And i bet you're already drooling by now. Hah. Jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Shes got the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;brains&lt;/span&gt;(!) besides the beauty. So shes got the beauty and the brains. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Shes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;tall&lt;/span&gt;. Oh-em-gee. I feel like a tiny pea when i walk beside her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Not forgetting, shes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;kind&lt;/span&gt; and vewi vewi vewi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;generous&lt;/span&gt;! Hehehe. &lt;span style="font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;When we were little children, she kept giving me stuffs like cute, pinky notebooks and pink accessories. And she ALWAYS shares her food with me. And why pink is because she knows I LIKE PINK! I mean i used to like that colour. But not anymore. Dont ask me why. I love red now. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Shes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;friendly&lt;/span&gt;! Cos shes got loads of friends. Like bestfriends and all. &lt;span style="font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;But i know shes loves me the best! Because im her sister! Hahahha. Omg Frha prasan. Ok she loves everyone the best. Be jealous cos' shes my sister! Hahaha. And not any of you people's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) She is also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;CUTE&lt;/span&gt;. Because shes got chubby cheeks. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) She is one &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;bubbly&lt;/span&gt; girl. Because she never fails to make everyone around her laugh. &lt;span style="font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Especially me. And when i laugh, the earth will rotate slightly by 0.1 degrees so if you experience abnormal movements, you know im around your area. Jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Shes got nice &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;brown&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;wavy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hair! &lt;span style="font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;And i effing love her hair! Epic loves, like jyeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Finally, shes &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;fashionable&lt;/span&gt;. She wears cool and fashionable clothes and even if the clothes shes wearing isnt nice, she still looks good on it because shes cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Farzanah&lt;/span&gt;. I hope you're jealous that this cool, gorgeous, smart and hot girl is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; sister. *Evil laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/Nosuprisethere-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/PEACE-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-4208415020151830322?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/4208415020151830322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=4208415020151830322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/4208415020151830322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/4208415020151830322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/04/todays-10-of-04-fzn-is-cool.html' title='today&apos;s 10 of 04: Fzn is cool!'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-9124441347346276391</id><published>2009-04-09T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T06:29:03.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 09 of 04: secret out</title><content type='html'>Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone saw us, oh shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its sports day and it was ok. It was ok because Zaini is being sucha sweet boy by waking up early in the morning from Punggol just to see me in school, which is at Woodlands. My voice is hoarse right now from all the constant screamings. And yeah, congratulations Red House. You guys got the champion position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again. And guess what? My little brother a.k.a Gembung kept on boasting about it consistently. Yeah whatever. Like Red House has been winning for 4[?] consecutive years. Winning again this time round isnt a big deal anymore. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im currently playing monopoly with Gembung because im bored. I know i have to complete the maths stint but oh, whatever. Zaini is sick and like, im worried as hell. Oh goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s oh i'd be glad to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-9124441347346276391?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/9124441347346276391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=9124441347346276391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/9124441347346276391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/9124441347346276391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/04/todays-09-of-04-secret-out.html' title='today&apos;s 09 of 04: secret out'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-4397591992063346748</id><published>2009-04-07T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T06:17:51.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 07 of 04: happy ending</title><content type='html'>I love today.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;I was being rather hyper the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Especially during Biology lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Sujena instructed us to discuss the group work pertaining to the environment song project.&lt;br /&gt;I must say i had a pretty awesome time with Tutik and Saifuddin during that period.&lt;br /&gt;We were making fun of each and every song we could think of to fit into the lyrics Tutik and Sai had created yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;We ended up imagining how Sai would look like when he dances to the song, WHINE UP.&lt;br /&gt;Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious much?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah it was.&lt;br /&gt;In addition, Tutik's rocker voice (due to sorethroat) made the atmosphere even more wild!&lt;br /&gt;I swear i couldn't stop myself from laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaini and Ahmad also made my day today.&lt;br /&gt;What im trying to say is both of them made me equally happy.&lt;br /&gt;Im currently on the phone with Tutik to discuss the abovementioned project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s happy ending is what we'll get (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-4397591992063346748?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/4397591992063346748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=4397591992063346748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/4397591992063346748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/4397591992063346748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/04/todays-07-of-04-happy-ending.html' title='today&apos;s 07 of 04: happy ending'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-6883449070834721684</id><published>2009-04-05T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T05:08:43.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 05 of 04: CABOTTTTTTTT</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/DSC03589.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/DSC03587.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/DSC03584-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err okay so i guess the title explains all.&lt;br /&gt;And guess who we saw when we skipped religious lessons? KHAIRI.&lt;br /&gt;Hah. I was frigging shocked i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Geography is killing every fibre of my brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;And i dont think i could actually pass? Let alone scoring for it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Im switching my attention to the A. Maths test since its much much easier to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farzanah!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to go fringe rebonding next next Friday!&lt;br /&gt;HEH.&lt;br /&gt;And when are we gonna start our maths study date?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me asappppppppppp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-6883449070834721684?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/6883449070834721684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=6883449070834721684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/6883449070834721684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/6883449070834721684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/04/todays-05-of-04-cabotttttttt.html' title='today&apos;s 05 of 04: CABOTTTTTTTT'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-6178660237677580026</id><published>2009-04-03T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:52:41.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 04 of 04: amnesia</title><content type='html'>I almost forgot! I had new pictures after all. Apologies yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/DSC00061.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/DSC00071.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/DSC03449.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/DSC03480.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped madrasah last Sunday and went Lot 1 to meet up with Putri (the one with the red tee) and Fir/Jayys[?].&lt;br /&gt;Err went to civics library thereafter to so-called 'study' but Fzn and i ended up goofing around because we had no books.&lt;br /&gt;Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im pretty much occupied with revisions and tests.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE do not demand for any updates from me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Im seriously mugging hard.&lt;br /&gt;And when i say S-E-R-I-O-U-S-L-Y, i really meant it.&lt;br /&gt;So take care people.&lt;br /&gt;Till here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s im sorry if i don't tag your blog or something. i really got no time to go through each and everyone of your blogs. i only had time to update my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-6178660237677580026?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/6178660237677580026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=6178660237677580026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/6178660237677580026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/6178660237677580026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/04/todays-04-of-04-amnesia.html' title='today&apos;s 04 of 04: amnesia'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-3953925201556574439</id><published>2009-04-03T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T07:49:59.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 03 of 04: untitled</title><content type='html'>Tags replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snabms/ haha! agaknye uh nie! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;shoba/ no! its not vulgar omg. lols. i'll share it with you when i literally REMEMBER the correct translation. hah.&lt;br /&gt;MAHIRAH/ haha! mesti uh hot, sape nye sister seh...? errm ok prasan. heh. um gorgeous? err noooo. gorgeous isnt written in any part of my face at all. lols.&lt;br /&gt;fzn/ i swear to you sis, the dunia wont meletop. but i swear to you eh your enemies will. their faces will go BOOM! if they really saw mahirah's compliment to you. haha.&lt;br /&gt;shoba &amp; snabms/ no nd to fight. just argue (;&lt;br /&gt;atizzz/ haha! you're naturally fair dear. you dont need any edits on your face to look fair you know? heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/13z92dw.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up giving CCA a miss due to some reasons (i shall not name). On a brighter note, things got better from being absent. Thus, i didn't regret being absent from today's training. Im sorry but to me, Babyface is way more important than CCA. Because why? If i miss one training, it's still alright but if i miss the last opportunity to solve matters, i'd lose it forever. BTW, i'm not making a statement of sympathy. Hence, i don't need any 'but CCA is more important because it plays an important role for your future'. Thanks but no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/250usy9.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, my muscles had been failing on me recently. For example, i did not feel any muscle cramps but when i walk, i'd lose my strength out of the blue. Now, im telling you, that has happened since this year and i fear it's the effect of not doing my usual therapies for my injured left leg. Gosh, it's infuriating! I wish i hadn't climbed on that darn monkey bar. Blame me for not listening to my parents' advice of not playing in the playground during Maghrib. Now look what happened? I lost my strengths in running. Although i could actually build up my stamina provided i go jogging every single day, i feel that that alone could not possibly help me pass my 2.4km run for NAPHA. It's useless even if im so good at the 5 stations but failed the run. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2rett8n.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i'm lately in love with both elementary and additional mathematics although i'm not really good at it. I just felt that it is a stint to complete it. As such, i tend to put maths on top of other subjects though Mrs OGB is seriously killing me during maths lessons. Hmm. Indeed ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2qv4ncp.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i thought you might give comments like "What's with the song and super gigantic pictures like as if we're too blind to see??" If you'd thought that way, just so you know, i love posting my pictures that way lately and i liked the beat of the music, which explains why i uploaded the music in my blog. I understand that there are certain parts to the song which is super hilarious and sounds zombified at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/2r4sd9d.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s i swear i don't have the latest pictures to be uploaded, which much explains the old pictures appearing again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-3953925201556574439?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/3953925201556574439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=3953925201556574439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/3953925201556574439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/3953925201556574439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/04/todays-03-of-04-untitled.html' title='today&apos;s 03 of 04: untitled'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/13z92dw_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-5416589113985948851</id><published>2009-03-28T04:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T05:48:08.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Hour?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/iloveyoubaby.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Earth Hour&lt;/span&gt; is today.&lt;br /&gt;Like why do I feel enthusiastic over it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/P3280149.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, my mother is blaming my little brother and I for every big argument she had with Dad. Please lah mother, for every argument you had with Dad, don't blame us. Blame it on your own &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sensitivity&lt;/span&gt;. Puh-lease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/P3280153.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-5416589113985948851?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/5416589113985948851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=5416589113985948851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/5416589113985948851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/5416589113985948851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour.html' title='Earth Hour?'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-4524893287342054611</id><published>2009-03-27T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T04:50:20.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 28th of 03: you grabbed hold of my hand...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Tags replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snabms/ hehehe. thank you too! tu uh, buat lah blog. kan senang nk meluaskan perasaan semue. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIMMM/ hehe! yay yay! kim tak akan tinggalkan frha. hee. and of cos, frha tau dat kim sayang frha byk2 nyeeee. heeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firah/ lols firah. sape yg cute nie? ape lah kamu nieee. hahaha. of cs, firah yg cute, bukan frha k. frha average je. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atizzz/ yesyesyes! kekal till now. and i rly hope kite akan kekal smpi akhir zaman (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIMMM/ ok! dah update! heee.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/P3170118.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taken on: 17th of March 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;They sat. And talked and laughed. He tickled her. And tickled. And tickled. And tickled till she couldn't really control her laughbox any longer. Then, something happened. He consistently asked her what was wrong with her. WHY? WHY? WHY? Pin-drop silence. She couldn't take the silence. So she started to walk away. But he grabbed hold of her hand so tightly. And begged her to stay. Right at that very place. They hugged and kissed. They...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/P3190122.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taken on: 19th of March 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried each time i remembered what happened yesterday. Awwwwwwwwww. Heh. The last part isn't for you to know. Only the closest will know (; I mean, why should i blurt out every little thing that my boyfriend and i did, right? It's irritating. And true enough, its a secret between you and your loved one. Oh shitty me. Shitty shitty shitty me. This reminds me of something. You know theres this tongue-twister thingy? And i could actually pronounce each and every word fluently without having difficulties? Heh. OMG. Im boasting. Yeah i know. Im boasting. Hate me all you want. I dont care. I just feel like letting everything out. Im just sick of keeping everything in my heart. And with that, ive settled every little problem i had with sweetheart. Thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/P3250124.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taken on: 25th of March 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell terribly ill on Thursday. Very, very ill. Perhaps i fell ill because i walked in the rain the day before. But thankfully, honey borrowed an umbrella from his friend and continued the rest of our journey without getting soaked. Thus, my illness wasn't that bad and i could be present in school the next day. These days, i kept feeling nauseous. I don't really have a good appetite as well. Hmm. Let's not think about it. Wait. Dont get the wrong idea alright. I know what you're thinking when i mentioned NAUSEOUS. Heck, i am not that sorta person alright. The one that gives everything to their beloved without having second thoughts. And no, my boyfriend isnt that sorta person either. We're both innocent. Innocent couple (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jyeah right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/SANY0004.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taken on: 13th of November 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Saturday isn't it? Oh wow. Im actually STUDYING when usually, im busy with procrastinations. Very, very busy with it. So, i woke up sorta early, like a few hours ago. Current time's 11.39am. And studied for the Geography test while indulging in hot chocolate. Oh yeah. However, the facts cant seem to get into my head that easily. Perhaps im still distracted over yesterday. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/syaf_006.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taken on: 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get back to studying now. If you're finished reading this, it's wise if you study. SERIOUSLY. Especially if you have tests next week. It's not really a good sign if you're always, ALWAYS, always, always, always busy with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROCRASTINATIONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/DSC00527.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taken on: 21st of November 2007&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go study people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s we're bad girls that never get caught (;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s you touched me so close, right at the core of my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-4524893287342054611?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/4524893287342054611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=4524893287342054611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/4524893287342054611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/4524893287342054611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/03/todays-28th-of-03-begging-me-to-stay.html' title='today&apos;s 28th of 03: you grabbed hold of my hand...'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-6872292733545371797</id><published>2009-03-20T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:54:10.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's 20th of 03: Words For The Special Ones</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/DSC00071-Copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farzanah, I hope you'll stay strong. I know how it feels like when he is doing this shit to you. I myself just dont get it either. Just why does he have to resort to such things? I just want you to know that your friends, especially Kim and I, are always there for you. You're always there for me. Throughout the nine years going ten of friendship we shared, you've always been the one who'd be by my side. You may not know, but I'm telling you now that it is hard to lose a sister like you. Especially one that has always been cheering people up and making people around her become so crazy. So please, be strong girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/DSC00058-Copy-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim, I really wanna thank you for always being there for me when im down. You know, you've always been advising me on a lot of things. Since secondary two, ive always treated you like a big sister to me. And if you've never realised, you are really good at comforting people. Because of you, I could stay strong with my love for Zaini. I guess without you, I'd have lost him by now. So big sista, promise me that you'll always be my big sister and never leave me, your younger sis, alone k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/DSC05972.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bestfriends since 2006. Heh. I still remember on the first day of school. Syafirah sat behind me and Kim beside Syafirah and Atikah beside me. Haha. Just somehow, all of us could become so close to each other. And Anati. I still remembered that I asked you to be my 'line-up' partner for the rest of the year. You know its hilarious when you're in secondary four now and you reminisced back how immature we were back then. Oh gosh. I remembered I wore my kental spectacles and my horrible bushy hair with my oversized uniform and LONG SKIRT! Oh, oh! Not forgetting my gigantic, PINK school bag with a huge flower in the middle. Wth. I was frigging nerdy and look super hideous! Hahahah. Back then, I find Hidayah very pretty. She doesnt need to do anything with her hair or face. I mean, just look at her. She has big, round eyes, sharp nose and a nice tan complexion. And her petite figure really sums it all up. Haha. And now, shes grown into a gorgeous lady! Hehe. I never forgot that day when Hidayah asked me to be her Kakak Angkat. Awww, its cute right? Haha. And thats how we got so close to each other. I guess we're meant to be bestfriends. The three of us, together. Went through the 'fragile' problem together, went through the rejection problem together. I will never forget that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/P3160016.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now these are the girlfriends that has always been hearing me out in class. Oh they know best how i am like in class. We shared so many stories together. And so many dirty little secrets too. Often, I'd throw tantrums at you girls but never have you girls shoved me aside. Ohk so maybe there was once. But I understand that it is my fault. I shouldnt have ignored you Shabrina when you called my name. I guess i did a terrible thing to you that day. Tutik, especially, has always been putting up with my nonsense in class. Just somehow, she could tolerate how much i complain about people in class, venting my anger on her, and even sometimes, irritating her with stupid noises from me. Haha! But now, i guess i want to turn over a new leaf and act more mature since im already sixteen. And i will surely work hard for my exams. Together with all of you girls' support. Heh. And Adilah, &lt;i&gt;kite due sentiase jiwe korea oi.&lt;/i&gt; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/SANY0021-Copy-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy... He has always been by my side all this while. But i refused to believe that he's here for me. Hence i often wanted to leave him. I never treasured him, though he has put up with me for a very long time. If i could count how many times i said i wanted to leave him, i would. But i cant. Get what i mean? He has never, for once, wanted to leave me. But i, being so selfish, hurt him and treated him like as if he was some normal guy. Like a friend. I admit, i wasnt being a really good girlfriend to him. I only wanted him to be my side. But i, myself, has never been by his side. But despite all those harsh words ive said to him, hes still afraid of losing me, still afraid i'd love him no more, instead of breaking up with me because he cant tolerate my nonsense. He has truly touched my heart and i doubt i will ever have someone like him again. I am ugly, but he says im a beautiful girl. I am selfish, but he says im a good girl. I do not have talents but he says im unique. Whats more, he has been trying his best to send me to school and pick me up from school every single day. And never for once, has he complained of it. Though his school is rather far away, he still tries to make an effort to see me everyday. I promise i'll be a good girlfriend to you from now onwards. And i will assure you, my dear, we will have our own happy ending, if we believe. I love you. A lot more than you'll ever realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/DSC05083-Copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just somehow, i miss her. I wonder when will i ever see this Adek Shasha again? Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like writing my last words to the people I love and care for. Choy! Touchwood! I just felt like writing this after my brother said the nutella i ate has been contaminated by melted plastic and that i could get stomach cancer from eating it. No wonder the taste was weird. And im really scared right now. Should something happen to me, will any of you, at least one of you, care for me? And be with me till the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ponder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-6872292733545371797?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/6872292733545371797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=6872292733545371797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/6872292733545371797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/6872292733545371797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/03/farzanah-i-hope-youll-stay-strong.html' title='Today&apos;s 20th of 03: Words For The Special Ones'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-3065206656092187150</id><published>2009-03-17T02:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T04:42:44.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 17th of 03: yesterday's extravaganza</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/Social%20Etiquette%2016%20Mar%2009/happybirthdaytome1.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. Im finally 16! Dad bought me a digital camera as my birthday gift since i really dont have one and depended solely on my pathetic handphone to take pictures. Heh. Also i'd like to thank the people who gave me awesome surprises such as the number one cool girls (their blog link's on my links section) and the three bubbly GFs from NP, which was celebrated on Friday and not forgetting the E1 GFs and classmates which was celebrated yesterday after the social etiquette. I was busy chatting with Shabb and she kept insisting that i sat down. Everyone else was busy going to the 'toilet'. Yeah right, toilet eh tutik? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/Social%20Etiquette%2016%20Mar%2009/DSC068321.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst i was chatting with Shabb in the canteen, out of the blue, Tutik was carrying the birthday cake and everyone else was singing the birthday song! OMG. Thats totally surprising, really. And the reason why 'so surprising' is because on Friday, they didn't even mention about the celebration for once. No wonder they were acting so secretively towards me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/Social%20Etiquette%2016%20Mar%2009/P3160016.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to thank the ones who contributed in giving me the cool pencil box and wallet. What's more, it's red and black! I appreciate your efforts, really :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/Social%20Etiquette%2016%20Mar%2009/P3160019.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the social etiquette, i'd say it was GEREK PUNYA GEREK UH! Firstly, i finally got to wear the dress in which ive been staring at everyday. I couldn't wait for the actual day. Haha. The instructors were awesome! And the most embarrassing part during the learning session was when my friends sabotaged me to do a demonstration in front of the whole class and i had to be the mother. Hilarious, really. Then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/Social%20Etiquette%2016%20Mar%2009/P3160020.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/Social%20Etiquette%2016%20Mar%2009/P3160022.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/Social%20Etiquette%2016%20Mar%2009/P3160034.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time for the actual thing! We sat down at our tables and coincidentally, syafiq, originally my partner, became my partner again on the table. He sat in front of me in short. The first thing that came was the mushroom soup. Gosh, ive been craving for it since God-knows-when and finally, its there right before my eyes! Next....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/Social%20Etiquette%2016%20Mar%2009/P3160037.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/Social%20Etiquette%2016%20Mar%2009/P3160041.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/Social%20Etiquette%2016%20Mar%2009/P3160043.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/Social%20Etiquette%2016%20Mar%2009/P3160044.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/Social%20Etiquette%2016%20Mar%2009/P3160047.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/Social%20Etiquette%2016%20Mar%2009/P3160051.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came the braided chicken. Delicious yes. It was a little awkward when i had to eat it in the FORMAL way. Oh, just try and get what i mean. Swensens is kinda a regular thing for me, but when it comes to Swensens-in-the-formal way, the atmosphere becomes totally different. And the finale....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/Social%20Etiquette%2016%20Mar%2009/P3160055.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESSERT! I dont really know the exact name for it. So lets just call it delisiaso malted chocolate ice-cream waffle. I really don't have to tell you the taste. I felt i could fly right at that moment. In addition, it was kinda the boost of the day. As Tutik and i became hyper after eating it. Hah. If it was for some desperado, it would definitely be an aphrodisiac for him/her. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/Social%20Etiquette%2016%20Mar%2009/P3160057.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/Social%20Etiquette%2016%20Mar%2009/P3160063.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/Social%20Etiquette%2016%20Mar%2009/P3160066.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to school. And thats when the surprise celebration started. Oh gosh, surprising indeed! After which, went to the movies with Tutik, Adilah, Khairul, Najib, Syazwan and Jason in which Najib treated me to it since its my birthday and i was broke at that point of time. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/Social%20Etiquette%2016%20Mar%2009/P3160068.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/Social%20Etiquette%2016%20Mar%2009/P3160069.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/Social%20Etiquette%2016%20Mar%2009/P3160070.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/Social%20Etiquette%2016%20Mar%2009/P3160075.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/Social%20Etiquette%2016%20Mar%2009/P3160074.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/Social%20Etiquette%2016%20Mar%2009/P3160073.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/Social%20Etiquette%2016%20Mar%2009/P3160072.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movies, Adilah went home leaving the rest of us to Admiralty Park. To.... CAMWHORE! Heh. TO CAMWHORE! Especially with EXCITING people! At about 7 plus, went home in which Khairul Izebar and i were talking Korean and Tutik and Syazwan... God knows what they talked about. Hah. Khairul somehow ended up sending me home since he was also walking in that direction (: That's all. So some of you kaypos who were eager to find out how the social etiquette went, its all written there. Of course, NOT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/Social%20Etiquette%2016%20Mar%2009/P3160083.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/Social%20Etiquette%2016%20Mar%2009/P3160080.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/Social%20Etiquette%2016%20Mar%2009/P3160079.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/Social%20Etiquette%2016%20Mar%2009/P3160087.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/Social%20Etiquette%2016%20Mar%2009/P3160089.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/Social%20Etiquette%2016%20Mar%2009/P3160110.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/Social%20Etiquette%2016%20Mar%2009/P3160104.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/Social%20Etiquette%2016%20Mar%2009/P3160112.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s i got something else for my birthday but its something secretive though. i know you know eh tutik.&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s cuzzy, you'll be alright this wednesday! will be meeting ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kim/ haha! thanks sooooooooooooooo much for the spam/flood! heh. like u clicked on 'go' for 16 times with the same message! coool. ily big sis! and i will always rmb dat u love me too! hehhehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahirah/ thk u mahirah! hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fzn/ yessa! ok gerek! heheh. and yeap, dat day was lyk OMG! haha. i love ya too sis!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-3065206656092187150?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/3065206656092187150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=3065206656092187150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/3065206656092187150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/3065206656092187150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/03/todays-17th-of-03-yesterdays.html' title='today&apos;s 17th of 03: yesterday&apos;s extravaganza'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/Social%20Etiquette%2016%20Mar%2009/th_happybirthdaytome1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-7351671618405929293</id><published>2009-03-08T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:54:52.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 9th of 03: the yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/GIRLSJUSTWANNAHAVEFUNFUNFUN-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh finally the shopping day has arrived. I skipped madrasah though and didnt get to meet dear fzn sista. But its ok ya dear. We still got next week. Yesterday, which was the 8th of March. I went out on a little shopping spree with Mom and of course, my little brother. Dad had gone over to Johor to attend some kind of wedding function. I refused to follow him as i felt that it would be a waste of time. Seriously. But heck, i got to indulge myself with the things i've been eyeing for since last year. So guess what? I got them all! Well excluding the dress and pumps [?] and bag as those items were only decided early this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/DSC04696.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got out of the house at about 12, if im not wrong. And headed towards Causeway as Mom wanted to belanje us Swensens. Oh yeahhhh. Ordered black pepper something2 pasta and a brownie topped with vanilla ice cream (forgotten what the exact order was). Ate and went off to top up my ez-link and train-ed to This Fashion at Kranji MRT but i didnt really like the dresses. Besides 40 bucks for a not-to-my-liking dress? Please. I could buy a new pair of shoes if i were to go over to Bugis Street. So yeah, i found the dress i liked there. And it cost me only $10. I know im sucha cheapskate. But heck, im not some kind of rich girl who splurges on expensive, beautiful dresses. Im not able to afford one hence, settled for a 10 bucks dress. Perhaps next time, if Mom has the money to spend on me again. And i'd surely settle for some expensive dresses once in  a while. After all, she already spent 100+ on me alone. Plus, its all purely her money. She was being generous, that's why. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many other things bought but i'll only tell you the things i bought. After all, the main aim is to find out what i bought, right? Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/frhaisgonnabethenextlucky16.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went over to penin and i belanje-ed my little brother. He wanted skinnies so i bought him one, yeah. And ibu suddenly saw this nice shirt (not t-shirt) and bought him one too. Oh, and new sneakers for him. Oh god, a total makeover for a secondary boy. HAH. He told me about Dewi too. Funny. I bought myself a 3/4 black pants and a cap. Weeeee hooooo. OMG, like why am i so excited over that? Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/DSC04243.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, went to Lau Pa Sat and met up with Dad, Nenek, Atok, Nek Nyang and Bibik (They just arrived from Johor.) Mom asked me to invite Zaini along and so, i called him up. HEH. It was so awkward at first. &lt;i&gt;Macam perjumpaan nak kahwin gituk.&lt;/i&gt; Hahaha. Dad was smiling all the way when he saw Zaini appeared. That's nice. And Mom also intended to invite Zaini along for my birthday celebration. (Can't wait.) Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/DSC06738.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up, Mom has spent 100 over bucks on me alone for 5 items. A dress, a pair of pump[?] shoes, a brand new bag (meant for school), a cap and a 3/4 black pants. Oh yeah. I love it when i go out shopping with Mom. WAIT. Do i sound like im boasting? Please... Dont get the wrong idea alright. I am merely an average girl whose simply excited over a little shopping spree. After all, it is not everyday that i get to spend like this. I am very sure most of you get to spend more than me every week. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s im gonna be the next lucky sixteen this coming Friday.&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s we're gonna reach the 14th of our love, sweetheart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-7351671618405929293?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/7351671618405929293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=7351671618405929293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/7351671618405929293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/7351671618405929293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/03/todays-9th-of-03-yesterday.html' title='today&apos;s 9th of 03: the yesterday.'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-4183507021181073793</id><published>2009-03-06T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T08:02:18.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 6th of 03: frha is back lols.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SbE-KDm6P-I/AAAAAAAABL0/mZQRzQkWE8w/s400/DSC06631.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310093778134646754" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Ages since i last updated. Ages since you've heard from me. Or a more proper word, i would say, ON HIATUS. Yeah, that sounds more english-like and understandable. But anyway, it makes no difference. Lols. Since i aint that popular, i tend to receive fewer tags but on another note, they mean a lot to me. Because they're people i treasure. But i was a little disappointed when i saw that there were only 3 tags given? So are you trying to tell me that even the people dearest to me aint caring about me? Hmm. Whatever. Im not forcing. Not forcing, really. Just giving a RANDOM statement. &lt;i&gt;Memang tak payah tag lah kan. Menyusahkan lah eh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SbE-KghvxqI/AAAAAAAABL8/KH0j7ZcZawM/s400/DSC06695.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310093785897617058" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound so bitchy. Hmm. No. I just sound irritating. Like a desperate bitch whose asking people to tag her. Its as good as saying im no different from a prostitute, except i dont sell my virginity at a cheap price to wolves (desperate men). Oh, speaking of which, i got to know a lame story from someone i know. And it just relates to what im blogging about currently. Oh wait, thats &lt;i&gt;rawak&lt;/i&gt;. In other words, random (thanks to cikgu amizah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SbE-J1ybBXI/AAAAAAAABLs/Xk0F_LY_qHI/s400/DSC06733.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310093774424835442" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much,&lt;br /&gt;you tend to realise im not one to be lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Right?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-4183507021181073793?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/4183507021181073793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=4183507021181073793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/4183507021181073793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/4183507021181073793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/03/todays-6th-of-03-frha-is-back-lols.html' title='today&apos;s 6th of 03: frha is back lols.'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SbE-KDm6P-I/AAAAAAAABL0/mZQRzQkWE8w/s72-c/DSC06631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-3737824153072806331</id><published>2009-02-21T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T02:59:17.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 21st of 02: touch me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SZ_c8npPwII/AAAAAAAABLc/Ulu-05JinjE/s400/DSC04648.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305201820057976962" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped bio lesson and slept my way through whilst my friends were studying. You guys are hardworking people, really. Met sweetheart at around 12 and chilled somewhere and talked and laughed and (...) Hes one hilarious guy. He named my pimples one by one. He named the most obvious pimple Mount Everest and the least obvious pimple, Bukit Timah Hill. Ohkay hes freaking lame. Yes, he was. And i laughed my ass off throughout the most splendid meet-up. Oh and theres also one time in which we wrestled. Haha. Serious. And why the hell am i telling a grandmother story to you people? Hah. You might not be interested anyway. On the other hand, perhaps you would. But privacy tetap privacy. Lols. What i just mentioned are ordinary things that couples usually do. Right? I hope so. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Perhaps i dont have anything else in mind of what to blog. Seriously. So i vomitted out the abovementioned chunk. Hah. Oh thats just a predicament, really. Privacy tetap privacy. And oh, Tutik is awesome. You people too. But Tutik is way awesome please? She was so willing to bawak bekal for me to school you know. And the reason is simply because im broke. Ohkays im fcuking broke. And she pitied me because i have not been eating regularly. In addition, shes willing to save up for my birthday. &lt;b&gt;Shes just awesome, really.&lt;/b&gt; Thanks Tutik. Heh. Kete bestfriends what? Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SZ_dGa_fK-I/AAAAAAAABLk/nYPCruIh7kg/s400/DSC04617.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305201988460293090" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how i can look so fcuking scary sometimes. And im so unique because everybody else's are showing their pretty faces -.- Puh-lease. Oh wait. I OFTEN show you people my shiok sendiri faces right? Hah. Speak for myself. Seriously. Im such an irritating shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i have trouble reading people's blogs. Eh wait. Im unable to open their blogs even. FUCK. I want to read ok, stupid internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my internet is a part-time bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-3737824153072806331?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/3737824153072806331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=3737824153072806331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/3737824153072806331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/3737824153072806331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/02/todays-21st-of-02-touch-me.html' title='today&apos;s 21st of 02: touch me.'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SZ_c8npPwII/AAAAAAAABLc/Ulu-05JinjE/s72-c/DSC04648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-99857034113112973</id><published>2009-02-15T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T02:42:00.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 15th of 02: valentine indulgence and romance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SZfm8mBKYyI/AAAAAAAABJk/K760UdTGaN0/s400/DSC06527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302961014924010274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i dont celebrate Valentine's Day. At least i had a wonderful time with three different groups of darlings in my life. Morning valentine's was spent with Tutik and Shabrina (sad that Adilah wasnt with us) during biology lesson. Noon valentine's was spent with Sweetheart which i had a rather lovely time with only him. And finally, the evening valentine's (the most romantic part of the day) was spent with cousins. Imagine indulging &lt;b&gt;chocolate fondue&lt;/b&gt; and filling it into every fibre of your body, the most &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;delisiaso spaghetti&lt;/span&gt; handmade by the most darling Aunt on Earth; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mummy(!)&lt;/span&gt; And of course lots of other varieties in which im leaving it to you to figure or IMAGINE. What else would there be on a birthday? Go figure. And yeah, i'd say the day was spent tremendously splendid. What's more, with the at-long-last gathering with my oh so long lost cousins, everything was almost perfect indeed. Last but not least, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy birthday Afiq and Nenek (!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further ado, i shall leave you in peace with the shots ive gathered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SZfkgtTpfFI/AAAAAAAABIk/PDd5hZoZKN0/s400/DSC06522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302958336821001298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SZfkBlY_fCI/AAAAAAAABIU/v6lLIaEBYPw/s400/%C2%A4irahumaira%C2%A4014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302957802119986210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SZfkBSAY4PI/AAAAAAAABIM/ICXmSRETEPI/s400/%C2%A4irahumaira%C2%A4012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302957796916519154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SZfkBU5VDaI/AAAAAAAABIE/-hfYO9k94X8/s400/%C2%A4irahumaira%C2%A4010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302957797692214690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SZfkBAQ4FJI/AAAAAAAABH8/E0oCV1rmbr4/s400/%C2%A4irahumaira%C2%A4009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302957792153834642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SZfkAw99jrI/AAAAAAAABH0/ZDeWmjd-7ac/s400/%C2%A4irahumaira%C2%A4008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302957788047969970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/imgsrc="http:&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MORNING VALENTINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SZflJrhGMvI/AAAAAAAABJU/z7ftxiWW9A0/s400/DSC06553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302959040715174642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SZflJWbi40I/AAAAAAAABJM/mzYKnV1HeDE/s400/P140209_21.51.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302959035054744386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SZflJApB4CI/AAAAAAAABJE/viU8P4hjL6M/s400/P140209_22.11%5B01%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302959029205721122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SZflJPM-eZI/AAAAAAAABI8/9jdwnEywJGM/s400/P140209_22.13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302959033114589586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SZfkhDeNCcI/AAAAAAAABI0/BDy5Nvx2H5w/s400/DSC06541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302958342770854338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SZfkg5Bz6qI/AAAAAAAABIs/DZcoHpA3ApU/s400/DSC06529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302958339967412898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVENING VALENTINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/imgsrc="http:&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Note: This post was meant for yesterday though the abovementioned date stated otherwise. So, ignore the tenses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tomorrow is gonna be hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-99857034113112973?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/99857034113112973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=99857034113112973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/99857034113112973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/99857034113112973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/02/todays-15th-of-02-valentine-indulgence.html' title='today&apos;s 15th of 02: valentine indulgence and romance...'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SZfm8mBKYyI/AAAAAAAABJk/K760UdTGaN0/s72-c/DSC06527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-663130937805438380</id><published>2009-02-13T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T04:56:46.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 13th of 02: my heart, your arms...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:9pt;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Cheers to our 13th on a fabulous, fantastic February of the 13th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SZVlxqfX1aI/AAAAAAAABHc/Bog5IH9263U/s400/Liyana+monana%282377%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302256040192497058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SZVlxuiJ1NI/AAAAAAAABHU/Zm1sySt15h4/s400/Liyana+monana%282376%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302256041277904082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SZVlxUtxrBI/AAAAAAAABHM/xK6O28Uzdtk/s400/DSC06506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302256034347330578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SZVlxRklEwI/AAAAAAAABHE/lmdEjopxprI/s400/DSC05589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302256033503449858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SZVp5d0-1lI/AAAAAAAABHs/_DS03UVey1w/s400/DSC06427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302260572278937170" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, i succeeded in passing the tedious SS test. I was almost at the brink of self-mutilation before it suddenly struck to me that it is of no use to fret for even just a single second. Hence, i wasnt prepared to receive the result. However, i managed to pass it though the mark was merely a border line. Oh well. Better luck next time. I started off my 13 February with a special person. So many special people yet hes my one and only. I was contented to know that hes happy being with me, though often, i kept finding fault in him. Its easy to find someone who cares for you, because every boyfriend does the same but to find one that doesnt mind your most provoking flaws? Difficult, i say. Every couple are sweet couples because every couple has their own secret to share. My 13 February also ended with the same special person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, &lt;i&gt;i love you, my sweetest love of all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SZVpCJwbg3I/AAAAAAAABHk/V116WcAaJUY/s400/DSC06248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302259621998330738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My heart you took, your arms, you gave. - frha &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminded me of the number of boys who asked for my msn through &lt;a href="http://tagged.com"&gt;tagged.com&lt;/a&gt;. One of them includes asking for my number? -.- I told sweetheart about it and guess what? Im banned from using tagged again. I guess hes right. The more i dont associate with such social network sites, the less attractions i get. Thus, i'll refrain myself from logging in tagged. Unless of course, im tempted to log in. Harh. I love you people too. Have a good weekend. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-663130937805438380?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/663130937805438380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=663130937805438380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/663130937805438380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/663130937805438380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/02/todays-13th-of-02-my-heart-your-arms.html' title='today&apos;s 13th of 02: my heart, your arms...'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SZVlxqfX1aI/AAAAAAAABHc/Bog5IH9263U/s72-c/Liyana+monana%282377%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-3983169645773187840</id><published>2009-02-10T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T03:12:19.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 10th of 02: intimacy leads to...</title><content type='html'>Sweetheart was super naughty today. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SZFZlm4EJmI/AAAAAAAABGk/CnuSA529B-c/s400/mahirah.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301116739017516642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mahirah! I wish you a super duper &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy birthday&lt;/span&gt;! And i hope you had a memorable time today. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Tags Replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mud badut #6; hahha! YESYESYES! u sriously needa alarm each time to rmb to tag aft reading! lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snabms; ape adilah? YAYYYY WEEEE PE? hahahahhaha! yayy weeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoba; tu pasal uh shabb. HAHAHA. shabb is aso shabrina. same2 person. rmb tau snabms. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fzn; weeeeeeeee! haha bagos! of cs of cs i will sure text u! haha. and ane burok? ape lah fzn. u look sweet ok. dats y i uploaded that gbr. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chch; HAHA! thankies2! ^.^&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SZFgxnSTljI/AAAAAAAABG8/boAJitPCSlY/s400/DSC06491.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301124641867404850" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understood A Math! Like finallyyyyy. Differentiation is making my life easier. SERIOUSLY. And i swear i dont wanna ever go back to TRIGONOMETRY (Amath). Tsk. And i finally understood SS as well. I mean, ive cleared my doubts about the SBQ part and im beginning to feel the energy to study coming in. Wee hoo wee hoo. Heh. I aint a nerd please. O level is comingggggg. Im not a goofbag who still thinks that O level is in the next 100 years. Reminds me of Mrs Goh's lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I dont see a 4E1 here.&lt;br /&gt;You're still owing me my homeworks.&lt;br /&gt;You're not paying attention in class.&lt;br /&gt;If you're behaving like this last year, its still alright.&lt;br /&gt;But you're taking your O level this year, you know that?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;i&gt;blahblahblah&lt;/i&gt;... I've forgotten by now. So anyway, im fcuking hungry. BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Honey, im sorry i made you carry my super duper heavyweight bag throughout the journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-3983169645773187840?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/3983169645773187840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=3983169645773187840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/3983169645773187840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/3983169645773187840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/02/todays-10th-of-02-intimacy-leads-to.html' title='today&apos;s 10th of 02: intimacy leads to...'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SZFZlm4EJmI/AAAAAAAABGk/CnuSA529B-c/s72-c/mahirah.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-6312760680057096235</id><published>2009-02-08T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T01:57:59.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 8th of 02: where wonderful people exists</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SY6pmOlHTEI/AAAAAAAABGc/gDForqY0isw/s400/DSC00071.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300360285675539522" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started off my day with an irritating guy who makes last minutes decisions. Urgh, enough of him. But Farzanah is sucha darling. She, together with her Mom, allowed me to hang out at her home. And gosh, i like the smell of her home. &lt;i&gt;Kete CONDO seh.&lt;/i&gt; Plus, Fzn's little brother is a sweeeeet boy. Oh god, hes cute, seriously. Hah. And BTW, i skipped madrasah, thats the reason why i could actually go to her place. Big Sista and Sista, lets go swimming next week! Heh. God, this is fun. Im so happy ive got several wonderful people in my life. Really. &lt;i&gt;Alhamdullilah.&lt;/i&gt; And that includes the 3 darlings from 4e5 and the 3 girlfriends in 4e1. Yay WEEEEEEEEEEE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-6312760680057096235?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/6312760680057096235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=6312760680057096235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/6312760680057096235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/6312760680057096235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/02/todays-8th-of-02-where-wonderful-people.html' title='today&apos;s 8th of 02: where wonderful people exists'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SY6pmOlHTEI/AAAAAAAABGc/gDForqY0isw/s72-c/DSC00071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-2195827523645841525</id><published>2009-02-07T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T02:32:54.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 7th of 02: homework galore</title><content type='html'>Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down with A Math Ex 14.1, MT Karangan Pembetulan, ENG GCE 2006 Paper 1 Report Writing and ENG Detailed Paragraph Plan for Composition. Im left with Chemistry Remedial Worksheet, Chemistry Workbook and one more for MT in which i am currently clueless of what to do for it. Oh shit, are there any homeworks for E Math? Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SY1hIPaOrZI/AAAAAAAABGA/E3E65gb_9R8/s400/DSC06387.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299999130688335250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SY1hH1LxgVI/AAAAAAAABF4/X_52Nhwa7SM/s400/DSC06343+%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299999123648381266" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SY1hH3Mn0uI/AAAAAAAABFw/_aQ394n4p5Q/s400/DSC06343+%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299999124188812002" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling lazy halfway through the homeworks, i started getting my hands on the computer and started editing a few pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SY1h4YHzJAI/AAAAAAAABGM/vMkmqFl_KdM/s400/DSC05653.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299999957660673026" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SY1iRo8Z1cI/AAAAAAAABGU/fM4ZHi28wpI/s400/DSC06270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300000391673009602" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isnt much, really. I wanna watch TV. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;im sorry that i have to do this.&lt;br /&gt;but i have no choice.&lt;br /&gt;dear, please forgive me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, the girl in the background picture is me, purely my photo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-2195827523645841525?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/2195827523645841525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=2195827523645841525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/2195827523645841525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/2195827523645841525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/02/todays-7th-of-02-homework-galore.html' title='today&apos;s 7th of 02: homework galore'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SY1hIPaOrZI/AAAAAAAABGA/E3E65gb_9R8/s72-c/DSC06387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-981920903920824127</id><published>2009-02-06T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T06:43:38.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 6th of 02: Just Splendid</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYxHZlFAQbI/AAAAAAAABFY/QWt_ngHVzPc/s400/DSC06280+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299689366283633074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss that guy, who covered my eyes, &lt;b&gt;a lot&lt;/b&gt;. Oh mansxszsxz. Its been days since i last saw him and the only way i could keep in contact with him was through technology. To make matters worse, my prepaid value is running low. And im not going to top up this month. WTFWTFWTFWTFWTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYxJJQobztI/AAAAAAAABFg/H7_1MiKjOuM/s400/DSC06457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299691284940443346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NPCC was unpredictable today. I shall say that certain activities was great but on the other hand, it wasnt. Anati and I took over Group 2 of Sec 1 and heck, both of us were stressed out on their behaviour. Especially the boys. And in addition to that, they were my brother's friends. In other words, i sorta got bullied by them. However, they were rather hilarious, especially Syafiq and Andrian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 90px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYxKW-00WsI/AAAAAAAABFo/RdwFduLwXfg/s400/DSC06461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299692620190341826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestfriends and I headed to Fork and Spoon in which Hidayah and I treated Syafirah and Anati respectively. Boy, was i satisfied to be able to fill my already hungry stomach. Whats more, i get to enjoy a splendid meal with the lovely girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, i shall say most parts of today was wonderful though its just another ordinary day. Gosh, this reminds me of the SS test i had just now. I had the information right at the back of my hands but sadly, it was only a matter of time before the time ended and i couldnt complete the paper. In fact, everybody was complaining regarding the time issue. Oh well. Whats passed is past. The only thing now is to worry about the results. And oh, &lt;b&gt;geography test.&lt;/b&gt; GREAT -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So worn out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-981920903920824127?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/981920903920824127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=981920903920824127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/981920903920824127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/981920903920824127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-miss-that-guy-who-covered-my-eyes-lot.html' title='today&apos;s 6th of 02: Just Splendid'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYxHZlFAQbI/AAAAAAAABFY/QWt_ngHVzPc/s72-c/DSC06280+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-8001758845927182744</id><published>2009-02-05T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:32:32.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 5th of 02: where friends matter</title><content type='html'>Dear friends, i will change. I never learnt my lesson once. I am despicable. I am better off without any friends. Perhaps that will really teach me a good lesson huh? I cry easily like one fcuking bitch who wants attention. But if you have read my profile intro, i guess you'd understand. I AM TRYING. But it doesnt mean IVE SUCCEEDED. Sometimes, i dont understand why i reacted in such a ridicule manner. I really dont. I dont think before i do anything. Because i trust my heart more than my mind. And all of it concludes to me being over-sensitive. Im sorry if the incident has really affected you that bad. Honestly, i regretted doing so and intended to turn back at you but i couldnt. I was trying to hold back my tears and if i were to look at both of you, then i'd really, FOR REAL, cry. Please understand that i was trying my best to control my emotions. I really feel like keeping it all in. Hence, its wise if i dont talk to anybody. Like i mentioned, i will change. But im reminding you, it isnt going to be instantaneous. I'll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, i'd really like to thank you girls for putting up with me and talking about it nicely to me instead of complaining about me. This was what i wanted. Somebody to point out my negative side and pointing out to me the problems i have. Not by complaining and ordering me to change. I really liked that and that i appreciate it very much. This shall really help me in my progress of changing to be a wiser and brighter person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYsFCqFztrI/AAAAAAAABEg/GZV59YGrk0k/s400/DSC06301.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299334929748047538" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Tutik, i think you deserved the most credit. Throughout the one year, going two, you've been putting up with my problems, sharing so many little jokes and secrets, as well as consoling me and advising me on the millions of problems i had. To sum it all up, i am gonna miss sitting beside such a wonderful friend after all of us have graduated. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-8001758845927182744?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/8001758845927182744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=8001758845927182744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/8001758845927182744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/8001758845927182744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-friends-i-will-change.html' title='today&apos;s 5th of 02: where friends matter'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYsFCqFztrI/AAAAAAAABEg/GZV59YGrk0k/s72-c/DSC06301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-891580962574022472</id><published>2009-02-04T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T02:57:09.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 4th of 02: FUCK</title><content type='html'>Disappointing. I was hoping for an A1 for the first pure biology test. Sadly, i let my hopes went down the drain. Whilst my friends was excited that they aced their test, i was keeping silent and did not want to talk to anybody. Yeah, i was upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYlVvR2Gy9I/AAAAAAAABEY/fGKOMnnKwXU/s400/DSC06420.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298860707310652370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:9pt;"&gt;Ive had about enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fcuking felt like crying during biology just now. I sorta studied for the test and when the test was held, i was contented that it wasnt difficult. YET i didnt ace it. Im still harping over it. And fcuk, i dont care if its over and i have to forget it &lt;i&gt;blahblahblah...&lt;/i&gt; BULLSHIT. I cant forget it. Because i got a pathetic B3 for it. TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart's away for camp. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-891580962574022472?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/891580962574022472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=891580962574022472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/891580962574022472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/891580962574022472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/02/todays-4th-of-02-fuck.html' title='today&apos;s 4th of 02: FUCK'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYlVvR2Gy9I/AAAAAAAABEY/fGKOMnnKwXU/s72-c/DSC06420.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-6104638872418556508</id><published>2009-02-02T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T03:20:53.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 02 of 02</title><content type='html'>MT oral was a total bullshit. I almost pee-ed because of the fear i was trying to overcome. Whats more, i was the first in line. And guess what? I thought it would make an awesome kickstart for my preparation for the O Levels. However, it did not turn out the way i expected it to be. I feel completely awful. I wished i could re-sit the oral. Nonetheless, whats passed is past. Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand why i find chemistry a bore today. Perhaps due to the Monday blues? Heck, nah. I fell asleep while trying to keep my head up. However, my eyes were too drowsy to even whine that i was hungry. Resulting in my head falling backward. Can you imagine that? Oh boy, if sweetheart was there, he'd be tickling me all over just to keep me awake. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYbQldLxw9I/AAAAAAAABEI/61B9C59tJvY/s400/DSC06241.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298151353555731410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above was taken on 29 January 2009. I swear to you that day was HOT. Hot as in awesome-hot kinda thing. Heh. &lt;i&gt;I love you honey&lt;/i&gt;. Ohkay, this part was so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im getting on with English summary and A math which was done halfway in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hate Mrs Goh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-6104638872418556508?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/6104638872418556508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=6104638872418556508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/6104638872418556508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/6104638872418556508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/02/mt-oral-was-total-bullshit.html' title='today&apos;s 02 of 02'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYbQldLxw9I/AAAAAAAABEI/61B9C59tJvY/s72-c/DSC06241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-9052128922862422728</id><published>2009-01-31T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T07:00:01.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 31st of 01</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Tags replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIMMM; Welcome! Haha bagos. And of course i'll agree to it. Reunion! How could i turn down the offer? Heh. So fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firah; Alalalalala. Firah sedihhhh. Alala cian dia. Ane Hafeez? HAFEEEZZZZ! Pujok Firah! (K lame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liyana; Hehe yayyy! And ah2 sey. KISSABLE LIPS! Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atizzz; HAHA. What?? Anyway, *winks* Suke nah wink2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoba; Hhahahaha. Baru kao tau eh.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/EvilEyes.gif" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Baju you scaryyyyy. Mate merah seh! " - Frha to Zaini&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. So awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went library in an attempt to complete the geography project with Tutik and Khairul. I hope it turns out pretty because its rather plain now. Its overdue. But teacher is great. She lets us hand it in by Monday. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then went to KFC to eat but apparently, only Sweetheart and I was eating. Khairul didnt want to eat. Reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Khairul: Aku tak familiar with the menu uh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. So funny. Right? I laughed so its funny. I dont care. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.&lt;br /&gt;Khairul went home.&lt;br /&gt;Tutik, Sweetheart and I went to Admiralty Park to camwhore(!) Well. Sorta? But Tutik left Sweetheart and I alone. Reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tutik: Aku nak jalan2 sorang uh. Pas tu aku tros balek lah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuses :X Haha. Nah. I was kidding. I know she had an ulterior motive for leaving us alone. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know youre waiting for something.&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES.&lt;br /&gt;Right? Ohk so here comes the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Say 'wahhh!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYRgNp92RUI/AAAAAAAABCo/wNy_Kp29PMw/s400/DSC06292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297464849414374722" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYRgNVjQazI/AAAAAAAABCg/7dPe1ltKxXU/s400/DSC06276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297464843934133042" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYRgNV_AlnI/AAAAAAAABCY/-cYLL8wtNMU/s400/DSC06275.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297464844050536050" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYRgNLoy1sI/AAAAAAAABCQ/0dCJcChWX0A/s400/DSC06274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297464841273005762" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYRgM8C-C4I/AAAAAAAABCI/uiZlUCrPeNA/s400/DSC06273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297464837087824770" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYRhxSvb-nI/AAAAAAAABCw/4QyOFRg7x80/s400/DSC06301.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297466561166834290" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;All those. CREDITS TO ZAINI.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYRiG6bzmMI/AAAAAAAABC4/r1WR66ydJDw/s400/DSC06278.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297466932599167170" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Above one. CREDITS TO TUTIK.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYRjd1KEJoI/AAAAAAAABDY/VpLkL6Bm5lE/s400/DSC06327.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297468425831196290" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYRjdvzJNeI/AAAAAAAABDQ/dfk4snFknQw/s400/DSC06325.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297468424392881634" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYRjdq2H2UI/AAAAAAAABDI/pcS1-mDIcX0/s400/DSC06322.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297468423063198018" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYRjdfy6JNI/AAAAAAAABDA/UZ1ECRy_3L8/s400/DSC06315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297468420096926930" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYRkOQyMW4I/AAAAAAAABDw/nVOYz9-HhFs/s400/DSC06321.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297469257880984450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYRkOME-N_I/AAAAAAAABDo/yEHc94xST7k/s400/DSC06305.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297469256617572338" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYRkOC-tqeI/AAAAAAAABDg/SARM7CtSUbw/s400/DSC06294.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297469254175402466" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Only this one above. CREDITS TO SELF-TIMER.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went home. 169 was fcuking late. Tsk. I wasnt patient. So we walked. I felt tired. And guess what? He carried me on his back. Hes skinny but because im freaking light and underweight, he managed. Haha. So funny. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-9052128922862422728?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/9052128922862422728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=9052128922862422728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/9052128922862422728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/9052128922862422728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/01/baju-you-scaryyyyy.html' title='today&apos;s 31st of 01'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYRgNp92RUI/AAAAAAAABCo/wNy_Kp29PMw/s72-c/DSC06292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-2817708325114912025</id><published>2009-01-28T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T02:22:30.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 28th of 01</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYAozI4-c8I/AAAAAAAABAQ/e51_yFkq7Rk/s400/DSC06223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296278020812600258" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice talk with Hidayah and Anati just now. I mean, we talked alot about ourselves, particularly about me. &lt;i&gt;I know, you know eh hid and ati.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYAp8ne6Y9I/AAAAAAAABAY/tsDsszUjZic/s400/DSC06228.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296279283155231698" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just seem pretty exciting knowing that we could gather ourselves together like a reunion or something like that. I admit, it has been eons since we last gathered like this together. Unfortunately, firah couldnt make it. Oh well. Next time then. &lt;i&gt;And next time, please dont say the word &lt;b&gt;malas&lt;/b&gt; eh girl.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 369px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYAqkrvpR8I/AAAAAAAABAg/fdKLw0zzbnI/s400/DSC06225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296279971493922754" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, i managed to grab a shot with Liyana. Wooo! And yeah, i know, i look rather weird but heck, at least theres a shot. And who the fcuk cares whether i look nice or not in the picture. Haha. Oh BTW, we all went to Al-Ameen to have our lunch. Honestly, i wasnt full though i ate one plate of nasi pattaya all by myself. And i was freaking thirsty as well. Hah. Waddaheck. But i loved Hidayah's meal. I forgot what was it but it was striking red and hell was i tempted to taste it. Hah. Delicious, really. And the best thing is, it will turn your lips into KISSABLE lips. Once again, i know you know eh hid and ati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYAsyrdjUyI/AAAAAAAABBI/XeWksklU9QA/s400/DSC06211.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296282410959459106" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYAsyjHu4KI/AAAAAAAABBA/2fAtYk4au2Q/s400/DSC06203.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296282408720457890" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYAsyReFhhI/AAAAAAAABA4/k3Tk6d-bTKc/s400/DSC06202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296282403982378514" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYAsyFS96yI/AAAAAAAABAw/b669M8x-y5g/s400/DSC06200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296282400714517282" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYAsxydGWBI/AAAAAAAABAo/v_Z6xNGzSKU/s400/DSC06192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296282395656738834" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh. Did i mention i have two lovely bunnies at home? Guessed not huh? So yes, i have two lovely darlings at home and i've had them since 201005. The pictures recently shown is Brownie. Shes &lt;b&gt;very&lt;/b&gt; mischievous. She will bite your clothes, shoes, and even your &lt;b&gt;flesh&lt;/b&gt; off. Yes, your FLESH. Okay not so violent. But beware, she &lt;b&gt;will&lt;/b&gt; bite you if come close to her, be it if you've offended her or not. She really cant control her teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYAuOeQiAvI/AAAAAAAABBg/UK8xk7A-N00/s400/DSC06222.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296283987963151090" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYAuOEZ-3kI/AAAAAAAABBY/6wV-J7fELs4/s400/DSC06220.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296283981023469122" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYAuN2RfzNI/AAAAAAAABBQ/cD918wHiZsQ/s400/DSC06204.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296283977229782226" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats Blackie. And the reason why ive gotten fewer pictures of her than Brownie is because she couldnt stop moving. I guess she freaked out at the sight of my handphone. Lol. So anyway, shes such an angel. She may be black, but shes really an angel. First impression, she might freak you out when she growls at you. Thats cos shes VERY aware of her surroundings and she takes precautions about the people who touch her. So be gentle with her, because shes nice if you are. She is like me. And she is wayyyy unlike Brownie. Just another extra information about them. THEY'RE LESBIANS. Hah. Perhaps they cant tell the difference. But trust me, both of them do not own balls and certainly, affirmative, they are FEMALES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYAv6hiW4SI/AAAAAAAABBw/6CW48nfNsn4/s400/DSC06187.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296285844269097250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYAv6ev5jHI/AAAAAAAABBo/-90kOdvIlp0/s400/DSC06213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296285843520588914" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-2817708325114912025?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/2817708325114912025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=2817708325114912025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/2817708325114912025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/2817708325114912025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/01/todays-28th-of-01.html' title='today&apos;s 28th of 01'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SYAozI4-c8I/AAAAAAAABAQ/e51_yFkq7Rk/s72-c/DSC06223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-4884497131777213354</id><published>2009-01-26T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:12:13.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 27th of 01</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Tags replies;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIMMM; hehe okayyy. whew! heh. i love you too big sista! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firah; haha. kao pi mane nye penin uh? aku rase salar tmpt deng. i bring u whr i found it lah satu ari eh. hah. and ure welcome. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoba; ure welcome. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snabms; HAHA. make some noise kape? y not make some noise pt class? im sooooooooo eager to see sna make some noise at class. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farzanah/fzn/what; haha i know it sis. my bf is in thr. heh. thk u sis! and i'll giv u my support for sure! abt yr blog kan. haiya. dat gerl is a complete bitch la. shes jst jealous of u. haiyayayai. whats wt de people nowadays man.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SX68n6xs0zI/AAAAAAAABAA/grsfiPI5uu8/s400/DSC06085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295877605812917042" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. My name is Norfareha Azwa Binte Noor Abidin. Weird right? I know. Hahaha. But heck, its unique. BECAUSE NOBODY ELSE HAS IT. I mean there are. But not with the Azwa behind. I am sure. Lol. And my father's name isn't AbiDAMN. My father isnt a damned person. Goddammit, fcuk the people, be it whether i know you or not, who makes fun of my father's name. Because my grandparents gave him that name and i love my grandparents. I swear to you, you will serve retribution for making fun of my father's name. You know who you are, you big faggot. You think im so nice huh? Wanna bet? I'll let you know that if you're trying my patience, you aint gonna live a good life. Hence, i am not who you think i am -.- Those words aint empty words. Mark my words, you WILL serve retribution. God is fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SX6-jPBJugI/AAAAAAAABAI/b-s4x4vTilQ/s400/DSC06170.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295879724370344450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken at Johor; my grandparents' homey. Oh BTW, i went there on the 25th. Didn't get shots with chacha and her sister thus i uploaded this. Hah. Like i said, i can never blog without a picture. So there you have it. I preached what i said. &lt;i&gt;Ini bukan suka2 peh bualan.&lt;/i&gt; BTW, i detest minahs. I have a reason why. Its not like i hate them because everybody's hating them. I &lt;b&gt;do&lt;/b&gt; have a reason for it. But im not letting it out here. I aint bitching about anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Biology like easy, like difficult. When i study the current chapter, like easy. But then uh, confirm tomorrow blank when i do the test.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-4884497131777213354?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/4884497131777213354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=4884497131777213354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/4884497131777213354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/4884497131777213354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi.html' title='today&apos;s 27th of 01'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SX68n6xs0zI/AAAAAAAABAA/grsfiPI5uu8/s72-c/DSC06085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-6960304555020563412</id><published>2009-01-24T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:38:06.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 25th of 01</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Request from shoba: &lt;br /&gt;(Click to save)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SXwRBAn7HII/AAAAAAAAA_o/VQKth7B2unE/s1600-h/Image2530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SXwRBAn7HII/AAAAAAAAA_o/VQKth7B2unE/s400/Image2530.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295125970925853826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SXwRA7Tr20I/AAAAAAAAA_g/lp7iWl_MHoU/s1600-h/Image2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SXwRA7Tr20I/AAAAAAAAA_g/lp7iWl_MHoU/s400/Image2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295125969498790722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SXwRAza_mjI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/pYbSbG8VVzk/s1600-h/Image2528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SXwRAza_mjI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/pYbSbG8VVzk/s400/Image2528.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295125967381961266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SXwRArKO_tI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/-aOL7LeKmkI/s1600-h/Image2527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SXwRArKO_tI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/-aOL7LeKmkI/s400/Image2527.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295125965164183250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i finished my homeworks in one day. How cool is that? I kinda forced myself into it though and this time, i got the better of procrastination. Time waits for nobody. Hence, i shall not let time move ahead of me. And Tutik, i'll stop thinking about going to higher nitec aye. Yeah. I had this thought, you know. I felt like giving up. Giving up my dreams of entering polytechnic. Because the pressure's sitting on my shoulder like as if it weighs a feather and im the one who has to carry it like tons of rocks. Tsk. So, i decided to enter higher nitec then because i know the aggregate i'll get will not be eligible to enter polytechnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:; cursor:;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SXwVA6c9Z0I/AAAAAAAAA_4/GzQsrbRlMVA/s200/DSC05869.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295130367315765058" /&gt; I miss her. Eversince that day, her friends as well as her hasnt been talking to me. Idk if they really forgave me. But i miss them. Im sad. Very sad.&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;So where was i? Oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this is just the beginning. Its not even the climax, yet im whining over the burdens. Such a weakling, really. So i'll be strong aye. STRONG UH STRONG. Of course, with the support of sweetheart, bestfriends and fellow friends. Anybody who supports me lah. I mean, seriously. I used to top the class in secondary one and two and made my way from 1e5 and 2e5 to 3e1 and 4e1. Drastic move eh. So, why should i give up? Im such a weakling lah. See, im the stupid fool here. Im self-consoling myself now. Hah. Im done. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-6960304555020563412?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/6960304555020563412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=6960304555020563412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/6960304555020563412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/6960304555020563412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/01/request-from-shoba-click-to-save-so-i.html' title='today&apos;s 25th of 01'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SXwRBAn7HII/AAAAAAAAA_o/VQKth7B2unE/s72-c/Image2530.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-5945699117680004863</id><published>2009-01-23T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:05:09.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 24th of 01</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SXnoYGjyzzI/AAAAAAAAA_I/P4qQBEjJSkw/s400/DSC06038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294518337725976370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SXnoX8hPS9I/AAAAAAAAA_A/BCIu3_NNzJk/s400/DSC06037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294518335030905810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SXnoXoIVL8I/AAAAAAAAA-4/-NopSGMDcq0/s400/Image2522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294518329557725122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SXnnmFykM-I/AAAAAAAAA-w/2aYA3cxije8/s400/DSC06030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294517478526039010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SXnnl2xJ8MI/AAAAAAAAA-o/8KFbqd1Kk8U/s400/DSC06031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294517474493591746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SXnnlnsJLLI/AAAAAAAAA-g/zr58nJeNxEU/s400/DSC06036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294517470446038194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SXnnlVcANDI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/NgRtnV9Sfj0/s400/DSC06028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294517465546503218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SXnnk5YCTgI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/sDzS9zeZKHc/s400/Image2535.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294517458013670914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SXnm6MFsQEI/AAAAAAAAA-I/W6I3E9Wjo_s/s400/Image2530.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294516724302626882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SXnmQyZr3xI/AAAAAAAAA-A/63xY74U8CTQ/s400/Image2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294516013032529682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SXnmQx6jwtI/AAAAAAAAA94/NjWMxFvgIIg/s400/Image2528.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294516012901974738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SXnmQi1ab4I/AAAAAAAAA9w/4oc9zuWNHf0/s400/Image2527.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294516008853860226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SXnmQlxjh0I/AAAAAAAAA9o/jZEm7WVekaw/s400/Image2516.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294516009642985282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SXnmQbvMQ1I/AAAAAAAAA9g/iAllg3cgJR0/s400/%C2%A4irahumaira%C2%A4004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294516006948717394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need i elaborate further? I suppose i dont have to. But BTW, the pictures above were taken on the 23rd of January when i went for a CIP visit with the class. Nothing much happened. Except Tutik got shocked by one of the elderly. Funny indeed. Most prolly will be going to the library tomorrow. But woodlands library? Nah. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size:9pt;"&gt;p.s it was nice, love. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-5945699117680004863?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/5945699117680004863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=5945699117680004863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/5945699117680004863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/5945699117680004863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/01/need-i-elaborate-further-i-suppose-i.html' title='today&apos;s 24th of 01'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SXnoYGjyzzI/AAAAAAAAA_I/P4qQBEjJSkw/s72-c/DSC06038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-4486591182803867822</id><published>2009-01-17T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:29:26.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 18th of 01</title><content type='html'>Exhaustion. Cramps. Famine. Fatigue? Okay not. Im exaggerating on the 3rd and 4th word. Hah. HRC was awesome/exhilarating plus boring/humdrum -.- Was at Pulau Ubin on 17th January 2009; yesterday. Heck, if i were to say i was not worn out by the tough obstacles, I AM LYING. So heres what exactly happened. EXACTLY. (BTW, im not really sure of the name of certain obstacles so i'll name them the way i like it. &lt;i&gt;Paham2 je la.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SXLMZP6TcbI/AAAAAAAAA8w/H_LH_cqGFkw/s320/DSC05987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292517246253625778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Flying Fox: Cried. Like a baby. Sobbed. Like a baby. And hell, dont say &lt;i&gt;eleh flying fox pn nak nangis sak. weak uh.&lt;/i&gt; I hope your vocal cord broke if thats the case. I am afraid of heights. YOU'RE NEVER GONNA GET TO TRY ON THIS FLYING FOX ELSE WHERE. So what? I dont really like (HATE) being at high rise buildings, much less a flying fox thats estimated to be about 8-storeys high. You wanna say fun? Its not to me. Traumatized. Im NEVER getting on top of that ANYMORE. And the best thing is, im never gonna go on top anymore. Outcome: I didnt make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SXLLYvCoo0I/AAAAAAAAA8o/THib5TUmw0I/s320/DSC05976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292516137918571330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tunnel: Fcuking/freaking/frigging/damn stinkayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyye! It stinked like somebody threw their USED menstrual pad&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:9pt;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; in it. (Take note that im emphasizing on the 's'.) YES. MANY PADS. Not just one. I was struggling to find my way out with Anati but thank god, my legs are helpful. Anyway, the tunnel isnt so bad. And they threw in a pathetic lizard in it? Doesnt scare/disgust me -.- If it was either a dumbo cockroach or rats, YES, i'll be afraid and disgusted simultaneously. Outcome: We made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SXLLYWTql5I/AAAAAAAAA8g/9RnNHM8yaO0/s320/DSC05974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292516131279116178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Pole thingy [?]: Okay. You actually have to climb up the pole and balance at the peak of the pole. BTW, it was uneven at the top so try balancing an uneven pole. But its easy once you're up there. Next, you'll have to jump from the peak of the pole to a bar that you actually have to hold on to. I managed to hold onto the bar. Thanks to the support of the fellow NP cadets and bestfriends. They were screaming sweetheart's name consistently. How could i resist? Hahahahha. Omg, i sound dirty. Lol. Cheers to me? Oh, Hidayah managed too. Cheers to Hidayah ^.^ &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:9pt;"&gt;Girlpower beb.&lt;/span&gt; Outcome: I made it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SXLLYO3liWI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/e0EBFIpZiWY/s320/DSC05972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292516129282296162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Log thingy or what [?]: Theres a total of 5/6 [?] logs that you have to climb on. Its like a ladder. So you have to climb on each log vertically. It may seem easy. BUT IT WASNT. My heart and legs felt like it was ripping apart drastically. The higher we go, the longer the distance of one log to another. So, IMAGINE. Syafirah was going &lt;i&gt;kelengkang aku saket sak besok nak kluar.&lt;/i&gt; Hahaha. She made me distracted. SERIOUSLY. I was laughing while climbing. But only for the first 2 logs then. Outcome: WE BOTH MADE IT TO THE HIGHEST LOG! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Thanks to the support of bestfriends and fellow NP cadets. And also, thanks Hidayah for letting me try it since i was crying my hearts out because of the flying fox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SXLMZx5IY8I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/18H6mCam4e4/s320/DSC05992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292517255375512514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;i&gt;Im not interested in you, _____ . I am attached. Lol? Bonding uh? Bonding or menggatal? Eiiiiik. Im not the type of girl who gives in to flirtatious guys. And i aint a bitch who flirts either.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SXLMZq41LVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/7-meUqSftms/s320/DSC05993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292517253495205202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SXLMZQgRsSI/AAAAAAAAA9A/TO2pjKpi8fI/s320/DSC05989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292517246412894498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats what happened. You may choose to ignore number five, really. Treat ourselves to KFC right after the ferry and bus trip home to Woodlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SXLMZPbe2KI/AAAAAAAAA84/3Pz9lCwcKQA/s320/DSC05991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292517246124349602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeworks are left hanging, still. I kinda have problems with some. Tsk. And the printer is finally here. But its much too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SXLVQpokMyI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/DCjlxGV5esY/s1600-h/DSC05855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SXLVQpokMyI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/DCjlxGV5esY/s320/DSC05855.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292526994144375586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is for you Sarah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-4486591182803867822?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/4486591182803867822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=4486591182803867822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/4486591182803867822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/4486591182803867822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/01/exhaustion.html' title='today&apos;s 18th of 01'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SXLMZP6TcbI/AAAAAAAAA8w/H_LH_cqGFkw/s72-c/DSC05987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-8149792500565458594</id><published>2009-01-15T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T03:36:59.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 15th of 01</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;Hi. LMS sucks. Ok? Can? Agree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SW8dUl-8jRI/AAAAAAAAA6o/AqUChXBFaos/s320/DSC05856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291480326814338322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SW8dUQWr-bI/AAAAAAAAA6g/H4Pd1gcs1LI/s320/DSC05855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291480321008335282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SW8dUEh0MvI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/8VSgqmN7Rw4/s320/DSC05864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291480317833786098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SW8dTw8BOII/AAAAAAAAA6Q/u6KiPxXn--s/s320/DSC05866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291480312574982274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SW8dTlRHZSI/AAAAAAAAA6I/RtTUvswSKeA/s320/DSC05868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291480309442241826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im done with English (LMS). Except i have yet to print out certain worksheets. Bcs i forgot to bring along my thumbdrive when i was out with Kim, Sarah, Liyana. How absent-minded can i be? I wanna have brains like Einstein's. Err, perhaps not. Bcs i'll have a huge head for my body. And i'd look like Jimmy Neutron (female version) for an outcome. Lol. I had fun with the 3 girls though it was only for a while. But seriously, i kept laughing all the way. Hahaha. BTW, im having it tough for the LMS. I mean, there's just too many things needed to be done. To make matters worse, there is still the not-the-lms homeworks i have yet to even START. WTH? &lt;i&gt;How to cope? Sometimes uh, school like no brains eh.&lt;/i&gt; And i cant complete it this Saturday because theres CCA. I like Chemistry. I like Mr Ong. Hes VERY reasonable. He only gave a little homework for the not-the-lms and theres only quizzes and slides i need to catch up on for the LMS. &lt;i&gt;Rock on uh cher!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SW8cyYk5eqI/AAAAAAAAA6A/_EM9KOQ1_4w/s320/DSC05869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291479739099871906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SW8cyancplI/AAAAAAAAA54/cbA3EYqkZjI/s320/DSC05870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291479739647436370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SW8cyBbgtvI/AAAAAAAAA5w/jbIqBb367RY/s320/DSC05872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291479732886484722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SW8cx3HxhfI/AAAAAAAAA5o/UCk3BDhZA3U/s320/DSC05873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291479730119345650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SW8cxIV6-pI/AAAAAAAAA5g/mjC9b9s7fC4/s320/DSC05902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291479717562219154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SW8eJ_KaN5I/AAAAAAAAA6w/hpfA8ltC3wQ/s1600-h/DSC05871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SW8eJ_KaN5I/AAAAAAAAA6w/hpfA8ltC3wQ/s320/DSC05871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291481244106373010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is for you, Kim. Click to enlarge it and save it orh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:9pt;"&gt;p.s i want take picture with Sarah and Liyana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-8149792500565458594?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/8149792500565458594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=8149792500565458594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/8149792500565458594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/8149792500565458594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/01/todays-15th-of-01.html' title='today&apos;s 15th of 01'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SW8dUl-8jRI/AAAAAAAAA6o/AqUChXBFaos/s72-c/DSC05856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-7172761518125023755</id><published>2009-01-13T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T05:01:23.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 13th of 01</title><content type='html'>I was rather pissed off seeing that there were actually certain secondary fours who acted like a little brat. &lt;i&gt;Class kite lagi lawa seh.&lt;/i&gt; Uh yes, i admit, their class decorations was so much nicer and i kept praising about how nice it was done. But a total dweeb actually made me get a wrong impression towards them. Thus, i cursed her throughout the english lessons (which was actually free lessons as Mrs Lim wasn't present.) But heck, i regret doing so. Bcs there aint no point whatsoever if i were to keep cursing but she never knew. Pointless to curse behind someone's back, agree? I dont wanna waste my precious saliva for such an ill-mannered teenager. Let her comment on everything about our class decorations. Let her think what was deemed right for her. Its her judgements anyway. And who the fcuk wanna care whether or not our class decorations weren't as good as her class's were? As long as we've put in the effort to decorate, its fine with me. To win or to lose, i am always satisfied with the results. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Go reflect, self-centered imbecile.&lt;/span&gt; So if you're reading this, im actually hinting on you, girl. &lt;i&gt;Sape makan cili, dialah yg terase pedas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios to our 12th monthsary loves. And thank you to those who had wished me the anniversary. Especially Hidayah. She texted me early in the morning for the wish. Haha. What a sweet girl, really. I shant elaborate on what we did today bcs it's definitely not for the public to know. Only the closest will know. &lt;i&gt;Thank you sweetheart for the most awesome and lovely surprise. I love you, yes i do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SWyPGhlAGxI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/KxK7Fn08hM4/s320/DSC05751.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290761004509043474" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's LMS. Yes, will be staying at home for the e-learning. However, i was needed to come to school in the afternoon as i'll be having CCA. Honestly, i am lazy enough to get my butt off the house after spending so much time on the computer in the morning. But at the same time, where sweetheart is concerned, i am glad that there's CCA (ironically speaking). If you dont get what i mean, you can choose to ask or forget it. But i'd advice you to pick 'forget it'. I was crapping. Byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-7172761518125023755?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/7172761518125023755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=7172761518125023755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/7172761518125023755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/7172761518125023755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/01/todays-13th-of-01.html' title='today&apos;s 13th of 01'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SWyPGhlAGxI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/KxK7Fn08hM4/s72-c/DSC05751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-2205580490392098247</id><published>2009-01-11T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T05:29:45.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 11th of 01</title><content type='html'>Pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7th January 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;if im not wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SWnsvLj6YgI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/tjwLeQqTxpU/s320/DSC05562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290019532624781826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SWnsuiZ-moI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/VK-uab2qNhA/s320/DSC05559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290019521577261698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SWnsugzLQ_I/AAAAAAAAA4I/GGWB1rUhsZA/s320/DSC05557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290019521146078194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10th January 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, i was at Ngee Ann Poly's openhouse with Dearest, Tutik, Kim, Sarah, Ikah, Bestfriends and Firah's bf. I'd say i had a splendid time with them. Especially the time spent with Sweetheart after separating with the rest. &lt;i&gt;I love you.&lt;/i&gt; Oh yes, im thinking on taking up either mass comm or film &amp;amp; design. Tourism's out of the question. However, the cut-off point's kinda tough for me to beat. Tsk. But im definitely aiming to go Ngee Ann. And im not aiming for JC at all. So goodbye JC. Lols.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SWnuX7Kap9I/AAAAAAAAA5A/YoHVlyOdxt0/s320/DSC05667.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290021332109141970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SWnuXup4XeI/AAAAAAAAA44/p3kr3S3oxjk/s320/DSC05699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290021328751451618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SWnuXKNr8LI/AAAAAAAAA4w/xecq8mJHJLI/s320/DSC05706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290021318969520306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SWnuW75RURI/AAAAAAAAA4o/AokqK3o4IL0/s320/DSC05708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290021315125793042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SWnuWUbg1MI/AAAAAAAAA4g/46Nj_RHmHdU/s320/DSC05741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290021304531997890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11th January 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madrasah as usual. I seem to be &lt;i&gt;story-ing&lt;/i&gt; about madrasah every Sympathetic Sunday. So anyway, 2 strange things happened today. Firstly, i kept seeing the time as 7.08 am, 10.08 am, 12.08 am, 4.08 am. Fcuk everything. I kinda hate g.a now. He's making my life miserable. And if you're freaking &lt;i&gt;kaypo&lt;/i&gt; to know who the hell is g.a, ask me yourself. That is provided if i have the mood to story it to you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hint: He isnt my sweetheart.&lt;/span&gt; Lols? Obviously he isnt. Secondly, fcuk the new uztad. GTH lah. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To stroll in to the class though we were late and you say we're better off going to orchard or city hall. Eh my problem lah where i want to go, whether i wanna be late or not. My parents sent me so shut-the-tup you big faggot.&lt;/span&gt; See, Sundays are suckish when you have to put up with such problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little note to Farzanah:&lt;br /&gt;I hope the problem at class with your brother and his friends are settled. Always remember this, wherever you go, whatever you do, he'll always be your elder brother. Perhaps he had his reasons why he acted in a ludicrous manner earlier on. So cheer up sista! Ily.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SWnxApk4MhI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/OIN2vCNF-HQ/s320/DSC05818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290024230786183698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SWnxADk55dI/AAAAAAAAA5I/g7xPyaBFcyA/s320/DSC05784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290024220585747922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:9pt;"&gt;p.s two more days love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-2205580490392098247?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/2205580490392098247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=2205580490392098247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/2205580490392098247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/2205580490392098247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/01/todays-11th-of-01.html' title='today&apos;s 11th of 01'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SWnsvLj6YgI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/tjwLeQqTxpU/s72-c/DSC05562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-4164692112306699143</id><published>2009-01-08T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T02:12:10.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 9th of 01</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Tags replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarahh; hehe. got wad! u pretty wad! takmo terime nvm orh. but i tink you are and others think alike as me one orh. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nizham; lol. suci uh? wth. fareha suci wad? xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Athirah; eh me same2 orh! but whn seh? u go find time. i anytym cn ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atizzz; haha lists? which u referring? and dh relink. bt mane kao nye tagboard? i wnt tag u eh? make tagboard tau. dis one not choice. dis one force! haha xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liyana; huh prettier? eeee no. i got pimple2 all ovr u knw! haha. and u dont look lyk crap sey. how can say like dat one? hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAHIRAH; no please no. im not mahirah. i look at myself at mirror everyday one i know orh. haha. loves.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:9pt;"&gt;I hate to copy others' creations. But sometimes, i dont even know the other party has a similar way to call themselves. The world is small. I love my name, the FAREHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple way to update this blog is, im worn out. By the complicated exercises in Additional Math (not elementary). By the complex theory of the new topic in Chemistry. I have to understand it one way or another. But thing is, when ive learnt one, i'll forget the other. So tell me how do i get over this problem? There'll always be homeworks. Never failed to have tons of them in one day. Is it revising? If it is, then why cant i find time to revise for the humanities? Stress isit? I feel like eating an overdose of sleeping pills. Cool? Right? Then hopefully i'd wake up when the o's are over. Then i'll have to retake it by private classes. Lol? K bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-4164692112306699143?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/4164692112306699143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=4164692112306699143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/4164692112306699143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/4164692112306699143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/01/tags-replies-sarahh-hehe.html' title='today&apos;s 9th of 01'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-9186982474956035208</id><published>2009-01-04T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T04:26:07.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 4th of 01</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:500%;" &gt;1&lt;/span&gt;I wanna upload my pretty faces today. Eh wait! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I was kidding. Seriously. My friends are wayyyyy gorgeous than me. And i shall name them all. In random order. KIM, FARZANAH, HIDAYAH, SARAH, ATIKAH, FIONA, LIYANA, MAHIRAH, SYAFIRAH, ANATI, TUTIK, SHABRINA, ADILAH, SOFIA, FATIN AND MANY OTHERS TOO! Hee. I feel much better putting myself down like this. It helps me boost my confidence. I'll let you in on certain things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)I hate crowds.&lt;br /&gt;2)I hate attentions.&lt;br /&gt;3)I hate seeking attention (but i dont hate attention-seekers).&lt;br /&gt;4)I hate being in the center(did i spell it right?) of attraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait wasnt it similar with the second one? Oh well. As i was saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I prefer being in low profile.&lt;br /&gt;6) Though im jealous when other people gets alot of friends, im contented with the friends i have now.&lt;br /&gt;7) Im shy btw. But if you talk to me, i'll be nice to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think im done. Perhaps la? So sisters and girlfriends, i love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:500%;" &gt;2&lt;/span&gt; Was at madrasah a few hours ago. And i'd like to be honest now. I felt contented having to see dear sis Farzanah and dear Hanisah and the others as well. Sad thing was, Indah has quitted. Oh well. First Neesha, now Indah. Who next i wonder? Lets hope nobody alright. And oh, im not sure if i could announce something. But im most exhilarated to hear the news. God knows how much i felt at that moment. Madrasah was alright i guess? Same old boring thang. But Farzanah never fails to be the joker man. She was acting so drunk just now! And i think i wanna let you in on something, she can get drunk drinking one whole bottle of ICE LEMON TEA! Hahahahahhhaha. Should i upload the pictures? Hah. I'll think about it as i continue writing. And........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM DONE WRITING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll upload. Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. But the picture doesnt show much of how Farzanah got "drunk". You should have seen her face in reality rather. More... How should i say it..? More LIVE! Yeahhhhh. I was lol-ing throughout that particular free time. (somewhat like a free time la.) I dont even pay attention, might as well say all the lessons were free time -.- Well they were free time to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SWCclwkzYKI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/fIKknU3HWGM/s320/DSC05505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287398135041319074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SWCclplSfII/AAAAAAAAA3I/DFOPvO-M2KA/s320/DSC05504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287398133164309634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;sorry sis, i really couldnt help uploading the pictures.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SWCcmdZ-FWI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/V4Wr-qGHfMI/s320/DSC05507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287398147075478882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;see the pimples!! go looooooky lah! eeeeeeeeeeeee. alright fine, you wont bother looking at it anyway. everyone has it. lol?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SWCg1I3BU5I/AAAAAAAAA3o/inMJhyz6l2E/s320/DSC05182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287402797304730514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SWCg0eRJJbI/AAAAAAAAA3g/9OHPRmaPaRY/s320/DSC05495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287402785871570354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SWCoTd8amrI/AAAAAAAAA3w/kTiMqTrYPPA/s320/Farzanah%21+%5B2%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287411014941973170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;this is for you sis!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;IM GONNA WEAR SPECS TO SCHOOL TOMORROW!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:9pt;font-color:#cccccc;"&gt;Thats cos my eyesight has gone terribly bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-9186982474956035208?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/9186982474956035208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=9186982474956035208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/9186982474956035208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/9186982474956035208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/01/1-i-wanna-upload-my-pretty-faces-today.html' title='today&apos;s 4th of 01'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SWCclwkzYKI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/fIKknU3HWGM/s72-c/DSC05505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-8189866598653478072</id><published>2009-01-03T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T09:08:34.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 3rd of 01</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:500%;" &gt;1&lt;/span&gt; I was most astounded when i browsed through photos of the rich and the poor. It spoke clear to me that the rich can actually help the poor ALOTTTTT. Then, the poor wouldnt be suffering like they already are. I mean, if not for the adults, what about the little children? Spare a thought for them please people. Whilst the rich are relishing on expensive meat, the poor little children are sympathetically digging food from trash. Get that? TRASH. Albeit with the fact that im just an ordinary 15-going-16 teenage girl who keeps on advocating but dared not do it in action, at least i feel empathetic towards the poor. So wake up self-centered imbeciles who splurge on expensive goods but never thought of the poor. Buy, buy, buy and buy. Then never donate. Such imbeciles, really. And a big loser on top of that -.-&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:500%;" &gt;2&lt;/span&gt; Like certain bloggers, i spent my day at home as the plan to complete the geography project with Tutik was called off. However, i spent my day wisely instead of lazing my ass off on the laptop and TV. How wisely huh? Like completing my homeworks. Oh they're not overdue. YET. It will be on this Monday; the day after tomorrow. And oh, saturday simply passed in the blink of any eye. Ahhhhhh well. Soon before i know it, i'll be sitting in the hall taking my first paper for the O's. Clock's ticking. Im getting serious now. Oh me? Getting serious? Sure or not? Hah. Well yes. Im getting serious. And for those dweebs that hasnt, do wake up. Its not cool anymore when you cry your eyeballs out on the day of the results and you didnt make it. Blame it on your own soul. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SV-YOfNuJiI/AAAAAAAAA24/-E7MDZ-bXic/s320/Luxembourg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287111862220891682" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;hidop senang.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SV-YCHgNeII/AAAAAAAAA2w/3eUtzcuPNb4/s320/Electrical+Shop+in+Malawi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287111649697560706" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hidop susah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i am soooooo head over heels on waterfalls. Bewildered by that fact? I mean come on! Waterfalls? Not guitars or drums anymore? Well, still drums and guitars but i wanna fall for something different this time. And i picked WATERFALLS. Heeeeeee. They're beautiful. What's more, they're made of purely nature, not man-made. Like the country im living in's. ALL MAN-MADE. Lol. Perfect mothernature. Yes. Im so lame. Gheeeeeez xp&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SV-Zg51iXaI/AAAAAAAAA3A/oKMT1Bww2kI/s320/norway.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287113278116486562" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-8189866598653478072?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/8189866598653478072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=8189866598653478072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/8189866598653478072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/8189866598653478072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/01/todays-4th-of-01.html' title='today&apos;s 3rd of 01'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SV-YOfNuJiI/AAAAAAAAA24/-E7MDZ-bXic/s72-c/Luxembourg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-2269889025514348121</id><published>2009-01-02T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T07:26:21.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 2nd of 01</title><content type='html'>Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Im so excited. Nah, no actually. I was lying. I only felt excited in the morning and after school. During school, i was freaking sleepy. Bcos i only slept at 4am. Truth was, i was craving for KWAY TEOW GORENG (the red one). Hence, i couldnt get to sleep. Perhaps thats the reason &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;. Perhaps not? Hah. So first day? Well, Little Bro went out with me to school but halfway through, he went off alone as Hidayah, Firah and me had to wait for Ati. And when we saw her get down the bus, she was so cute! I mean, its been ages since i last saw her and i just find her cute. Heee. Reallyyyy cute. Something funny happened too. But i shall not type it out here alright. Its between US. I mean bestfriends (: Reached school, and everybody was crowding around the parade square. I mean it as OUTSIDE-AROUND. Get what i mean? I kinda find it stupid. But heck, was last year's similar? Oh well. &lt;i&gt;First day pe.&lt;/i&gt; I wont blabber much but our new form teacher's Ms Liu. Well, i'd say shes nice. Wish her all the best in controlling, or shall i put it as managing, the class. School's boring. And i feel like im studying just because sweetheart tells me to do so. Not of my own accord. But well, i'll come over it soon. I dont wanna get left behind while the others move on to either JC or poly. Hee.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, i get to meet that &lt;i&gt;tersayang&lt;/i&gt;. Hah. Tersayang or whatttt? But really, he is tersayang (: And why surprisingly? Bcs i thought he'd work today but he didnt go. Good then. Hee. Thats why i said i was excited.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I burnt my homework today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I did it for a good reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I want to fulfill the dead's wishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;They want homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;They gonna do for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-2269889025514348121?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/2269889025514348121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=2269889025514348121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/2269889025514348121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/2269889025514348121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2009/01/heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='today&apos;s 2nd of 01'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-2092555721441146350</id><published>2008-12-31T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T03:18:05.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 1st of 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jL2JfIOkUqQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jL2JfIOkUqQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry if i kept on moving the camera. (Handphone camera) I wasnt really paying attention to the camera as my eyes were set focused on the fireworks. And i know i suck at making videos.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SVxPi7yqCdI/AAAAAAAAA2A/ouG_o5aJk4k/s320/DSC05436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286187524210428370" border="0" /&gt; My new year resolutions and wishes are all in the video. Do watch it. I dont have to elaborate much i suppose? The video marks my own way to start a post in 2009. Rather than bragging about what i did on the last day of 2008 and ended up making people bored of reading, i'd rather sum it all up in a video. But there are certain things not told in the video. Hah. Lets see. Got out of the house after the Maghrib prayers as dad's car can only be out after 7. I think? Went straight to Al-Ameen to have dinner. I was freakin hungry till i had no mood to even talk. Yeah. But i was bored so i tickled Little Bro who's keeping damn silent throughout the journey as his stomach's empty. &lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;He can never go hyper without food.&lt;/span&gt; A proper meal to be precised. And wth? Im blabbering about my family or whattttt? Oh well, im just filling up the space while waiting for the video to be uploaded. Oh, i almost forgot. Much apologies if i didnt reply or text anybody a happy new year. My pp8's going low hence i had only enough to reply sweetheart's super long message. &lt;i&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/i&gt; No really. If im not wrong, that's the longest message he'd ever given. And its not only sent once but 6 times. He thought i didnt receive it because i didnt reply. Fact is, i was taking too much time racking my pathetic brain to reply him an even longer message. Im slow, darn it. And when i was done typing, it cant be sent as i was still at the flyer area and mom says perhaps there could be a signal interruption. I think? Oh well. The message is sent anyway. May all of you be blessed with peace and love. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;p.s i wish i had a never-ending dose of ice lemon tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-2092555721441146350?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/2092555721441146350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=2092555721441146350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/2092555721441146350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/2092555721441146350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/12/todays-1st-of-1.html' title='today&apos;s 1st of 1'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SVxPi7yqCdI/AAAAAAAAA2A/ouG_o5aJk4k/s72-c/DSC05436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-8999479843817668356</id><published>2008-12-30T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T01:40:37.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 30th of 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;farzanah; omg, thanks. im gonna take a shot of myself smiling with my teeth just for you sis (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHCH; hee. sry uh. kena paint house la. and ok. but school's starting soon alr. like too late? i'll tag you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarahh; what?!?!?! sexy u say? hahahahahahhahahaha! okay not funny. serious or not serious, thanks uh sarahh. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nizham; haha. ok bagos. i do rock cos i can get someone to listen to my type of music. like, really. but sorry i dint like your type of music uh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chch; wah alot ppl ask me that uh. erm, i'll tell u online or wad ok? and the blogskin? thanks! but i kinda make myself. just dat de basecode is from someone and i will totally chnge it all. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the new tv was delivered today. Freakin big. Ya whatever. To be honest with you, i fell ill for the past few days. Even today. I feel weak all over. Like as if im gonna.. Oh well, forget it. I keep thinking about things i shouldnt have thought before. Well, forget it then. Tsk. And oh, sweetheart's the only one who knows of my illness. Im not gonna tell what im down with bcs you dont even wanna know. &lt;i&gt;Thanks for caring syg.&lt;/i&gt; About the video? From my previous post? Ah well, soon. Patience people. Patience. Like as if you're enthusiastic to watch it -.- Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-8999479843817668356?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/8999479843817668356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=8999479843817668356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/8999479843817668356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/8999479843817668356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/12/farzanah-omg-thanks.html' title='today&apos;s 30th of 12'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-5892647518962537901</id><published>2008-12-26T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T09:10:04.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 27th of 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:9pt;"&gt;Worse fight ever. I feel like i dont know you anymore. A total different person. But still, we managed to solve it. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:; cursor:;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SVUKnRP8wdI/AAAAAAAAA14/mm56kS0LmZ0/s320/dont+leave+me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284141407550620114" /&gt; My worse nemesis yet; the MOOD SWINGS. Yeah it happens to everyone. But when it happens to me, you'd wish i wasnt even born. Especially if you're the victim when i start throwing tantrums. So he was victimised. And it ended up _________. Its usual anyway. No need to get the overreactions coming up. And i seriously do not need fake empathy. Dweebz. But the ____ was solved within an hour or so. I spent half of the day accompanying parents to buy paint to paint the house since the new tv will be delivered on Tuesday. It suddenly occured to me that ive yet to complete the homeworks when school's starting in exactly one weeks' time. Tsk. Im procrastinating. Once again. Skip that. Started on the painting after the Maghrib prayers. But parents disallowed me from helping as i need to save my energy on painting my room. BY MYSELF. Since im so anxious about re-painting my room. Current colour's PINK. I hate that colour. And i dont care if some of you sudzies like it. Bcs i dont. So be it. Spent the almost-the-end of the day doing ridiculous/ludicrous videos with Little Bro. I shall think thrice(if not twice) about uploading it here. If there were only my face in the video, i'd be more than glad to show my ugly face to you. Thing is, my little bro's in. Well, perhaps i shall re-edit it then. Be patient. Be very patient. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-5892647518962537901?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/5892647518962537901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=5892647518962537901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/5892647518962537901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/5892647518962537901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/12/todays-27th-of-12.html' title='today&apos;s 27th of 12'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SVUKnRP8wdI/AAAAAAAAA14/mm56kS0LmZ0/s72-c/dont+leave+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-1532772173424412465</id><published>2008-12-25T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T09:17:14.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 26th of 12</title><content type='html'>Xmas has ended. I do not need to wish people Christmas then. Saves my energy. How bad can i be huh? Fact is, im troubled by the thought that modern people are changing the christmas custom. Mom told me how the celebration is actually done. Not some wild party that caused people to get drunk. -.- Oh well. (Kiamat nak dekat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, initially the 24th was the day to shop for things. But heck, a problem cropped up. Dont worry, its a small matter. (When i say its small, i mean the opposite. Entirely the opposite) Need i elaborate further then? Instead, went out with Family on Christmas Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 94px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283753612284997346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SVOp6nTvLuI/AAAAAAAAA1A/nL5DHW0ghBQ/s320/rawr-cake.jpg" /&gt; Had lunch at marsiling first before going off to look at paint shops. Unfortunately, several of the paint shops in the same branch was closed. Prolly due to christmas huh? Mom got all work up as she thinks that christmas was the supposed day that business should be on. Because many will go out due to the holiday. I find her opinions rather true. Oh well. Since we couldnt get the paints, proceeded to IMM to redeem the MP4 gift. Mom's right, it's sort of a sensor touch or something. Not much to be excited about.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 131px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283755710004512834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SVOr0t7CyEI/AAAAAAAAA1I/iV-d-aIYCP4/s320/RAWR-TCOA.gif" /&gt; Shopped for clothes at Hang Ten but the tee i was eyeing for wasnt available. Meaning, its out of stock? WTH. Shopped at Fox instead and finally settled for one clothing. I wont tell you. You wouldnt wanna know anyway. Some bullshxts happened at IMM as well. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new; font-size:9pt;"&gt;I wear what i like to wear. Doesnt mean im wearing something not to your liking, it means im a goddamn fxcking poser. Little kids seriously need to know where they stand. I'll be nice if you are but if you're not.. See for yourself. Im glad you little kids shut those little mouths after what i said. I hope it leaves a lesson learnt to you little sudzies.&lt;/span&gt; So go figure. Ahmad claimed that i was fierce. &lt;i&gt;Haha.&lt;/i&gt; Oh and if you dudes/dudettes got blur at the mention of Ahmad. Hes actually a friend. A very nice friend. And i find comfort talking to him. &lt;i&gt;Hee.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 261px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283766180591704354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SVO1WL5kGSI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/NTGMpRGO-fk/s320/DSC05364.JPG" /&gt; Proceeded to AMK Hub right after and went straight to Fairprice Extra to get some snacks before going off to Bottle Tree Park. Oh yes, i'd almost forgot. Mom wanted to get herself sandals too. Shes started working yet i am the last to know in the family -.- How ignorant can i be? Skip that. Went to World of Sports to get school shoes. Supposedly it was for Little Bro but Mom and Dad decided to buy me one as well. Since theres a promotion going on. I got jealous as Little Bro has finally decided on his school bag but im still here, fretting over the fact that ive yet to get myself a school bag. I mean, ive decided on what kind to get but have not bought it. Haa. And why in the word am i blabbering about such things? I sound like an old auntie, just without the wrinkles and those flabbies. Well perhaps i just wanted to make this post look a little longer as i am much exhilarated by yesterday's out with Family. I mean parents didn't argue over small things that eventually would become a big matter till it could spoil the day. I didn't argue with Little Bro since there were so much laughs going on between us. Oh and gossips too. My lips are sealed. &lt;i&gt;Lol&lt;/i&gt;. So that quite sums up to why i was sorta full of euphoria over yesterday. Yes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283770148102272626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SVO49IBy9nI/AAAAAAAAA1g/0Bf0FVmff4M/s320/DSC05366.JPG" /&gt; Hell, perhaps i do lack of sense in fashion huh. Oh well. The little sudzies were right then. They won. (Sad face) Forget that. Proceeded to Bottle Tree Park and heck, loads of chinese. I guess its a place where the chinese likes to go huh? I felt awkward at first. Like everyone was chinese and i felt so out stepping into the place. It feels so wrong like as if Singapore isnt a multi-racial country. Tsk. Forget it. I let my imaginations run wild in my mind often. Well i am bothered by it though. Its Frha's nature. Sad thing, really. Saw those trees that looks like bottles. Its no wonder why they are named as Bottle Trees. They're named after their appearance. Haa. Cute things. Pathetically so, there were only ONE that was, well, in perfect condition? The other two was horrendous. I mean, they were bald. It suddenly occured to me that trees do depend on us for survival, and vice versa. THE WORLD IS JUST AMAZING. To be honest with you, i felt guilty doodling on so many papers. A perfect wastage. Sad thing, once again. Im sorry trees! &lt;i&gt;Lols.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/BumperCarStimulation.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got on the swan ride in which i felt dreadful not taking pictures for that part. Next time then. Got on the bumper car and Little Bro was freaking violent. Its as good as saying my heart was forcing its way out of those arteries and going through the bones and skin and poof(!), out of my body. Which is a ludicrous thing as i'd be dead by then. Plus, i totally got crashed from the person in-charge and Little Bro. My feet hurts. Tsk. Well, at least i had my fun. Shall go with a lot of people next time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283775140969792338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SVO9fv6LQ1I/AAAAAAAAA1o/FFPWTh0gwbo/s320/Rename0828.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the idiot standing there. Its me XP&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped by Mcdonald's and bought megamac meal as dinner. So thats about it peeps. Till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283775511723391106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SVO91VEuOII/AAAAAAAAA1w/n_F_csnt7fA/s320/Rename0823.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:9pt;"&gt;Note to self: Frha, you're ugly. VERY VERY UGLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:9pt;"&gt;p.s why are you so cold to me lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-1532772173424412465?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/1532772173424412465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=1532772173424412465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/1532772173424412465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/1532772173424412465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/12/todays-26th-of-12.html' title='today&apos;s 26th of 12'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SVOp6nTvLuI/AAAAAAAAA1A/nL5DHW0ghBQ/s72-c/rawr-cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-8382104572226256039</id><published>2008-12-23T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T09:20:34.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 23rd of 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Tags replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarahh; awwww. takmo sedih kay. cheeeeer up!&lt;br /&gt;Eddiechacha; haha thks. and brape kali frha mau blg uh. im no pretty girl. and thks also fr reading evrything in my blog. haha. i too read every post on yr blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;syiraa; thanks!&lt;br /&gt;nizham; haha kay welcome. and aiyer? tu ape? i know its like a word that people use when something dint go well. lol. i guessed? AIYERRRR! XP&lt;br /&gt;farzanah; i gg out shopping nan fam uh. next time alright :) sorry sis.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Its as if our souls collided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And i shuddered at the thought of losing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Many a time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ive depended so much on hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Too much i'd forgotten to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That ive been living in my own dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But you took me in your arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Whispered to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And before my eyes had time to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I could feel my heart overcrowded by chaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Serenity overtaking the feeling of forlornity, anxiety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ANGST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Reality unveiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;You broke into my dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well i had my peaceful time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Now ive got my chance to say out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The emotions that were once breaking my soul down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;frha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o327/myuksacha/FRHASAYSFUCKYOULOSERS.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, met tutik to photocopy the bio paper in which she dint receive before school ended. Skip that. Went home and rotted. I felt like i was half-dead. But i was lucky sweetheart came to the rescue. Haha. What a thing to say. But he had to go to work and so i was left rotting again. Oh well. Since the funniest animal's videos was on, decided to stick with the channel as mtv was casting the hiphop countdown. I hate it. Honey says its " Disgusting music. Eeeew. Boring gile." And i liked it when he ever said "What kind of music is that? Wheres the guitars? The drums? Screams?" Hah. Okay, power uh boyfriend. I bet the hiphop lovers would be boiling with rage right now. Im not sorry at all. I'd laugh my ass off rather. Like wtf would i be bothering? My friends dont listen to hiphop. Hah. Switched channel to channel 8 and watched the encore of the long-ago chinese drama series (last year's if im not wrong).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:; cursor:;width: 171px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SVIGP93r4yI/AAAAAAAAA04/FbjNwNkMWMo/s200/domokun.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283292184234943266" /&gt;Parents went home at about 6. And mom was like " Yes, im cooking of course. Im frying the fish with sambal celop " And i went " Sambal celop? Like wth is that? " And she went " Oh the sambal you put it in the fish " Im sucha dweeb, seriously. On a brighter note, i am smart altogether. As initially, parents were putting me in suspense about the surprise they were blabbering about. But mom was being kind enough to talk about the surprise infront of me and i guessed it straightaway. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:9pt;"&gt;Oh you cant fool me parents. Not Norfareha Azwa.&lt;/span&gt; Lol. They actually bought a new HD tv. Yeah, the flat screen one i suppose. One of the free gifts goes to me. Idk what it is but mom claimed it to be like an mp4 that has touch screen? Oh well, we'll see it tomorrow when i go shop for clothes and bags with Family. Dad is being extra extra kind to us. BONUS. What do you expect?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-8382104572226256039?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/8382104572226256039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=8382104572226256039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/8382104572226256039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/8382104572226256039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/12/tags-replies-sarahh-awwww.html' title='today&apos;s 23rd of 12'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SVIGP93r4yI/AAAAAAAAA04/FbjNwNkMWMo/s72-c/domokun.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-5197213655432339955</id><published>2008-12-21T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T01:01:09.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 21st of 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wXFCPUlGYEM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wXFCPUlGYEM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A message to all haters(!!!!!)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh do watch the video. Its actually a message to all haters. And i like the way he plays a sarcastic role to all of those dweebs. Seriously. And btw, you only need like 2 mins or so (excludes loading time;depends on individual's internet speed). To be frank, ive been wasting/throwing my precious time on Ryan Higa's videos. It speaks so much of what i truly am (a full-time crapper). Therefore, i devoted most of my time to his videos. (You may judge me as Nigahiga Fanaticaa 5 seconds later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 seconds later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audience: Oh EM GEEEEEEEE! You're a Nigahiga Fanaticaa! You really need a new life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Emergency calls. I DO need a new life. On another note, perhaps not. Watching his videos is a temporary indulgence. I mean, come on(!), ive yet to even meet him in reality(over at Japan). Hes only a cyberworld obsession. LOL! I had a crush on Ryan Higa. But dont worry, sweetheart's the very first to know of it. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;He laughed&lt;/span&gt;. What a guy, seriously. Watch more of his videos dudes/dudettes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/nigahiga"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/nigahiga&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll come to realise how much effort and crap he has put in. From braces to non-braces. Teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SU4DEPSFC0I/AAAAAAAAAzY/yxpgLLGwuag/s400/DSC05205.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282162784308890434" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, initially i thought i wont be able to blog for a period of time. But since the out today and tomorrow was cancelled, i thought i'd spend my time (other than homeworks) to blog instead. Oh yes, went out with Family as we wanted to have our dinner outside. Sembawang park has become polluted with the growing number of people bbq-ing everyday. Sucha mess, what a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SU4EaBI2VkI/AAAAAAAAAzw/mCWht2OxT_M/s320/DSC05255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282164257980831298" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SU4EaC_1RKI/AAAAAAAAAzo/y6KD7Wr_51o/s320/DSC05239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282164258479883426" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SU4EZ7_lIfI/AAAAAAAAAzg/xbqyolYX8mU/s320/DSC05246.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282164256599777778" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely Little Miss Nonsense. Is there such a tee? I never bothered to go search. In addition to that, i can be even more ludicrous than currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SU4FOEkvYrI/AAAAAAAAAz4/BQyslS2t2kU/s320/DSC05229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282165152256320178" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEEHEE!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-5197213655432339955?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/5197213655432339955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=5197213655432339955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/5197213655432339955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/5197213655432339955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/12/message-to-all-haters-oh-do-watch-video.html' title='today&apos;s 21st of 12'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SU4DEPSFC0I/AAAAAAAAAzY/yxpgLLGwuag/s72-c/DSC05205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-7359854224548814473</id><published>2008-12-19T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:05:34.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 19th of 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I'd like to wish dear hidayah and her ehem for being 1 yr tgthr! Last long. And if not, then LONGERRRRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to NIZHAM. I really wanna thank you for hearing me out. You the best! Rock on uh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To KIM! You are the very best sister EVER! Bcs you really adviced me on loads of things. And i wanna send you a thousand thank-yous till im out of saliva. Haha! Love you SISTAAAAA!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUusaN5neaI/AAAAAAAAAx4/m14iJCSBvkg/s320/DSC05127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281504554429938082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUusZoMIuOI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Cy1DdLkVD2c/s320/DSC05160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281504544307067106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sort of bored. And decided to do some camwhoring since Little Bro's still hogging on my lappie. Tsk. Oh yes, and im glad i sorted things out with sweetheart. Hooray! So i did some thinking after hearing what Little Bro said. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Eh akak. Why you so stupid? Hes not going to migrate what. Hes still in spore, still in wlands. Still wt u somemore. Which i dont lyk. But den hes still here what. Den what for you cry2 like baby. Even baby aso know when to stop. And they cry for a logic reason. You? Cry jst bcs hes not gg to be in sch wit u anymore. See uh. He go ite, u whr? O LEVEL. More CLEVERER! U shld be laughing like some madwoman or what cos u can beat him. But den ure like crying?? EEEEE. Crybaby. My sister crybaby! My sister crybaby! Later i give u milk uh. So u stop crying.&lt;/span&gt; -.= I was pissed off obviously. But on the other hand, its ironic that his words can mean alot. And that it helped me wake up from being sucha selfish and stubborn weirdo. Oh em geeeee. You know what? Hes right. Honeymunchys's not gonna be in some other country or what. And hes definitely still in singapore, still in woodlands. STILL WITH ME. Plus, it isnt going to be so bad after all. I mean, he'll still be accompanying me to study or picking me up after school if its possible. Everything's okay. Im the one who's over-reacting. So i searched for my long-lost-somewhere-in-the-oh-so-messy room and quickly texted boyfriend about it all. Im lucky he understands me. So weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Im so in love with you honeymunchys ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUus8E9805I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/haP00_5e-Ak/s320/DSC05172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281505136147747730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUus75o5N_I/AAAAAAAAAyI/swpyZqEBB3M/s320/DSC05153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281505133106640882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUus7TGrHXI/AAAAAAAAAyA/9lpCglvimnA/s320/DSC05147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281505122762562930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yes, im freaking happy because i managed to complete bio and geography. Since i completed all of SS except for the SBQ (in which i seriously need help), i am down with 'only' chemistry, emath and amath. The reason why i punctuated the word ONLY is because it describes the opposite of what the word actually defines as. To put it in simple english, theres just loads of it in two subjects. Hence, i'll have to &lt;b&gt;SUFFER(!!!)&lt;/b&gt; for the rest of the holidays. But its cool bcs ive had my fun. Its time to &lt;b&gt;SUFFER(!!!)&lt;/b&gt; till &lt;b&gt;O LEVEL (!!!!)&lt;/b&gt;. Take note that im emphasizing on the words SUFFER and O LEVEL. (O level=suffer) &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Self-console: Dont worry norfareha azwa, it will soon be over. And you'll soon realise that the efforts you've made, wont end up going down the drain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUutmk_urXI/AAAAAAAAAyo/JtRMXjqIBNE/s320/DSC05164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281505866299649394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUutmHarl_I/AAAAAAAAAyg/6rl1I1qmBp0/s320/DSC05168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281505858359629810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUutlwxvFJI/AAAAAAAAAyY/1dBRxynIgN0/s320/DSC05167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281505852282311826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway peeps, prolly i'll be on hiatus for a period of time. If not, then maybe about another day or two. You really dont have to know the reason why. I need to attend to kim's help now. So goodbye dudes and dudettes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-7359854224548814473?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/7359854224548814473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=7359854224548814473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/7359854224548814473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/7359854224548814473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-was-sort-of-bored.html' title='today&apos;s 19th of 12'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUusaN5neaI/AAAAAAAAAx4/m14iJCSBvkg/s72-c/DSC05127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-5355418811863446545</id><published>2008-12-18T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T11:31:15.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:; cursor:;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUqhkQ2qX5I/AAAAAAAAAxo/YuJXy7R0xzE/s320/high+school+sweethearts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281211157416927122" /&gt; A girlfriend's gotta do what a girlfriend's gotta do. But i cant help feeling so full of uncertainty. Almost as similar as paranoia. Only it cant be defined as one. Dear me. I tried to understand what's it like to be in your shoes. However, i cant stop denying that to agree with your choice is fine to me. Perhaps, i never knew you well enough to be able to see through your heart. Or perhaps, i let these myriad of emotions control my active being. I never knew. But one thing's for sure, i am in love with you. Prolly thats the reason why, i reacted they way i reacted before. A selfish brat. Too selfish that ive forgotten what i vowed and ended up not respecting your decision. As a result, i failed. I failed to be that girlfriend who's always there for her love. Who'd respect whatever decisions her love has made. Instead, i let the concoction of emotions overrun my mind and ended up hurting you, leaving you to shed tears on your own. So who the heck am i honey? To have caused those tears. All i can say is, im sorry i was selfish. I am a contradicting factor and i am a complete controverser. I am a self-centered, foolish teenager. And i am one like they call it, a hopeless, imbecile loser. But despite all those, can i say i love you again sweetheart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;frha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-5355418811863446545?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/5355418811863446545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=5355418811863446545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/5355418811863446545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/5355418811863446545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/12/girlfriends-gotta-do-what-girlfriends.html' title=''/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUqhkQ2qX5I/AAAAAAAAAxo/YuJXy7R0xzE/s72-c/high+school+sweethearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-9012110282096327509</id><published>2008-12-18T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T04:30:23.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 18th of 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUo3Qx4IXQI/AAAAAAAAAxg/3i8R5UemSCc/s320/we+went+through+problems+together+and+forever+it+will+be..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281094274451528962" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sorta reminisced the past back when i was in sec 1 the moment i heard haiqal's going to adss tmr for the sec 1 orientation. And i remembered that i sat beside atikah on the first day of school. Syafirah and kim was behind me. I find it pretty sad that i dint end up close with the first friend i made in sec 1. However, on a brighter note, i did get to be bestfriends with three bubbly girls and managed to achieve one big sister though hidayah wasnt in the same class as me then. Though im not really close to them, im just glad that i was once in the same class as them. They're awesome. 1E5'06 &amp; 2E5'07. Too bad i didnt make it to 3E5'08. But still, im satisfied being friends with 3 awesome girls in 3E1. Thank you to all the friends whom was with me in times when i was down and kim, for always listening to the problems i had back then, till now. I love you girls. I sound too melodramatic, i suppose? Well, i'll end here then. So long and goodbye dudes and dudettes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-9012110282096327509?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/9012110282096327509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=9012110282096327509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/9012110282096327509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/9012110282096327509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-reason-i-uploaded-this-doll-or.html' title='today&apos;s 18th of 12'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUo3Qx4IXQI/AAAAAAAAAxg/3i8R5UemSCc/s72-c/we+went+through+problems+together+and+forever+it+will+be..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-6073481306418771388</id><published>2008-12-16T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:11:29.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today is 17th of 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;sarahh ; HAHAHAH. happy uh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIMMM ; u abg! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liyana ; hahha thanks! and the kaki? tak tau uh. lol. kaki org mane tah XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hidayah ; YAY HIDAYAH DAH BALEK! i miss u too sey. eh bile nk kluar?? faster2 go out. i need to stuggle on my homeworks next week. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snabms ; dah pat blog dia ade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nizham ; eh giler! dah lamer sak tk tag. and i miss talking to you too uh! bebel mrepek lgi. hahahha!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUiaH9_gigI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/5wXnNLoomSY/s400/DSC05078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280640024782604802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother took for me this shot. And i know my smile looks forced. The reason is so simple. Little bro kept on moving the camera. This shot was considered the best shots out of so-many-you-may-not-wanna-know. Get what i mean? Anyw, was out to mom's friend's place yesterday. Made friends wit adek shasha and stephie. I gotta admit that adek shasha's a cute little thang and stephie's gorgeous. The most embarrassing thing was that i thought stephie's 16 and i ended up making myself so paiseh when she said " No, im 14 " I feel so embarrassed mannnnn. To make matters worse, im shorter than her when im fifteen. Pfffffffffffffft. And i remembered dreaming that i was taller than sweetheart at the escalator. But anyway, i was most admired by her when she told me she dances. I mean, i wished i could dance. But the ironic thing is that, people kept on saying that dancers are like bitches. Well to me, its just a way that they uphold their talent skills, see. They're not arrogant people, they're just walking and talking like the way they are. And i gotta shaddup and get on with the pictures now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUie7eNcJ-I/AAAAAAAAAuw/-zWYMeRApzk/s400/Rename0816.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280645307650811874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went swimming at stephie's condo first while waiting fr the othrs to come. Of course, i dint went swimming judging from my attire. The weather was cold and i feared i might catch a cold. After all, i do get ill easily. And i dont want the darn flu to spoil the day. So i had to make do with not swimming. Perhaps next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUie7fOYKbI/AAAAAAAAAuo/eoiDCclAvAg/s400/Rename0817.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280645307923179954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another. And bfr this picture was taken, my brother was acting a little strange. Prolly bcs he was worrying on how to smile. (Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUie7IV3NWI/AAAAAAAAAug/3G-tKq6v0Vg/s400/Rename0813.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280645301780559202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear mom took for me this shot. Plus, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muke frha kekek uh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUie7OsBEwI/AAAAAAAAAuY/jBTmnTN6gvg/s400/Rename0815.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280645303484093186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of cos i took mom's picture as well. Oh yes, spot the easter egg. (If you know what im trying to say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUiijIk2hbI/AAAAAAAAAvY/T0fIoLNtSCw/s400/DSC05089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280649287573079474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up to stephie's place around 7 plus. And i was surprised that the residents had to tap a card or something bfr gg into the lift area. After all, ive never ever lived in a condo bfr other than stepping into one. Oh yeah, reminds me of kakak juli's penthouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUiii5rb2qI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Rl94ESpHMic/s400/DSC05093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280649283574160034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose elaborations isnt needed here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUiiif284OI/AAAAAAAAAvI/IDzYtYHqcxY/s400/DSC05095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280649276643139810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUiiiJWWlPI/AAAAAAAAAvA/kEB_TuqMGGA/s400/DSC05104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280649270600832242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUiihgRxNcI/AAAAAAAAAu4/fwxdlnm33xs/s400/DSC06075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280649259575752130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'll introduce to you stephie and adek shasha (From the right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUijdYN5GAI/AAAAAAAAAvw/cxjzW4NMBfM/s400/DSC05083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280650288204158978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, taking pictures in the toilet isnt budget. Fck the people who's minds isnt wide enough to see. Blahahahaha. I think i'll have to dig up their brains and insert in a bird's brain rather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUijdBmt4wI/AAAAAAAAAvo/4dxPKAvMJXw/s400/DSC05087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280650282134266626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUijc_OzNhI/AAAAAAAAAvg/DjmdZ5p-FIY/s400/DSC05088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280650281497081362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUikUoGiMmI/AAAAAAAAAwI/cS9PpX1XtlI/s400/DSC05109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280651237361070690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look darn pathetic, i know. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meluatku tgk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUikUQ06VfI/AAAAAAAAAwA/eCNxfhWStBY/s400/DSC06062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280651231113139698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats stephie. Shes gorgeous isnt she? And she had to bow down a little jst to get the same height as me. Or i'd look pathetic as a 15 year old girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUikURq3HTI/AAAAAAAAAv4/jcCcQinPyqw/s400/DSC05079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280651231339420978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUimax_yjcI/AAAAAAAAAww/Z_I8wiY0cec/s400/DSC05099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280653542119607746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adek shasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUimavUXinI/AAAAAAAAAwo/Tspjt7x53Fk/s400/DSC05097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280653541400611442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUimajNRYZI/AAAAAAAAAwg/OAfcxsrKtQY/s400/DSC05096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280653538149622162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adek shasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUimaQeLzzI/AAAAAAAAAwY/58Kf7nlEISA/s400/DSC05085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280653533120286514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUimaNElMGI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/_xQxl5d9G4Y/s400/DSC05084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280653532207591522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry if you were irritated by the repetitions of my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUinOEQOuaI/AAAAAAAAAxA/YhaB1vEd9us/s400/DSC06064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280654423193729442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUinN2Rf9yI/AAAAAAAAAw4/L8Y324mVhUM/s400/DSC05113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280654419440957218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUinxJmJK7I/AAAAAAAAAxI/I5aF_jDqeHs/s400/love+you+sweetheart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280655025923238834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isnt part of the story. This shot was taken on the day i had my class outing. Oh, and sweetheart, even if you didnt make it to sec 5, you'll still be in my heart. (Omg, so mushy) Hahhahaha. And yeah, he kinda look weird in here. I wanna laugh my ass off! But thanks for hugging me dear. Hhahahahaahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahaha. (Record: Longest laugh ever.) See who'll beat me to it. So anyw, im gonna get my hair extensions sooooon. Weeeeeeeeeeee. I know its rather late. But heck, i dont care. Mom allows me so. Im talking too much. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-6073481306418771388?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/6073481306418771388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=6073481306418771388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/6073481306418771388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/6073481306418771388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-is-17th-of-12.html' title='today is 17th of 12'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUiaH9_gigI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/5wXnNLoomSY/s72-c/DSC05078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-8879505958615597660</id><published>2008-12-14T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T06:39:08.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 15th of 12.</title><content type='html'>Fck. I want pictures uh. I want pictures! I want gbr! Oi, hurry up gimme gimme. I AM NOT GONNA POST A PROPER ENTRY TODAY. Bluek! Im gonna shoot out things i shouldnt have. And im gonna start now. Plus, i think it'll be rather long. So think twice before you go on. Lol. Ok start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that bitch. I know im not supposed to blog about anyone bcs its damn rude and immature. But ironically, i couldnt keep my cool so i wanna BITCH about that BITCH. Can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Keep your eyes to yourself uh girl. Wearing like that makes me puke. And when i say puke, i mean literally. And i meant what i said. Your eyes are one bloody bitchy things and i cant stand the sight of you. PUH-LEASE. You think you look so HOT wearing that huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Kalau badan lawa tkpe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; And im surprised you turned out to be so minahrep-ish nowadays. I hate you. You used to be so darn friendly to me manxzxzx. And what happened to you? Influenced i suppose? Wake up uh eh. People change, everything changes nowadays. But why you? Why??? I fcking hate you uh gerl. Seriously. Go fck yrself or eat your own shit. Or perhaps go stuff yourself with dozens of sleeping pills. So you can shut-the-tup and go die in silence. Like i said, im nice if you are. But you're not. Might as well prostitute yourself or something. Blahahaha. Ok im mean, thanks eh. Well congratulations bitch, i hate you. And im gonna bring hundred buckets of rotten bananas to your funeral bcs you rly look like one rotten banana. Get a life, POSER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUXnXLvca6I/AAAAAAAAAso/AxwoDabUvsw/s200/DSC05043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279880523636566946" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUXnVpnjzqI/AAAAAAAAAsY/qXxc1y8fyUw/s200/DSC04982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279880497296821922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Pictures. But its not those pictures that i want. I want more of the class outing pictures. Im begging either sna or jia min here. PLEASE. Kay thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUXooVhGq3I/AAAAAAAAAsw/uw3c0n5OmE4/s400/together.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279881917830179698" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering wth is this. Its the out to botanics. You can see more pictures on the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUXpYJNMMCI/AAAAAAAAAs4/Xtb-pVwBJ_Q/s400/remember+it+sweetheart.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279882739159150626" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay sweetheart, remember it. Like i said, im still in love with you. Never worry. Oh yeah, im proud to tell you that the bedsheet you see is really my bedsheet im currently using. Im not ashamed of it. Ahahahahahha. Im justa girl who wanna have fun. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye. Thanks for reading my crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-8879505958615597660?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/8879505958615597660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=8879505958615597660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/8879505958615597660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/8879505958615597660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/12/fck.html' title='today&apos;s 15th of 12.'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUXnXLvca6I/AAAAAAAAAso/AxwoDabUvsw/s72-c/DSC05043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-1204101727123957583</id><published>2008-12-12T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:21:15.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's 13 dec</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Tags replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAHIRAH - yes you are mahirah. u are photogenic. haha! and ure welcome. im always reading ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIMMM - hahaha. and yes it finally came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snabms - HAHAHAHHAHA XD abe bangga uh? chebedah kau ble menang kite sak wrestling. sedihku dijadinye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adik ina - baru kau tau? aku kn minah merepek. lol. and ah2 eh. tk terigt aku. hahaha. eh wawa means doll tau. sape laki pi gune tu nick, shame2 siah. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarahh - eh stopit right now! HAHAHHAHA XD tak habes2 ngn WUUUUU. ok WUUUU SARAH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAHIRAH - haha cooool. k bagos. and welcome. di mana kamu minta tolong, fareha sentiase ada di sini. LOL!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Im a fking darn bloody damn doomed girl named ____ . I like to suck blood cos im a vampire. I got bitten by a vampire mat rep at 12 midnight yesterday and im freaking pissed off cos he left me after. Im now stuck like this forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH. What a way to start a post when i'd already intended to start a post nicely with ' Was out to botanic a few hours ago. Indeed i had my fun. ' . Know what? You're an idiot if you choose to believe i really got bitten by some vampire mat rep. I mean, come on, a vamp surfing the internet? &lt;i&gt;Pikir vampire modern per.&lt;/i&gt; Plus, vampires dont exist, whats more a vampire mat rep? I'd be dead by now even if they exist. Bcs im already half dead when i come across with a mat rep. Get my point? I got my inspirations from kim, sarah, fiona, liyana. They are like the most awesome people mannn. Indeed, i had a great time with them. Wanna look at pictures? 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUKGo5fCoKI/AAAAAAAAApo/89lVIotU0sw/s400/DSC04890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278929750415548578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUKGoalV1TI/AAAAAAAAApg/WV4aHIjihGg/s400/DSC04887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278929742120473906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUKGn8Jld_I/AAAAAAAAApY/hRMCZBr9jfU/s400/DSC04877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278929733950994418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUKGnROY9sI/AAAAAAAAApQ/SKdBtWu1AjU/s400/DSC00087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278929722428421826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUKHUPgjw1I/AAAAAAAAAqA/7wS1mrK3usA/s400/DSC07439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278930495061869394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUKH6rrdShI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/rD0RuK3A-uQ/s400/DSC00088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278931155458804242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUKH6t2oZMI/AAAAAAAAAqI/FDwQ94Tk6dA/s400/DSC00020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278931156042540226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUKIzMF0AVI/AAAAAAAAArA/1x-2iQq_npk/s400/DSC07443.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278932126231953746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUKIyiL6GlI/AAAAAAAAAq4/CTpcDDAQwRo/s400/DSC07442.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278932114983230034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUKIyocEvDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/2NnOtU5OA3w/s400/DSC00126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278932116661648434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUKJH6n2jOI/AAAAAAAAArI/Uzw4Myd7s6Q/s400/DSC07444.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278932482320141538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEREK OR WHATTTTTT. Haha liyana. Oh and you wanna know something? Its the 11th today for US. I do have words dedicated to him but its not for the world to know, its for him to know, and only him. So goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;p.s i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-1204101727123957583?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/1204101727123957583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=1204101727123957583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/1204101727123957583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/1204101727123957583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/12/mahirah-yes-you-are-mahirah.html' title='today&apos;s 13 dec'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUKEe5cRcgI/AAAAAAAAAn4/lWN-Et9ibOI/s72-c/DSC00086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-8785117209450300746</id><published>2008-12-10T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:49:18.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Dec's</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Tags replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atizzz - okay sure do. the friend? i'll tell you online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farzanah - done yawww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kak noni - thanks2! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snabms - HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA! okay set, aku pon nak ketawe rabak cam kau XD&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why hello there. Am i suppose to say the 3E1 class outing of 2008 turned out perfect? Im not sure as to say yes or no as certain things happened whats it supposed to be but some things dont. Nonetheless, nothing's perfect. Its natural isnt it? In the end, we'll have to make the best of it. Anyway, i hope the following pictures you'll see shows enough of just how much the E1 girlfriends and i had made a skeptical of ourselves. But not to forget, it did bring us lots of joy rather than fretting over how much we wanted the event to turn out perfectly. Im not going to brag about the whole story as it might get a little too draggy at the end. Honestly, i'd yawn when i read everything over again. Oh yes, i DO read everything over again. Provided if im hardworking enough on that day. So lets end the chitter-chatter and get on with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278371523082990242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUCK7ynmMqI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/tAFdkrwuUsA/s400/DSC00418.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left home roughly at 7.30 am. Top-up pp8 and immediately replied dearest's msj since ytd. However, its obvious that hes still sleeping and waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278371526660868738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUCK7_8oSoI/AAAAAAAAAnI/OkfYCxKDqF8/s400/DSC00005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the people above at around 8am if im not wrong and board the train at 8 plus. This picture was taken around 9 plus. Dearest already replied by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278370202225083618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUCJu6CiBOI/AAAAAAAAAmw/HFWAJB0_KpY/s400/DSC01385.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached escape at 10 plus after breakfast at mac. This picture was taken after much thrill rides and haunting experience at the haunted house plus playing water shooting amongst one another. Decided to do this wacky pose. As all smiles are BORING! Once in a while, its great to show the wacky side of ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278370207481836546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUCJvNn1tAI/AAAAAAAAAm4/6PeBzVz3kQQ/s400/DSC01386.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh we were queuing up for the water shooting. I swear to you those people you see above were shooting at me till i couldnt even see where i was going. Next time (if there is a next time), i'll get my revenge. [HA-HA-HA]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278370202305852882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUCJu6VyddI/AAAAAAAAAmo/0260QpdKHpQ/s400/DSC01384.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and another random one. Credits to veronica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278370192501985218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUCJuV0XT8I/AAAAAAAAAmg/cp0mSErdDO0/s400/DSC01377.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilled at the ferris wheel and grabbed shots of each other. However, since our phone cameras were pretty slow, we had a hard time catching up on one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278370189064016610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUCJuJAsEuI/AAAAAAAAAmY/V1tnHJCeu78/s400/%C2%A4irahumaira%C2%A4004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another. Btw, it took tutik 1 cycle to get this shot. See how slow our phone cams were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278371156281754674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUCKmcLXhDI/AAAAAAAAAnA/YpZQ6ttVra0/s400/%C2%A4irahumaira%C2%A4023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken after leaving escape. Were on our way to grab lunch while waiting for the ordered food and bbq items to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278369490787611618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUCJFfuns-I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/VCPoyNMHL-I/s400/DSC01392.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached pit 23 darn early at around 1 plus [?] and grabbed lots of shots. From all smiles to wacky shots. We were camwhoring like crazy. Im telling you, there's more to this than what reaches your eye right now. Heck it reminds me of &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;theres more to her than what meets the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278369482771047458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUCJFB3UpCI/AAAAAAAAAmI/lQhT7pon9So/s400/DSC01390.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278369481310054402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUCJE8a_qAI/AAAAAAAAAmA/SMxqqJ4a1dk/s400/DSC01388.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another. Oh yes, i'd like to credit wilson for takin the shots for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278363750438921250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUCD3XQ15CI/AAAAAAAAAkY/gzLR_rhBJ9Q/s400/DSC01395.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i dont know, i think i look like a freakin lost pirate and those three were the crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278363769082671602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUCD4ct28fI/AAAAAAAAAko/d0YM476ySSw/s400/DSC01393.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we never get enough of hugging one another so we ended up &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;victim-ising&lt;/span&gt; the lamp post as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278363758926932322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUCD324iqWI/AAAAAAAAAkg/aESKl7pBPm0/s400/DSC01394.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how bonded we are. But each of us do have our own circle of friends out there. Like shobarina with kiriyah and snabms, ira with her WIDE CIRCLE OF FRIENDS [just too many] and me with kim and the 3 bubbly bffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278362914024989026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUCDGrYOIWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/JmELNkAwXaI/s400/DSC01406.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoba, shabb, shobarina, adek ina and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278362902590547026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUCDGAyCZFI/AAAAAAAAAkI/uls-JFOZ2wg/s400/DSC01404.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snabms, dilah and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278362898884659554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUCDFy-fCWI/AAAAAAAAAkA/X5hQwiIauJw/s400/DSC01403.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ira, tutik, humaira and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278362901329473298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUCDF8FX7xI/AAAAAAAAAj4/pZkHCXBRUJw/s400/DSC01402.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one and only frha. [Its a weird nick and thats why &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; like it.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278362893599383890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUCDFfSYIVI/AAAAAAAAAjw/APh0hT2o2oY/s400/DSC01400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the left: Wilson, Najib and Galton. Btw, the rest of the classmates were out cycling while we were busy camwhoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278362315067079314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUCCj0FhupI/AAAAAAAAAjo/kOCbo1hEalE/s400/DSC01398.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four malay girls in 3E1. Its really surprising how we could literally get along with each other till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278361171990245410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUCBhRyxcCI/AAAAAAAAAjY/HfQ7_nLR2Mw/s400/DSC00423.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the right: Sna's, Shoba's, Frha's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278359443812532450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUB_8r1GQOI/AAAAAAAAAiw/fAOMSgELU8Q/s400/DSC00006.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another random shot. Credits to Galton yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278359472535219618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUB_-W1HraI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/sYryqrX4410/s400/DSC00422.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the right: Galton's, Sna's, Shoba's, Ira's and Frha's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278359467119588834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUB_-Cp7teI/AAAAAAAAAjI/UaSvSJr-hYk/s400/DSC00013.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to me, the FRHA. [HA-HA]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278359460958998738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUB_9rtIkNI/AAAAAAAAAjA/QFKgDkeE_vc/s400/DSC00011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to shoba for her brilliant idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278359451975581666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUB_9KPUf-I/AAAAAAAAAi4/KJ1cwFH2jow/s400/DSC00010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is a good shot by shoba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278361678401837506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUCB-wUtGcI/AAAAAAAAAjg/eQtk8hICOhc/s400/%C2%A4irahumaira%C2%A4030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, credits to shobarina [!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278356600529186978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUB9XLxhcKI/AAAAAAAAAiA/0CiodpZYOMo/s400/DSC01418.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-My-God. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Satu2 peh muke bacen.&lt;/span&gt; [HA-HA]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278356044056847058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUB82ywLYtI/AAAAAAAAAhw/9bHXyvyKhNI/s400/DSC01419.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA-HA-HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278356042939312514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUB82ulvKYI/AAAAAAAAAho/xHq7LbAwuI8/s400/DSC01420.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pout pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278356035473685234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUB82SxyuvI/AAAAAAAAAhg/HLAkSmwrr6Q/s400/DSC01421.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blow-bubble pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278356030819868850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUB82BcPILI/AAAAAAAAAhY/CSxob35PiPs/s400/DSC00050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumpshot version 3E1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278356023905172946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUB81nrpPdI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/iygmViit44U/s400/DSC00049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the left: Shoba garang chebedah, Ira gorgeous fuhlemak, Frha malu2 kucianggggg meluatku tgk and Sna macho beb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278357736954290338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUB-ZVSYYKI/AAAAAAAAAio/cT9a-BcocEI/s400/DSC01410.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278357729378283154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUB-Y5EHrpI/AAAAAAAAAig/JoeQKK4YxGg/s400/DSC01411.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frha-shoba pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278357725494605458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUB-YqmLdpI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cjC8OpwRnuM/s400/DSC01415.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ringan sak nie bdk " says sna XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278357721077859282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUB-YaJJQ9I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/9iMkuKkS4Mc/s400/DSC01416.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Aku berat lah " says shab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278357715017881762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUB-YDkVWKI/AAAAAAAAAiI/bm6N0gt7Kx8/s400/DSC01424.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumpshot version ira-frha. Plus, &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;rambot frha maintain kepe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278368194528980978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUCH6Cyer_I/AAAAAAAAAl4/eD2lsEEBb0w/s400/DSC00020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took out my shades and let the others wore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278367882840104770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUCHn5qD30I/AAAAAAAAAlw/4TZjjHB8b20/s400/DSC00019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278367877109866738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUCHnkT3YPI/AAAAAAAAAlo/_vn5JDx-KVo/s400/DSC00018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snabms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278367457530745570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUCHPJQaEuI/AAAAAAAAAlg/bDKgKltQzlg/s400/DSC00017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shobarina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278367453454875474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUCHO6EpO1I/AAAAAAAAAlY/cDRg4ICaT7c/s400/DSC00016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galton.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'll upload more photos once ive gotten reach of the pictures from kind jia min. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To the dearest, thank you once again for the tee. I love you (very2 much).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;p.s i spent 2 hours updating today's post that happened yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-8785117209450300746?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/8785117209450300746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=8785117209450300746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/8785117209450300746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/8785117209450300746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/12/10-decs.html' title='10 Dec&apos;s'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SUCK7ynmMqI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/tAFdkrwuUsA/s72-c/DSC00418.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-2184352518376844833</id><published>2008-12-08T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:31:50.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear to you im super enthusiastic over updating today's post plus i was on hiatus for the past 2 days. But replying taggies is the first thing i'd like to do right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Tags replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAHIRAH - yes mahirah. and invite me to your blog? i'd like to read ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;casper - alalalala syg. you miss me? haha i missed you too. awww. and ya, hopefully ok. im sry if i cnt. i love you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naz - haha righttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mud - hahahha. so i am XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atizzz - anatiku! i missed you too! plus ive been trying to tag yr blog all this while but failed. can you do something to your tagboard? and the poem? i fgt where isit now. but i came across with it on someone's blog. and its his friend. pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIMMM - thk u big sista! imyt and ilyt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snabms - HAHAHAHA. dh agknye. hahah oppa~!!! ketawe smpi tergolek2 snabms!! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naz - eh thks. dint expect it. but thks. haha.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so lets get on with aidiladha 08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277570624138724290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ST2yhVjTQ8I/AAAAAAAAAgg/BtmMvW5wS94/s400/i+play.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, i had my fun while it lasted during the short visit to johor. I supposed it would be sucha bore without ira around as we, the closest cousins, often have to share loads of things though sometimes, the way we think arent alike. Honestly, i really missed you ira. But hey, there were other cousins around to kill the boredom. To sum up, this was a wonderful aidiladha in the year 2008. I shall name the primary five girl, chacha here. So i suppose you might have guessed much which is who in the pictures you'll see later on. So anyway, sareena, chacha and me were acting super crazy i tell you. Actually, the three sisters are great people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277569615868077522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ST2xmpc2JdI/AAAAAAAAAgY/nFHaQpW3NdU/s400/DSC04854.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce to you chacha. Shes cute aint she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277569605408241234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ST2xmCfBtlI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/mX9pRZmFf9w/s400/DSC00608.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats sareena. I find her rather photogenic as whatever pose she did, she still looked good in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277569603500826642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ST2xl7YQ4BI/AAAAAAAAAgI/8d7_cG4KorE/s400/DSC00606.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told ya shes photogenic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277569066776076706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ST2xGr7HIaI/AAAAAAAAAgA/R6eWNLFmaSY/s400/DSC04857.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, this might have scared you much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277569059447865394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ST2xGQn7gDI/AAAAAAAAAf4/7sTnxPE_ThQ/s400/DSC04856.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just call it hantu rockers. And if you disagree, lets just make it this way, i dont even care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277569056692608050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ST2xGGXBnDI/AAAAAAAAAfw/snCgEHs02HI/s400/DSC04855.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see here. Oh heres just a lil smile touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277568438070620642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ST2wiF0DMeI/AAAAAAAAAfo/KwbMLGA9DAk/s400/DSC04851.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277568433286799138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ST2whz_f3yI/AAAAAAAAAfg/_F4BmKpPvJk/s400/DSC00617.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277568431977913522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ST2whvHb3LI/AAAAAAAAAfY/aMZliWNqZrE/s400/DSC00615.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277568423741404226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ST2whQbstEI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QN0IFDMz7kw/s400/DSC00609.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was suppose to be that sareena was the ghost and i, the victim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277568416261112770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ST2wg0kQg8I/AAAAAAAAAfI/oZciPMQyuEg/s400/DSC00614.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the final touch of the day.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;p.s i really wanna thank kakak noni for the gorgeous tees -super wide smile-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-2184352518376844833?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/2184352518376844833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=2184352518376844833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/2184352518376844833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/2184352518376844833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-swear-to-you-im-super-enthusiastic.html' title=''/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/ST2yhVjTQ8I/AAAAAAAAAgg/BtmMvW5wS94/s72-c/i+play.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-5657845728242039148</id><published>2008-12-06T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T04:15:44.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:; cursor:;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/STpsRpwIPHI/AAAAAAAAAe4/jWnqUExXgVY/s200/cullen-edward-twilight.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276648963939253362" /&gt; Ya. Edward cullen. The guy everybody is so into. Honestly, i did too. But im cool with what i have now. I dont need another edward cullen to light up my life. No doubt that he looks good and so on, there are still many other hunks out there who are wayyyyy cooler than him. Oh yes, oliver sykes with his awesome screams or jeremy depoyster with his cool clean vocals or perhaps ronnie radke (who is currently in jail) with his awesome voice. Come on, i can even switch to the korean hunks like kwon sang woo with his sweet face and not to forget, his smile or kim jeong hoon with his babyface and sweet voice or even oh ji ho and many others i can think of but too many to even type them all out. Get what i mean? Edward cullen's like the total icon right now bcs twilight is not even out yet though some have been watching it online and by the time theres a new movie coming in, the so-called edward cullen craze is just gonna die out. And everybody will start drooling over the new hunks. Hah. Human nature, what do you expect? And im not saying that i dislike those people. Im not like those vicious bloggers who simply cant shut their mouth up and blogs about people they dont like. I'd say they're just sheer imbeciles. I learnt a lesson once. And im not gonna do it again. Seniors are great. Btw, craig mabbitt is hot. If you think otherwise, shut your bloody mouth up man. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-5657845728242039148?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/5657845728242039148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=5657845728242039148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/5657845728242039148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/5657845728242039148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/12/ya.html' title=''/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/STpsRpwIPHI/AAAAAAAAAe4/jWnqUExXgVY/s72-c/cullen-edward-twilight.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-3758028099704352552</id><published>2008-12-05T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T19:08:33.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 154px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276505713943135138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/STnp_Z7mQ6I/AAAAAAAAAew/-ZZ4qEV6Yxs/s200/frhasykes.JPG" /&gt; Im emotional today. I came across a poem which ____ used to write to me a year ago for my bithday. To be honest with you, its rather difficult to forget someone when hes given you a gift as a momento and i, here, still am fretting over the fact that i was darn stupid. Anyw, we need to move on now. And i need to move on as well. This darn flu is being sucha pain in the neck. To make matters worse, im coughing pretty badly and i feel cold all over. I feel sick both in the heart and in the mind. Im not in the right state of mind. I think i'll go watch twilight right now. The flu would probably be gone by then. But perhaps worse. Anyw, goodbye dudes and dudettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new; font-size:9pt;"&gt;p.s but casper sweetheart, i love you no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-3758028099704352552?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/3758028099704352552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=3758028099704352552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/3758028099704352552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/3758028099704352552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-emotional-today.html' title=''/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/STnp_Z7mQ6I/AAAAAAAAAew/-ZZ4qEV6Yxs/s72-c/frhasykes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-1312636677417742930</id><published>2008-12-05T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:39:25.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/STjome-mrgI/AAAAAAAAAek/ltss6p_dBs4/s320/dude+wtf.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276222711312854530" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will i ever get it? Those certain people who disagreed with what others like to watch, or do, or even wear. They think its easy to just say that the people can hate him/her bcs he/she blogged about the person. Oh i beg to differ. The real deal is, what the bloody hell will the person who got critcised at, feels. I mean, yeah, its your blog, and its your bloody business whether or not to want to blog about somebody else. BUT. What if, the person couldnt take it and reported it to the police? And yes, the person has the right to take action anyw. If you're not happy with what the person is doing, then simply shutup. Keep those comments to yourself or easy, just GOSSIP about it to your bestfriends or whoever you bloody have in this world mannn. I feel pity for those victims of those vicious bloggers. Im not tryna pin-point to anyone but uh, im just trying to derive the phrase COOL PEOPLE DO STUPID THINGS. If any fight started, blame yourself for being so mean. Once in a while, its ok to criticize but not on every post (?!?) I know i know. Like wtfck am i bothering aint it? But see, its bothering ME. And ive gone through that blog workshop thing. And so, its wise to take advice from a person who has gone through that bloody blog workshop. Anyw, its not my decision to make. Its for you to choose. Perhaps it isnt so bloody at all huh. At least, i get to learn how to be a little more mature. Oh yes, speaking of which, i realised that i'll be turning 16 before my 3e1 girlfriends next year. Hahaha. Wth. In addition to that, i'd like to apologise if anyone felt offended by this. Bcs im not talking about anyone from ADSS. Hah. So, like the people always say, &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;sape makan cili, dia lah yg terase pedas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276218251561472706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/STjki5HBEsI/AAAAAAAAAec/po052uPQPVc/s320/DSC04771.jpg" /&gt; Oh yeah. Like finally, i get to help mom in the kitchen. Or it will always be " Wait. Just wait outside. The food will be ready. You dont have to help. Everything is ok. " Pfft. The only thing i get to do is clean the house and buang sampah. Thats it. And im getting bored of it mannn. Serious shit. I woke up early today with dad's " kurangajar nye budak ". Foooh! Initially i was thinking of going out to the living room and watch tv bfr showering but i chnged my mind after i heard that. Dad off-ed the fan in my room and disallowed me from turning it on. Like oh shit, i'll be sleeping without a fan tonight. Tsk. But its ok, i will survive. Haha. It reminds me of dont forget the lyrics.  And coincidentally, the pregnant lady was my ex-neighbour. Guessed so. I dint even know her. It was mom who kept on repeating " I think i saw her before. But whr? " And me with my " Deja vu ibu. Deja vu. " And lil bro wt his " Stopit lah akak. You keep saying that. " And dad with his com. Err ok. Haha. Anyw, you might wanna know why i wasnt allowed to turn on the fan yes? Lets just say i forgot to turn off the fan bfr heading to sleep ytsd. I tend to be rather absent-minded nowadays. Could be the effects of sleeping late every night. Im talking alot. So, tc yo dudes and dudettes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-1312636677417742930?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/1312636677417742930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=1312636677417742930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/1312636677417742930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/1312636677417742930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/12/will-i-ever-get-it-those-certain-people.html' title=''/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/STjome-mrgI/AAAAAAAAAek/ltss6p_dBs4/s72-c/dude+wtf.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-78163509444338170</id><published>2008-12-03T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:21:38.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275784606576514786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/STdaJbp3luI/AAAAAAAAAdE/mV_XsA-4EAA/s320/DSC04803.jpg" /&gt; Yo peepos! Ahhhhhh. Actually i got nothing to blog about. Hah. Eh wait. -Pause and ponder- I DO have something to blog. Ah. Lets see. Ok yes. I woke up super early today. Similar as the time i wake up for school everyday. &lt;strong&gt;5 am.&lt;/strong&gt; Hardworking or what? Everybody was still asleep. It was only 5 am. I was considered the early bird in the family, if i were to wake up at that time. Surprising much? Hah. WTH. Im exposing personal matters to the public. Ah heck. Like i care? Hahahaha. I know, its not funny. So uh, i got up and there was nothing interesting to watch so i switched the channel to nickelodean. And guess what? Rugrats was on. Yay hoooo! Eh honestly, i love them ok. Im not like those idiots who doesnt watch cartoons bcs they think it wont make them cool. Cool or what? Heck, speaking of which, i hate those freakos who, how they say, step cool? Ah yes. STEP COOOOOOOOOL LAH KANNNN. Tsk. I detest them oh so much! And nothings gonna make me change my judgement on them. Oh unless of course if they change for the better? Hah. Who knows? &lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 109px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275788579246904754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/STddwrATFbI/AAAAAAAAAdM/EP15BViCte8/s320/DSC00500.JPG" /&gt; Back to rugrats yeah. Oh yes, they're such ADORABLE little babies and it just so reminds me of the past. Yeah, the past. Back when I was a baby. I mean, i dont remember my babyhood literally but mom and dad story-ed to me everything. I suppose as much as they CAN remember. Plus, there's photos as evidence. And i was cute. Lol. Nah. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALL BABIES WERE CUTE!&lt;/span&gt; Mom said i had super chubby cheeks and i was darn fat bcs i was well-fed by my late grandmother. I kinda remember her face or something. In addition to that, mom&lt;br /&gt;mentioned about me not leaving late grandmom's lap no matter what. Once im on it, i'd stick to her like super glue. Hah. Anyhooooooos, i watched hey arnold afterwards and uh, its kinda funny ya know. Cos somehow, i just liked it? I imagined arnold as a handsome boy, without his football head, and ya, HANDSOME DUDE mannnnn. Haha. Then, browsed through other channels and spotted the simpsons so i watched it. Funny. Realllyyy funny. &lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:; cursor:;width: 70px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/STdjE1gD_fI/AAAAAAAAAdU/l3OGpP1SSJo/s320/skeleton+hand.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275794423220010482" /&gt; Watched tom and jerry right after for half an hour and moved on to the nanny on hallmark. I know the story was so last season but, it feels good to watch it again ya know. How they say, rekindle the good, old memories. So by that time, family was up and all went out. Hence, was left alone. Oh and the reason why i posted hidayah's picture there is bcs msn-ed with her just now. Lol. I know its kinda random but its been ages since i last heard from her. And honestly, i missed her! I miss loads of people. Kimmmm, Ati, Firah and the 3e1 girlfriends and of cos, deary. Gosh im sad. But its ok. Most probably i'll be going out wit them next week. Weeeehooooo! Hidayah's gorgeous. Shes MISS GORGEOUS! Haha. I know. Its so random, once again. Gosh, i talked alot today. So selamat jalan. Meaning goodbye. Isit? -Feeling paiseh-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-78163509444338170?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/78163509444338170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=78163509444338170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/78163509444338170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/78163509444338170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/12/yo-peepos-ahhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/STdaJbp3luI/AAAAAAAAAdE/mV_XsA-4EAA/s72-c/DSC04803.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-968511508300456081</id><published>2008-12-03T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T04:19:37.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275531950708648354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/STZ0W7M2aaI/AAAAAAAAAc8/RUdZ2p49l6k/s320/DSC04696.jpg" /&gt; Yo peepos! Welcomez toz myz blogz yawwz! Ey lol. Im acting like a total retard. Blahahah! &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:9pt;"&gt;K fine stopit siah fareha.&lt;/span&gt; Oh idk if you tried reading that part with the Zs input at the end of each word. But uh, i would if i were you. It makes my tongue get all ticklish for a moment. Oh i'd like to share with you people a certain certain poem that might make you.. TOUCHED? Nvm if you dont. It just goes to show that you're one darn ---- . (Uh, no offence) Actually not. Cos i don even care whether you're pissed off or god knows what -.- &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:9pt;"&gt;Oh cut beating around the bushes lah.&lt;/span&gt; So here goes. -Clears troat-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have something to tell you today,&lt;br /&gt;So please just listen to what I have to say.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;" This is so very hard,&lt;br /&gt;Like walking on shards.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm afraid,&lt;br /&gt;But my courage is finally made.&lt;br /&gt;It'll take a little while,&lt;br /&gt;But for you, I'd walk a mile.&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, I love you;&lt;br /&gt;Will you love me, too?&lt;br /&gt;I've waited forever,&lt;br /&gt;For I want you as my lover.&lt;br /&gt;It was love at first sight,&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't be measured by any height.&lt;br /&gt;You are my one and only,&lt;br /&gt;Without you, my life is lonely.&lt;br /&gt;You are a flying angel with beautiful wings,&lt;br /&gt;When I see you, my heart sings.&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I don't think I could live,&lt;br /&gt;But love is all that I can give.&lt;br /&gt;Your love is a gift from heaven,&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is my haven.&lt;br /&gt;All I want is you,&lt;br /&gt;But now I feel like a fool,&lt;br /&gt;Because you have a girlfriend,&lt;br /&gt;But the signal you send,&lt;br /&gt;Leaves me so very clueless,&lt;br /&gt;It's making me so restless.&lt;br /&gt;So, I wish you were mine,&lt;br /&gt;if not, that's fine.&lt;br /&gt;No, wait, no, no it's not,&lt;br /&gt;You'd never believe how hard I fought,&lt;br /&gt;Just for your attention,&lt;br /&gt;Is what I'd like to mention.&lt;br /&gt;You hold the key to my heart,&lt;br /&gt;And I've loved you from the very start."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yea, that's what I'd say,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll get the courage to tell you someday. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Carmen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amaciam? Haha. Goodbye souls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-968511508300456081?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/968511508300456081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=968511508300456081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/968511508300456081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/968511508300456081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/12/yo-peepos-welcomez-toz-myz-blogz-yawwz.html' title=''/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/STZ0W7M2aaI/AAAAAAAAAc8/RUdZ2p49l6k/s72-c/DSC04696.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-8660364312207436917</id><published>2008-12-02T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:30:40.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275257173539394754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/STV6cyellMI/AAAAAAAAAck/I5evE-qnZag/s320/DSC04733.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Okay baby lets get this started. Wth. Baby? Who am i calling baby huh? Lol. I uh, kinda got irritated with this bloody fking coughs. And hello hello, i dint really indulge myself with those gassy drinks these few days. It must be because of the bloody weather and this bloody weak body of mine. Hey you realised something. I kept saying bloooooody all the time. Know why? Cos uh, im bloody fking bored living my life in this bloody fking boring room of mine. Plus, im bloooody sick of seeing the SAME SAME thing everyday. And ironically, im freakin' addicted to the bloody stupid, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;old&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUDGET&lt;/span&gt; handphone. Tsk. And if you're frigging irritated bcs i kept on saying 'bloody' all the time then you may leave. Thats right. Just leave lah. I say  what i like lah eh. Get it?? And those blooooooody fking homeworks???? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I WISH I CAN BURN THEM ALL! &lt;/span&gt; Actually i can. I mean, literally yeah. But i'll have to face the consequences(Is that how you actually spell it?). Tsk. Know what. Im having my mood swings again. Beware.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:; cursor:;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/STV-IYHwTGI/AAAAAAAAAc0/QZIRRwUPuxw/s200/DSC04743.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275261220913433698" /&gt; Sorry if you felt offended about my post today. I mean, im usually nice right? Oh yeah, im freaking nice -.- To make up for all the offences, i'd like to end with a warm and friendly smile. -shows warm and friendly smile- Tada! Ey, you gotta believe me on this. Well, goodbye dears. Oh, -slaps mouth- Cos im bad today; little miss evil. And when i wrote -slaps mouth-, i mean NOT. Hah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-8660364312207436917?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/8660364312207436917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=8660364312207436917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/8660364312207436917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/8660364312207436917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-baby-lets-get-this-started.html' title=''/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/STV6cyellMI/AAAAAAAAAck/I5evE-qnZag/s72-c/DSC04733.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-1559184049581074650</id><published>2008-12-01T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T12:16:45.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:; cursor:;width: 169px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/STRD95opw1I/AAAAAAAAAcc/luW-0drvJCI/s320/smile+combine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274915794280104786" /&gt; Hey. I think im ill. Ive been sneezing for almost 3 days and since its already tuesday, then 4 days it is. Anyway, ive been watching quite alot of horror movies lately and yes, i am terrified. I kept on thinking that im seeing the ghost itself whenever im alone. Perhaps to you, its usual yeah. But i have a very good imagination to be honest with you and god knows whats going on through my mind. Oh man, i think i'll turn mental someday. Plus, i have a weak heart. Tsk. People say, dont let your imaginations run through your mind and take over your brain. You might turn mental. And yeah, i'll turn mental i bet. And whatever shall i do? Mental, huh? &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Fareha, i think you're thinking too much.&lt;/span&gt; Being paranoid is okay but being over-paranoic about a certain thing is bad. Im talking too much. So goodbye dears. Oh, and goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-1559184049581074650?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/1559184049581074650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=1559184049581074650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/1559184049581074650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/1559184049581074650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/STRD95opw1I/AAAAAAAAAcc/luW-0drvJCI/s72-c/smile+combine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-7520389438197480663</id><published>2008-11-30T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:43:33.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got back from johor a few hours ago and guess what, its 5.30 am right now. Hah. Luckily, casper is there to accompany me. Probably i wont be sleeping till the afternoon nap or something. And yes, i changed my blogskin. Honestly, i got frustrated with this blogskin bcs i spent many hours working on it and it turned out, HORRIBLE. Damn, i cant be bothered to change it again mann. Perhaps if im hardworking enough or what, i'd try to change it into a cleaner one. Otherwise, i'll stick to this. And fellow readers, im much so sorry if you find the blogskin an eyesore bcs i really cant do much about it. Im tired and i must be looking so listless right now. I ought to be. Tsk. I got nothing else in mind. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-7520389438197480663?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/7520389438197480663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=7520389438197480663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/7520389438197480663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/7520389438197480663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-just-got-back-from-johor-few-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-3686254967777016818</id><published>2008-11-29T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T12:01:27.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 350px; height: 316px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/STFTj9_QBOI/AAAAAAAAAaU/XUfWoszOUJg/s400/copy+uh.+go+fck+yrself+ferst.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274088516027942114" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Haiqal: Or maybe the belly button one?&lt;br /&gt;Frha: Err? You mean ballad?&lt;br /&gt;Haiqal: I like ballet.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:; cursor:;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/STFU3_cmXhI/AAAAAAAAAac/AcXuWtLOMR4/s320/frhasykes.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274089959528488466" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So random lah tu anak! Hahhha. Btw, he was kidding kay. And my face suck. I feel like my face has changed into an ugly freak. Okay wait, im not even pretty in the first place. Hahah. Whatever. Im still having sleepless nights but this time, with little bro. I'll be off to johor tomorrow. Should i feel happy? K bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-3686254967777016818?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/3686254967777016818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=3686254967777016818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/3686254967777016818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/3686254967777016818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/11/haiqal-or-maybe-belly-button-one-frha.html' title=''/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/STFTj9_QBOI/AAAAAAAAAaU/XUfWoszOUJg/s72-c/copy+uh.+go+fck+yrself+ferst.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-1939824009168065273</id><published>2008-11-27T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:50:14.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mom asked me to clean up my room bcs yes, one thing's for sure, MY ROOM'S LIKE A CAT'S NEST. Or probably worse? So need i say more? I was kinda lazy at first but seeing mom so enthusiastic about cleaning since the past two days [oh she cleaned up little bro's room as well], i decided to clean it up. With her of course. And then i realised the secret wonders of my room. No wonder all mom's things were missing. Haha. You should know by now what i meant yeah? Currently, im chatting with that dearest guy. And oh, he rocks! I guess he must be the only person who rocks my world right now. Oh yeah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;off the heezay ! says (1:42 AM):&lt;br /&gt;helloo bestie ! and helloo girlfriend !&lt;br /&gt;frha. says (1:43 AM):&lt;br /&gt;hahahha!!&lt;br /&gt;frha. says (1:43 AM):&lt;br /&gt;hello bestie!! hello boyfren!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i know i know. Lame right? But its kinda cool if its only for once in a while. Haha. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I love you lah. &lt;/span&gt; Until then. Goodbye.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-1939824009168065273?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/1939824009168065273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=1939824009168065273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/1939824009168065273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/1939824009168065273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/11/gotta-admit.html' title=''/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-8333213452127405461</id><published>2008-11-26T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T11:49:07.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thursdayepisodeone: jeremy depoyster</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273053494640579842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SS2mNy2vFQI/AAAAAAAAAZs/dEAxUpO81Lg/s400/tdwp+9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273053497876037682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SS2mN-6IQDI/AAAAAAAAAZk/5yBpMIHOEUQ/s400/tdwp+8+-+Copy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well initially i wanted to blog about what i did yesterday besides doing homework but i thought twice, do i really need to? I listened to a whole bunch of songs from the devil wears prada recently and fell in love with jeremy depoyster's voice. Plus, i realised i keep changing my favourite member of a certain band each time. From synyster gates to max green to ronnie radke to craig mabbitt to oliver sykes to currently, jeremy depoyster. Haa. Oh well, what else can i do huh? Anyhow, i will never forget any of them bcs they're officially the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;coolest people in the world&lt;/span&gt; (!!!) Man, i sure do miss you. Until then. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-8333213452127405461?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/8333213452127405461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=8333213452127405461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/8333213452127405461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/8333213452127405461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/11/thursdayepisodeone-jeremy-depoyster.html' title='thursdayepisodeone: jeremy depoyster'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SS2mNy2vFQI/AAAAAAAAAZs/dEAxUpO81Lg/s72-c/tdwp+9.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-6024106817043920322</id><published>2008-11-26T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T02:17:35.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesdayepisodetwo: procrastinationstops</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SS0hf2wuRaI/AAAAAAAAAZc/hd38IJkxCgs/s400/DSC04404.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272907569880253858" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to stop procrastinating my homeworks and went on to start on SS SEQ corrections today. But gosh, i simply cant keep my eyes off the computer. Sigh. Im quite sad over you. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-6024106817043920322?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/6024106817043920322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=6024106817043920322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/6024106817043920322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/6024106817043920322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-decided-to-stop-procrastinating-my.html' title='wednesdayepisodetwo: procrastinationstops'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SS0hf2wuRaI/AAAAAAAAAZc/hd38IJkxCgs/s72-c/DSC04404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-5907935375229467916</id><published>2008-11-25T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:00:57.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesdayepisodeone: Depoyster</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272686308438098498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSxYQvqEwkI/AAAAAAAAAZI/PQjsHOwt1_w/s400/11sl0cy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im super in love with &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jeremy Depoyster&lt;/span&gt;'s voice. Im lost for words, goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-5907935375229467916?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/5907935375229467916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=5907935375229467916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/5907935375229467916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/5907935375229467916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-super-in-love-with-jeremy-depoyster.html' title='wednesdayepisodeone: Depoyster'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSxYQvqEwkI/AAAAAAAAAZI/PQjsHOwt1_w/s72-c/11sl0cy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-8727097209475540826</id><published>2008-11-25T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T11:50:14.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesdayepisodeone: Sonore Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 350px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSuz0Oh4dBI/AAAAAAAAAYo/weux5lU5owU/s400/SANY0024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272505498602075154" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSu0EKRz3rI/AAAAAAAAAYw/t0NehTey4uA/s400/SANY0015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272505772338831026" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSu0ELkS5sI/AAAAAAAAAY4/4BFabmDqcqA/s400/SANY0021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272505772684797634" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSu0ELmgg8I/AAAAAAAAAZA/qpYYgK1tqlI/s400/SANY0004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272505772694078402" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its little but its the experience that counts. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-8727097209475540826?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/8727097209475540826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=8727097209475540826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/8727097209475540826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/8727097209475540826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/11/tuesdayepisodeone-sonore-pictures.html' title='tuesdayepisodeone: Sonore Pictures'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSuz0Oh4dBI/AAAAAAAAAYo/weux5lU5owU/s72-c/SANY0024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-4239334620539567406</id><published>2008-11-24T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T12:11:44.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mondayepisodeone: love</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Syg, i loved it when we argue.&lt;br /&gt;Cos when we do, it always ends with loads of crap and laughters.&lt;br /&gt;I love you alot more than you'll ever realise.&lt;br /&gt;And i really dont care what people say lah eh.&lt;br /&gt;I may be younger than you but look older than you,&lt;br /&gt;and people assume us as siblings but what the hell man,&lt;br /&gt;like i care? Haha.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/STLydUiqZVI/AAAAAAAAAcM/BayuzxXDGgw/s320/DSC04380.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274544699148494162" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/STLycy9MPdI/AAAAAAAAAcE/PSRymKaZ8lc/s320/DSC04411.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274544690132958674" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started of with a very bad day. I had to come home early today and due to that, i lost my cool. And bcs i have a very bad temper, parents finally decided that i cant go to sentosa with casper and his awesome friends. So need i say more? Go figure what happens next yourselves alright. I got out of the house as soon as possible to avoid any more tensions and also, before they banned me from going out today. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; My parents are known for their last minute changes, see; one thing i despised.&lt;/span&gt; But heck, they're my parents. I have to listen to them no matter what right? Im not THAT rebellious like SOME teenagers are. I still love my parents anyway. Ergh i'd better stop harping over the mother-father-teenager-arguments thing. Moving on, this time its my turn to wait for casper. But since, i had a pretty bad start of the day, i vented my anger on him for being late. Oh im so sorry dear. Luckily, hes patient enough to bear with all my anger. Poor him. Hehe. Reached penin and looked for clothes. We were arguing over the fact that hes small and shouldnt wear clothes that makes him super small again. Even the salesperson[?] agreed so. So dear, you really gotta believe that the t-shirt will shrink and that it would fit you perfectly if you buy a bigger size. I can really wear his dropdeadgorgeous t-shirt bcs it looks super small on him. Haa! But its okay, he feels comfortable in it, what more can i say? I shall respect his decision then instead of insulting his judgement on his own clothes. What most people would say " one knows one's own well-being better than anyone else " I feel its that way. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;If its wrong, feel free to correct me. &lt;/span&gt;Then, sat somewhere. &lt;span style="font-size:110%;"&gt;Do not have dirty thoughts on this eh.&lt;/span&gt; We respect each other. Chey cam betol liddat. Moving on, now heres the best part. On the way to the mrt station, casper was commenting on this one boy's hair bcs it looks nice. I almost wanted to add on that his hair and figure looks similar as The Rev from Avenged Sevenfold when i saw hyrude appearing just behind. I immediately blurted out &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Eh hyrude!&lt;/span&gt; and waved at him consistenly as he passed by. Haha. Turns out the guy with the cool hair is hyrude's drummer. Truly a small world indeed. If casper hadnt commented on the guy, i suppose hyrude would have been waving to the wall then. Haha! Headed home and walah, here i am, eating chocolate whilst typing. Gosh, its really hard when you're only using one hand to type. I have nothing more in mind. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-4239334620539567406?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/4239334620539567406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=4239334620539567406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/4239334620539567406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/4239334620539567406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/11/syg-i-loved-it-when-we-argue.html' title='mondayepisodeone: love'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/STLydUiqZVI/AAAAAAAAAcM/BayuzxXDGgw/s72-c/DSC04380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-4529871857179158727</id><published>2008-11-23T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T11:53:07.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sundayepisodeone: GTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271805563365813330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSk3OolY7FI/AAAAAAAAAYI/kNeffV6zwws/s320/DSC02543.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Played GTA with haiqal for almost the whole day today. Such funny moments indeed. As i wasnt THAT GOOD at playing games, i ended up killing myself in the end. Especially when im controlling an aeroplane, i panicked because i didnt know how to make the plane fly up so i kept on pressing the 'brake' button, well i THOUGHT i pressed the brake button but actually i was pressing the accelerate button. What happened? I crashed into a wall and it exploded. Haiqal couldnt stop laughing bcs i was too blur. Plus, theres this part where he spawned for me a few helicopters at different places. I went on to ride a car and crashed one helicopter. At last, &lt;i&gt;satu2 meletop&lt;/i&gt; and i died because of the massive explosions. True enough, i think im rather violent, i LOVE shooting the people around me and when i shoot, i make sure that their head is exploded. I know im violent as a girl. But what to do? I like it. Its fun xD HAHAHHAHAH. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Warning: Dont ever team up with me in a game. I'll make you lose. Its guaranteed.&lt;/span&gt; The reason why i uploaded the picture on the right today is bcs i miss her. And i want to go out with her! ]: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Lets go window-shopping like we did the other time. Okay, kim? I hope you read this soon. &lt;/span&gt;Right, im currently still laughing over the matter yesterday when i fell asleep whilst talking to casper. Poor him, he said 'hello' so many times to the wall. HAAHHHAHA. &lt;i&gt;Padehal org nye dah tidor mati.&lt;/i&gt; Oh and before i forget, i'd like to wish these two people a happy birthday: &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Hakim&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;abang fairul&lt;/span&gt;. They're my cousins actually. Goodbye then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-4529871857179158727?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/4529871857179158727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=4529871857179158727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/4529871857179158727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/4529871857179158727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/11/sundayepisodeone-gta.html' title='sundayepisodeone: GTA'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSk3OolY7FI/AAAAAAAAAYI/kNeffV6zwws/s72-c/DSC02543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-7452947288471995644</id><published>2008-11-22T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:24:18.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>saturdayepisode2: sacrifice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271498198965877538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSgfrq94-yI/AAAAAAAAAXY/cub2N9eJGSI/s320/DSC04243.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I watched a japanese movie today and heck, it was darn boring. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Pardon me for saying this to those who are the Jdrama fanatics aye.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But i picked up something random whilst watching. &lt;blockquote&gt;Lady: But its impossible to walk in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa: I'm not walking. I'll run.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I call it ' A grandfather's sacrifice. ' I was sure touched when he refused to stop, when hes already too old to carry his granddaughter all the way to the hospital. &lt;blockquote&gt;Lady: The incident was two years ago. You're already 75.&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa: Im 76. And age doesnt matter! I will risk my life for her.&lt;/blockquote&gt; I felt like crying im telling ya. And after that part, i didnt understand and thought the storyline was too slow. I dont even understand the message of the story. And so, i walked out of the living room, through the corridor and into my room which is located at the corner of my house. Walah! Here i am, infront of this most loving lappie. Hahaha. Anyway, i listened to from autumn to ashes's music and woah, i loved it. Oh and its not for the people who listens to hiphop, RnB, techno and whatever shit lah eh. Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-7452947288471995644?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/7452947288471995644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=7452947288471995644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/7452947288471995644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/7452947288471995644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/11/saturdayepisode2-sacrifice.html' title='saturdayepisode2: sacrifice.'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSgfrq94-yI/AAAAAAAAAXY/cub2N9eJGSI/s72-c/DSC04243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-7895127225571120417</id><published>2008-11-21T16:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T16:57:42.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>saturdayepisodeone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271271500715689346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSdRgGLMhYI/AAAAAAAAAW4/0kVFYyMTodg/s320/DSC02637.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Lately, ive been knowing weird people on msn. Firstly, about this one particular bastard that asked me those personal questions when he barely knows me. Secondly, this anonymous freak who claims hes from turkey. Well ok not much i suppose. Anyway, i asked him how he got my hotmail because i dont publish my hotmail anywhere on the internet YET he didnt answer me. He'd just remain silent after i asked that. Mind you, i asked him several times. Its obvious that hes some kind of stranger that keeps messing around with people's lives. And i do hate these people. Rightttt, now he just made me hate him. Congratulations, i hate you. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"&gt;Its from a song.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271277517497029810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 128px; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSdW-Ubp1LI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/wFjtKgVIizA/s200/2607966007_cc43fe72c9.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And so, feeling that hes not such a nice guy to talk with, i decided to talk to casper about it and he went on to so-called "confront" the turkey guy. But poor him, he ended up being called a gay as well as being blocked. Im telling you, he isnt logical at all. Casper didnt say anything to trigger the turkey guy's mind to call him gay. Well, lets just say its a funny conversation indeed. Speaking of which, i had another funny conversation with mr benson yesterday. And im telling you i was freaking hyper till the others whom i was chatting with thought i was the cheerful sort. Well, im kinda like the cheerful sort, i guess? I can laugh all i want and i wont stop till im tired but when i get angry, then nobody but mr benson shall cheer me up. He never fails to do so. Whoever his future girlfriend is, i'd say shes one lucky girl. VERY LUCKY! Haha. Goodbye then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-7895127225571120417?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/7895127225571120417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=7895127225571120417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/7895127225571120417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/7895127225571120417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/11/lately-ive-been-knowing-weird-people-on.html' title='saturdayepisodeone.'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSdRgGLMhYI/AAAAAAAAAW4/0kVFYyMTodg/s72-c/DSC02637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-7922037246240323137</id><published>2008-11-21T07:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:20:57.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>topicless episode 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third post! Third post! Third post!&lt;br /&gt;Today kim and i &lt;i&gt;mengumpat&lt;/i&gt; about one bastard on msn.&lt;br /&gt;Mr benson says im a lucky girl.&lt;br /&gt;And together they made my day!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:; cursor:;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSbcsWHuLKI/AAAAAAAAAWw/oJVgbmH6B_4/s320/i+love+you+zaini.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271143068294065314" /&gt; Alright. Theres this bastard on msn that i was chatting with yesterday. He asked something that he shouldnt have asked because hes like interrupting with my personal life. And im sure people hated that kinda thing to happen as well rightttt? And today, he made me freaking angry again. I was soooo pissed off that i wrote in my pm that i hated people today. Till mr benson came to my rescue :D Seriously, hes one saviour mannnnnn! He could make someone happy by just one sentence. ' Im 2 months pregnant. ' I just find it funny and laughed so suddenly. Thank you mr benson! I appreciated it alot. Okay, im done. Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-7922037246240323137?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/7922037246240323137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=7922037246240323137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/7922037246240323137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/7922037246240323137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/11/topicless-episode-3.html' title='topicless episode 3'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSbcsWHuLKI/AAAAAAAAAWw/oJVgbmH6B_4/s72-c/i+love+you+zaini.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-3354186729740115146</id><published>2008-11-21T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T06:59:45.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>topicless episode 2.</title><content type='html'>Name 4 people you trust. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Casper&lt;br /&gt;2) Kim&lt;br /&gt;3) Tutik&lt;br /&gt;4) Anati&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually more, but only 4 so, yeah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you meet 2?&lt;br /&gt;School.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever got drunk with 1?&lt;br /&gt;No. We dont drink.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has 2 ever been to your house?&lt;br /&gt;Yeap.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever slept with 3?&lt;br /&gt;Nooo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gone shopping with 4?&lt;br /&gt;No eh? Cos shes never gone out with me before ):&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell number 1 anything?&lt;br /&gt;Of course!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever met 1s family?&lt;br /&gt;Met in what way? Klo raya ade lah but they dont know who i am to him literally. Haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know 3s middle name?&lt;br /&gt;Idk whats middle name? Isit her second name humaira?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever eaten anything in front of 4?&lt;br /&gt;YES. Sec 1 &amp; 2.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked to 4 in person?&lt;br /&gt;ATC.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is any of the top 4 in your family?&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who makes you laugh the most?&lt;br /&gt;Anati!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done something dangerous with 1?&lt;br /&gt;How dangerous? Like planting a bomb under the school grounds? HAHHAHA. Kiddings eh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you trust number 2?&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would number 4 do anything for you?&lt;br /&gt;Entah eh?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has number 1 ever helped you out ?&lt;br /&gt;YES. ALOT.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever hung out with 3?&lt;br /&gt;Once?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your feelings for 3 &amp; 4?&lt;br /&gt;Erm. As bestfriends?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any of them seen you cry?&lt;br /&gt;YES! Especially tutik. Haha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed 1?&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHA. I dont want to answer can?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will 1-4 repost this?&lt;br /&gt;Idk? Number one doesnt own a blog.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know 2s middle name?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously idk whats middle name? I just know her second name.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does or did 1 play any sports?&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 1s favorite tv show?&lt;br /&gt;Wildboyz.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can 3 sing?&lt;br /&gt;YESYESYES! Her voice SUPER!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you meet 1?&lt;br /&gt;Admiralty ^^&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name something weird about 2?&lt;br /&gt;Weird eh? Idk ]:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did 3 last come to your house?&lt;br /&gt;I think its that time when she came to play the computer and we tricked one boy in msn. HAHHAHAHAHA. Best lahhhhhh!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done a favor for 4?&lt;br /&gt;Idk? Anati, you know?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know 1s phone number by heart?&lt;br /&gt;TOTALLY! Even his house number XD &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-3354186729740115146?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/3354186729740115146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=3354186729740115146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/3354186729740115146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/3354186729740115146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/11/name-4-people-you-trust.html' title='topicless episode 2.'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-4421529872767867540</id><published>2008-11-21T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T03:06:21.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Topicless</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSaATwar9_I/AAAAAAAAAVU/40g5X2vafIw/s400/kim+and+frha+collage+26July.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271041490786449394" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSaAnqNqv8I/AAAAAAAAAVc/G74t-F0pbGE/s400/mini+collage+besties+26July.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271041832718614466" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSaESO1whHI/AAAAAAAAAVs/4ez2naWTD8Q/s320/E%2520fours_%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271045862639830130" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:; cursor:;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSaKMzDPNlI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ZNFOj_UH3Dw/s320/DSC02461.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271052366350595666" /&gt; The best people in life. Thank you so much to the people who tagged. Really appreciated it. I guess there are some people who still cares :D Okay, im happy! Haha. I sound like im asking for sympathy aint it? But actually, no. Like i said, i get jealous easily and im jealous to those people who receive alot of people tagging them. Besides being jealous, im also VERY HONEST! And that includes being straightforward aye. Anyway, i'll be honest, im jealous of people who receives alot of tags. Im jealous of people who can write english well. Im jealous of people who writes interesting stories. Im jealous of people who gets everything that they want. And im jealous of people who can dance. There, i blurted everything out! Btw, being jealous does not mean that i hate those people okay! I dont hate people just anyhow. Im nice :P Hehehe. Right, okay. I just envy them thats all. If i cant have the things that those people can have, then all i can do is envy them. Haha! I repeat, i dont hate those people. Okay, i wanna do something to kill my boredom. Yay!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Do you believe in love? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes? Heh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. How old are you?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still fifteen.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. Have you ever loved someone but all he does is gave you false hopes?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. Did you believe that the person you loved would return your love?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. I never did.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. Single or attached?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attached :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F. Did he dump you before?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MANNNN. And even if he does, im not coming back to him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. Did you ever believe that you could turn back time just to make things right?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did. But ive stopped believing. I learned from casper that we should move on.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H. Would you give someone a chance to correct his mistakes though hes done wrong to you for several times?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Would you cry for someone who has dumped you for several times?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. Have you made someone cry for you before?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and im sorry ]:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Would you go back to your ex-boyfriend though you know hes just playing with your heart?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L. List 12 most important people in your life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Little Bro &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Mother &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Father &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Casper &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Kim&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Hid &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Ati&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Firah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Tutik&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Shab&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Adilah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Ira&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. Out of the 12 listed, pick 1 to be the most important.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little bro. I lost so many siblings. Hes the only one left.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N. Tag 1 person to do this.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIM.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSaTXXfh3HI/AAAAAAAAAWk/FZcyHxw0mJM/s320/30177822.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271062443536276594" /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSaTXDCEF_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/tU1m604zrCg/s320/30177705.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271062438043981810" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSaTXGlp53I/AAAAAAAAAWU/Yj9NTov7Pf4/s320/30177516.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271062438998566770" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSaTXKpDYAI/AAAAAAAAAWM/yh5HKj31DFY/s320/30177299.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271062440086560770" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSaTW0LVmDI/AAAAAAAAAWE/R_EnSbtkXiM/s320/30177003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271062434056345650" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/j13fuu.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets go crap! Bye. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-4421529872767867540?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/4421529872767867540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=4421529872767867540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/4421529872767867540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/4421529872767867540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/11/best-people-in-life.html' title='Topicless'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSaATwar9_I/AAAAAAAAAVU/40g5X2vafIw/s72-c/kim+and+frha+collage+26July.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-6416409863231217153</id><published>2008-11-20T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T01:29:37.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday 229</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oliver Sykes&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270663259838240722" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSUoT0VcV9I/AAAAAAAAAUk/6VbZOKRCNQM/s400/1208352997_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:; cursor:;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSUpKenfEfI/AAAAAAAAAUs/GTaIQbZgB5I/s320/DSC04344.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270664198901142002" /&gt; Okay wonderful wonderful. Oli is finally &lt;strong&gt;22&lt;/strong&gt;! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Haha. Idk exactly what im excited for actually. Anyway, stayed up late with little bro again till 6 plus but this time, without movies. Odp with casper till 4 and then watched tv with little bro till 6. Yeah. But heck, im freaking sleepy today though i woke up at around 3. Yes, thats right, 3pm in the afternoon. Haha. I must have a goodnight's sleep today or those bags under my eyes might appear within these days. And oh, i think my eyes are swollen. See the picture &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Swollen right? Okay, perhaps its not clear in that picture as ive edited it but still, u can see that my eyes are different from the usual. If you've seen me in reality, that is. Oh anyway, i doubt people are even bothering to open my blog and read bcs its boring. Bcs nobody even bothers to tag. Yeah, whatever, though im sad. Well, what to do? Haha. I had a great time chatting with hyrude yesterday. I guess that was the best conversation i ever had since i started being online again. Im jealous of little bro. He got his PSLE results today and got 229 as his aggregate. Like wooooooooooooo cos i only got 200? WTH. But sad to say, in the modern society, 229 isnt something to be proud of. At least its an achievement for him to get an aggregate higher than i do. Haha. Goodbye, if you're even reading.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-6416409863231217153?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/6416409863231217153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=6416409863231217153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/6416409863231217153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/6416409863231217153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-oliver-sykes-okay.html' title='Birthday 229'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSUoT0VcV9I/AAAAAAAAAUk/6VbZOKRCNQM/s72-c/1208352997_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-6589915141652525333</id><published>2008-11-19T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:31:52.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How i would become a vampire?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSOyXPqTvSI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Vs5K61-VoLs/s400/teddy+bear+affair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270252101364333858" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're at the park.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You lost your keys and have been looking for them forever! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's already dark. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You hear something shuffle in the shadows. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ok this is creepy,nobody around and i'm hearin things" you say aloud. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"well then you should get checked by the docter". OMG &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"who said that?" you ask. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Nobody but me" the cutest guy ever steps out of the shadows. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He has your keys in his hand...and he's laughing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, it's the most beautiful laugh you've ever heard.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;to be continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like LAUGH OUT LOUD? I was curious to find how would i be a vampire and so i took the quiz and the results? The one above lah. Haha. Perhaps the guy is a vampire and he came toward me but instead of kissing, he bit me. And then i became a vampire. I think thats how everybody becomes a vampire. So really, theres no surprise. I can easily guess how i would become a vampire. Maybe kill myself or what and then comes back to haunt. Okay wait, thats a lost soul. Heck, i dont know what im crapping even. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-6589915141652525333?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/6589915141652525333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=6589915141652525333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/6589915141652525333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/6589915141652525333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/11/youre-at-park.html' title='How i would become a vampire?'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSOyXPqTvSI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Vs5K61-VoLs/s72-c/teddy+bear+affair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-4496737871219807931</id><published>2008-11-19T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T05:34:32.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12.12 AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSLo0xxTnBI/AAAAAAAAAUM/fADdwMjbnlM/s320/DSC04235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270030507387886610" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay tagged by nazrizal. Thank you mann. Cos i was frigging bored and finally someone remembered me to help continue the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule1: People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blog and replace any questions that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule2: Tag 5 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. Those people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continuing this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Do you have any secrets?&lt;br /&gt;# Everybody does. Unless of course you can go around telling people what colour is your underwear today. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Would you share your secret with anyone?&lt;br /&gt;# Yes. Provided if that person can be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Do you enjoy school?&lt;br /&gt;# No. But see, if everybody brings their guitars and drums and starts screaming in class and the teacher couldnt outtalk all of them then yes, school IS fun. Everybody would say the same thing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What would you do if you had a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;# I dont want to. Its scary when you've lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Would you fall in love with your bestfriend?&lt;br /&gt;# I used to. (And of course hes a guy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Which is more blessed? Loving someone or being loved?&lt;br /&gt;# BEING LOVED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) List out your favourite songs.&lt;br /&gt;# Currently ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) If the person you secretly loves is attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;# Thing is, WHAT CAN I DO? Go on your knees infront of him and beg him to accept you and then go after his girlfriend with a knife to threaten her to breakup with him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Is there anything that makes you extremely happy?&lt;br /&gt;# Alot. But today, little bro and i are gonna stay up to watch movies. And that makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) What makes you angry?&lt;br /&gt;# This thing called FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETENAH. Meaning fitnah. English translation: wrong accusations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) What makes you sad?&lt;br /&gt;# When theres no ruffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) How would you see yourself in 10 years' time?&lt;br /&gt;# As this girl called NORFAREHA AZWA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) List the most important people in your life.&lt;br /&gt;# ♥ Little Bro ♥ Mother ♥ Father ♥ Casper ♥ Firahidati ♥ Shabrinadilahumaira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Any crush?&lt;br /&gt;# YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) If so, who?&lt;br /&gt;# &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Synyster gates&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Max green&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Craig Mabbitt&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oliver Sykes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) What is the most important thing in life?&lt;br /&gt;# To be able to stand up after falling. You can NEVER move on if you keep living in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Single or attached?&lt;br /&gt;# Happily attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) What are your favourite colours?&lt;br /&gt;# &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: #ffffff;background-color:#000000;" &gt;white&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;black&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Will you give it all when it comes to a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;# Yeap. They say treasure your loved ones before its too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) If 2 people are falling in love with you simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;# Neither. Then both will be sad and BOTH will have to MOVE ONNNNNNNNN. Fair enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Would you forgive and forget someone who has done wrong to you?&lt;br /&gt;# I will forgive but i'll never forget no matter how much i try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) What would you like to do the most now?&lt;br /&gt;# To meet &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) 5 people to be tagged:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# &lt;strong&gt;Bloggers who reads my blog&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;# &lt;strong&gt;Preferably friends&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;# Anyone.&lt;br /&gt;# Anybody.&lt;br /&gt;# Everybody.&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;span style="font-size:100;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DONE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-4496737871219807931?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/4496737871219807931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=4496737871219807931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/4496737871219807931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/4496737871219807931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-tagged-by-nazrizal.html' title='12.12 AM'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSLo0xxTnBI/AAAAAAAAAUM/fADdwMjbnlM/s72-c/DSC04235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-2113043184091936984</id><published>2008-11-18T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T05:35:01.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>schizophrenia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Schizophrenia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Pronounced as &lt;em&gt;skit-suh-&lt;strong&gt;free&lt;/strong&gt;-nee-uh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A severe mental disorder characterized by some, but not necessarily all, of the following features: emotional blunting, intellectual deterioration, social isolation, disorganized speech and behavior, delusions, and hallucinations.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:; cursor:;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSJ_sDhI8EI/AAAAAAAAATc/zu69Le8U19A/s400/oli.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269914908812177474" /&gt; Wth. Why does it happen on every monday nights? Cant there be another day? Why lah setan? Seriously, i know theres something in my room and heck, im telling you, its creeeeeeeeeeepy. Fuck you creatures of another world. Im left with nothing now but fear. Dont scare me again. Next time, i shall throw your ass off this world. &lt;i&gt;Cey mcm phm eh?&lt;/i&gt; Kay kiddings lah. Im not entitled to bring ghosts off my life anyway. Its up to God. Duh. And yes, im still fearful right now. Its a funny story. Wanna know? &lt;i&gt;Taknak tau pon takpe.&lt;/i&gt; But i wanna write. It was 2 plus in the morning then. I was close to putting myself into a deep sleep. When i heard someone crying so close to me. Without hesitations, i immediately turned my light on and sat on my bed looking around for any signs of ghostly encounters. And i wanna prepare to close my eyes. However, nothing was around. And i felt relieved [i dont know how to spell uh]. But less i get terrified again, i decided not to turn off the light. So i closed my eyes and the last time i saw was exactly 3am. Suddenly, i heard a growl sound followed by a soft but sinister laughter and i ran while screaming. I had no time to think and ran to little bros room and wake him up. He woke parents up and they told me to sleep in little bros room. The end.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOO?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-2113043184091936984?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/2113043184091936984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=2113043184091936984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/2113043184091936984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/2113043184091936984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/11/schizophrenia.html' title='schizophrenia.'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSJ_sDhI8EI/AAAAAAAAATc/zu69Le8U19A/s72-c/oli.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-3616503006260876764</id><published>2008-11-18T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:06:48.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendster-less.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:; cursor:;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSGckh4sOuI/AAAAAAAAATE/6f_9nmOeNWw/s400/IMG0017A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269665190385564386" /&gt; I swear to you im super duper zuper active in blogging! Honestly, i deleted that darn friendster. And thats one of the reasons why i keep blogging all the time. So tell me when friendster returns back to normal again. Perhaps i shall reopen an account on friendster. But heck, i dont think i want to anymore. Im just too lazy to type the url on the address bar. Because whenever i type friendster.com, the internet would start getting slow again and it takes such a long time just to open the webpage. It didnt happen to other websites so why friendster? Definitely it isnt my internet connection's fault then. And so, ive made up a phrase. &lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;NO FRIENDSTER, NO INTERRUPTIONS.&lt;/span&gt; I regret liking friendster. And im better off without it anyway. Im just too lazy to add friends, accept friends' request, accept comments, reply comments, upload photos, etc. Though uploading the photos are super fast, i still feel that friendster doesnt surf any benefit to me at all. It made my life even miserable at that! Okay, im sorry to the owner of friendster.com but seriously, many are complaining about the drastic changes made recently. Know what i think? I feel that facebook's overtaking friendster now. Like as if friendster's performance is deteriorating bcs facebook wants loads of people to use facebook instead of friendster. If thats the case, its a real monster indeed. Anyway, ive had enough of all this facebook, friendster stuff. I shall stick to blogging for now. Goodbye all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-3616503006260876764?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/3616503006260876764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=3616503006260876764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/3616503006260876764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/3616503006260876764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/11/friendster-less.html' title='Friendster-less.'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSGckh4sOuI/AAAAAAAAATE/6f_9nmOeNWw/s72-c/IMG0017A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-6878001245677645038</id><published>2008-11-17T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T03:08:56.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oliver Sykes babyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269555235425520706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSE4kTvWjEI/AAAAAAAAASM/-yr9RxTsdqY/s400/0564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269558495255178642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSE7iDjTrZI/AAAAAAAAASk/C5-uH4SxT6k/s400/2146674531_12438a0320.jpg" border="0" /&gt; HELLO WORLD! Oh why do i sound like im excited over something? God, wake me up cos im not. And theres nothing im looking forward to except 3E1's chalet this coming december. Anyway, the picture above is the one and only ESCAPE THE FATE. The NEW etf babyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. Alright NOW im excited. And craig mabbit's the all-new lead vocals. Yeah i knew that since a few months ago but i decided to have a flashback on it. I WAS chatting with casper and 'lols seii' but one, had to go offline and one, showering. Guess who is doing what yourselves lah eh. Its not respectively btw. ;) Anyway, spot the guy on the right? You know him? No? Yes? &lt;i&gt;Kay stoppit lah fareha.&lt;/i&gt; If no, hes &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OLIVER SYKES!&lt;/span&gt; And believe it or not, hes 22! &lt;strong&gt;HE'S 22!&lt;/strong&gt; His birthday's 3 days later. :D I found this by random.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explain your relationship status:-&lt;br /&gt;# Happily attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name a lyric from the last song you listened to:-&lt;br /&gt;# Dance fucker dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you wear today?&lt;br /&gt;# Shorts and a purple shirt. (I neednt tell what im wearing under do i? Its understood.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear contact lenses or glasses?&lt;br /&gt;# Glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many windows are open on your computer?&lt;br /&gt;# Apparently 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing after this?&lt;br /&gt;# Still chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you get the shirt you are wearing?&lt;br /&gt;# Forgot lah. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to cuddle?&lt;br /&gt;# Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tall are you?&lt;br /&gt;# one.five.nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one of your cousins is closest to you in age?&lt;br /&gt;# Ira? Shes aso 15 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like someone?&lt;br /&gt;# No. Haha. (Psst, i love you eh casper.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does his/her name start with A, B, D, K, M, C or J?&lt;br /&gt;# Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like hugs?&lt;br /&gt;# Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a loud person?&lt;br /&gt;# Friends, you know lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing underwear right now?&lt;br /&gt;# Im not a boy babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look to your left, what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;# Err, wall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is one thing you would love to happen tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;# To meet casper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would your parents be mad if you came home smashed?&lt;br /&gt;# Not only mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a crush on your siblings friend?&lt;br /&gt;# Please eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it matter to you if your bf/gf smokes?&lt;br /&gt;# YES. But as long as he knows he'll quit, its okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you have made a difference in anyone's life?&lt;br /&gt;# Boo. YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a guy/girl that knows everything or mostly every thing about you?&lt;br /&gt;# My brother can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was that last person you had a phone call longer than 7 mins?&lt;br /&gt;# Casper. For the last idk how many nights alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you hold back from saying what you are thinking?&lt;br /&gt;# Almost everytime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last serious hug?&lt;br /&gt;# With who uh meaning? Cant tell uh haiyo. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever dye your hair blonde?&lt;br /&gt;# Nope. Why blonde when theres a range of colours you can choose from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is something bothering you?&lt;br /&gt;# Yes. Not getting to go out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever told you that you have pretty eyes?&lt;br /&gt;# Yes. But i dont think so. I know myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that you can change for someone?&lt;br /&gt;# Why should i change for others? I change for myself. Sorry sikit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What woke you up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;# Father. With his 'kakak, kakak, kakak.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you go back in time to change something?&lt;br /&gt;# Nope. No point. Move onnnnnnnnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it hard leaving people behind?&lt;br /&gt;# Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you excited for ?&lt;br /&gt;# I dont know? Escape the fate? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last missed call?&lt;br /&gt;# Casper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment are you more warm or cold?&lt;br /&gt;# Im always cold. Thats why i hate air-cons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you spent your money on?&lt;br /&gt;# Cant remember XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there one song that remind you of the whole summer?&lt;br /&gt;# What summer? Thrs no summer in spore. But i rmb somethng. A song 'summer hair=forever young' by the academy is. (William beckett's cute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;# Blogging? Chatting and uh, music never fails to be heard upon my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle the truth?&lt;br /&gt;# Depends on what kind of truth you're telling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's your life lately?&lt;br /&gt;# Biase la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's the last time you did something you knew was wrong?&lt;br /&gt;# Spouting vulgarities about my dad to casper? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the year consisted of only one season , which would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;# Spring? Whats spring uh? I know spring chicken only XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate being alone?&lt;br /&gt;# Yes. Especially when im leftout among a group of friends. PAISEH i tell you. I'll leave in that kind of situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you last night?&lt;br /&gt;# On the phone with casper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last non-alcoholic beverage consumed?&lt;br /&gt;# Mineral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you currently have a hickey?&lt;br /&gt;# Hickey ape siol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think back to the last person you held hands with, would you kiss them?&lt;br /&gt;# I dont understad this question. Why's english so complicated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you first get Myspace?&lt;br /&gt;# Never gotten it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you drifting away from any friends?&lt;br /&gt;# Yeah. Hijanah ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;# Html Rulez Dood by The Devil Wears Prada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are you doing tonight?&lt;br /&gt;# If not on the phone, then sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the last person who put their arm around you mean anything to you?&lt;br /&gt;# Casper eh? He does mean alot to me. I guess, without him, i wouldnt want to stand up again after falling. And i would still be crying over that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing socks?&lt;br /&gt;# Nope. I love the touch of my bed kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have anything in your pockets right now?&lt;br /&gt;# Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's your last text from?&lt;br /&gt;# Casper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you comfortable with answering personal question?&lt;br /&gt;# Haha. Depends on who the person is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever kissed someone who smokes?&lt;br /&gt;# THATS PERSONAL SIAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;# Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you consider yourself to be spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;# No. How can? See lah how my parents are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who was the last person to sit on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;# Nor Haiqal Bin Noor Abidin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you at 2:02 this morning?&lt;br /&gt;# On the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you go to sleep last night smiling?&lt;br /&gt;# Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone told you a secret this week?&lt;br /&gt;# Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you bought something?&lt;br /&gt;# I seriously forgot siah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you play an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;# Is keyboard counted? Nobody knew actually. But at home, i do play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-6878001245677645038?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/6878001245677645038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=6878001245677645038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/6878001245677645038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/6878001245677645038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-world-oh-why-do-i-sound-like-im.html' title='Oliver Sykes babyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSE4kTvWjEI/AAAAAAAAASM/-yr9RxTsdqY/s72-c/0564.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-7507006927761701798</id><published>2008-11-17T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:46:15.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Wooooooooooooooooooooooooo! You're freaking awesome mannnnnnnnnnnnn! Changed your mind just like that. Yes, thank you very much for not letting me go out today. But please lah, im fucking pissed off! And fuck you siah hujan. The stupid rain spoilt the plan today. Sriously, terima kaseh byk2.&lt;/i&gt; What shall i write about? What i shall write about? Goddammit, im still freaking pissed off over that matter! Have you ever come across with someone who changes their mind like in the blink of an eye and that hes being such an ass? WELL JYEAH, I DO. And he treats me like im a fucking PRIMARY SCHOOL KID. Please, im 15 going 16 next year. And i have my own stand in which i can be rather rebellious towards him. Sometimes, i may be like those goody-goody little girl. But DONT EVER HOPE i'll be like that ALL THE TIME. I have my own stand as well and that person has to understand it! Shitxwxwtx. I dont know what the hell im writing. Bye lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-7507006927761701798?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/7507006927761701798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=7507006927761701798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/7507006927761701798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/7507006927761701798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/11/fuck-you.html' title='Fuck you.'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-7201634535553844363</id><published>2008-11-17T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:36:42.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:; cursor:;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSBTU4ow1rI/AAAAAAAAAR0/gQCgOFwVrmY/s320/Rename0055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269303182289327794" /&gt; Kay im freaking out soon. Currently am watching a thailand ghost story and the ghosts are coming out like so suddenly! Im one who has a weak heart and i get shock easily just by the littlest things. Whats more, the story has alot of suspense. God, i'll soon freak out, seriously. Anyway, today's 17 november and finally, its that horny brother of mine's birthday and not forgetting, that cute dear bestfriend of mine, hidayah. :D Coooool. Now i can wish both of my beloved a happy birthday. &lt;i&gt;I love you hidayah! And i love you little bro.&lt;/i&gt; Hoho. Since today's 17th then i shall write about the events that occured ('ooccuurreedd' for my casper) just a few hours ago as 'yesterday'. Yesterday, went swensens to have an early celebration for haiqal's birthday. And you dont wanna know what i ate alright. I'd say, enough to fill a pig's stomach! Haha. Eh kidding kay. Anyway, i ate alot. Its understood right? After swensens, went to sim lim square for handphone hunting. Yeah, its for haiqal. Its his birthday present. And his handphone now is freaking big. But its nice though, WHITE. &lt;i&gt;Mane tk lawa sey? White uh colour cantek!&lt;/i&gt; After that, searched for router so that i can use the internet at home by using my laptop instead of hogging on ayah's desktop all the time. So now, im back to my beloved laptop! Hoho, besttttttttt :D After which, went to alot of places in which im being such a lazybump to list them all out. I mean, who's interested to know anyway? Haha. Okay, bye.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foryou,iwill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-7201634535553844363?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/7201634535553844363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=7201634535553844363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/7201634535553844363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/7201634535553844363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/11/kay-im-freaking-out-soon.html' title='Birthdays!'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SSBTU4ow1rI/AAAAAAAAAR0/gQCgOFwVrmY/s72-c/Rename0055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-3660779094130834274</id><published>2008-11-15T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:47:27.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268886048981589970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SR7X8h-PH9I/AAAAAAAAARs/eM9XkRww1PY/s400/Frha.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; The image sucks! Im practically just playing around with the brushes on paint. Cos i was bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;color:#990000;"&gt;IM BORED.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;IM BORED.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IM BORED.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;IM BORED. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;IM BORED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;IM BORED.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;IM BORED.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;IM BORED.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;IM BORED.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;IM BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;IM BORED.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;IM BORED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;IM BORED.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;IM BORED.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;IM BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;IM BORED.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;IM BORED.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;IM BORED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;IM BORED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;IM BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Kay bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-3660779094130834274?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/3660779094130834274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=3660779094130834274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/3660779094130834274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/3660779094130834274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/11/image-sucks-im-practically-just-playing.html' title='boredom.'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SR7X8h-PH9I/AAAAAAAAARs/eM9XkRww1PY/s72-c/Frha.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-3266977859935820879</id><published>2008-11-15T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:48:34.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"3 year old" fantasy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268779350347580482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 80px; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SR5252lhhEI/AAAAAAAAARU/k-3pVwJzzgo/s320/combined+threes.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;i&gt;You may be my pizzaguy for a day, my casper for a week, my superhero for a month. But you're always be my _____ (go figure), be it now and ever. I can give you whatever names i wish to call you but in the end, you're still the same guy i know. Saranghaeyo. And i hope and pray nothing can change that.&lt;/i&gt; Hoho! I was just getting a little bit emotional there. Dont mind me alright. IM BORED STIFF. AGAIN. Now i feel like going out again, but im too lazy to even get my butt off this chair to the shop. Whats more OUT THERE? Get what i mean? Tomorrow, probably my family and i will be going out to pizza hut to celebrate haiqal's birthday(that horny brother of mine). Just finally, he'll be officially &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt; and i sooooooo hope he'll &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GROW UP&lt;/span&gt; and think like a 12-year-old kid rather than a 3 year-old kid. Seriously, sometimes he can be such a nuisance just like how a 3 year old kid behaves. Perhaps i shall treat him like one since he behaves like one. But on the other hand, he can be so nice that you wish he'd be like that FOREVER. &lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:; cursor:;width: 160px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SR56DODeuII/AAAAAAAAARc/thjdDuGdtyE/s320/craiginaus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268782809800947842" /&gt; Isnt craig like the cutest thang you've ever seen? He's freaking adorable in here i tell ya. And i think i have a crush on him ever since i watched the video 'The Flood' by Escape the fate(etf). Yesyesyes. Rings a bell? I mentioned about them in my previous post dint i? And i havent stopped. See, this is what happens when i hear so much of etf. And oh, MAX GREEN! I havent forgotten about him alright. Its just that craig's the fever for me now. Goodbye.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myloveforyouisntfortheworldtoknow,itsforyoutofeel,foronlyyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-3266977859935820879?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/3266977859935820879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=3266977859935820879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/3266977859935820879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/3266977859935820879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-may-be-my-pizzaguy-for-day-my.html' title='&quot;3 year old&quot; fantasy.'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SR5252lhhEI/AAAAAAAAARU/k-3pVwJzzgo/s72-c/combined+threes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-7941430116663375116</id><published>2008-11-14T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:49:04.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful suicide mannnn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268476289306622434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SR1jRYOweeI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/4Ph2lHf4w5g/s320/1066~White-Tiger-Sitting-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt; At times, people tend to forget the beautiful nature of life. Hence, take things for granted. Most people think that by commiting suicide, all problems might be solved. But they forget the people around them. Similarly for the case today about a man eaten up by white tigers. He was, obviously committing suicide. And i was rather shocked to know of this news. Whats more, the boy who took the video of the white tiger is my mother's friend's son. What a small world. Back into the topic. Perhaps the man was already at his wits end and had no choice but to end his life. But if he had a family, how would they feel upon hearing their own beloved committing suicide? Whats more, by white tigers. In my opinion, the white tigers werent at fault but the man instead. It is nature for tigers to eat meat and the man, himself had already offered himself to those animals. Well, whats gone will be gone. We just have to move on with life. And hopefully, people would learn to appreciate life better in the future.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SR1j6dkAdzI/AAAAAAAAARE/gFI5SEnZtFs/s1600-h/screenshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268476995112564530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SR1j6dkAdzI/AAAAAAAAARE/gFI5SEnZtFs/s320/screenshot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the picture to enlarge it. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My brother's work. &lt;/span&gt;Seriously, hes been pestering me to look at what hes done to the webpage. And boy, i sure did had a hard time entertaining his nonsense. Especially when he starts talking about hacking people's accounts. Hell, NO. Its illegal to do so. And i dont want him to get into trouble just by being naughty or rather, &lt;i&gt;tangan dah gatal sangat&lt;/i&gt;. As requested by mother, she wanted me to look out for him if hes doing anything stupid on the internet. And that includes porn. Lately, hes been talking about THAT more often and in addition to that, hes started doing that disgusting sex scenes and showed me what hes doing. I'd say its a load of nonsense. And though i tried hard to understand that hes going to be going through puberty soon, i really cant handle it. I mean, every single day, he would either be talking about those sex things or SHOWING ME HOW ITS DONE BY USING A CHAIR. Damn it, its gross. What to do? Hes my little brother afterall. &lt;b&gt;And mind you, he looks too innocent for you to believe that hes freaking horny.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268479469367772674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SR1mKe4axgI/AAAAAAAAARM/fKvYljsY43Q/s320/Bless_the_Fall_I_by_xOWhatsernameOx.jpg" border="0" /&gt; He is the one and only, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Craig Mabbit&lt;/span&gt;. Currently the lead vocals for the band, escape the fate. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My favourite band. &lt;/span&gt; Yeah, you might have guessed it anyway, judging from the uploading of his picture on my blog. True enough, they rock people's lives so hard they could even be screaming for escape the fate every interval hours. Heck, nah. They wouldnt be that crazy would they? Haha. It wouldnt be a surprise even if they would. Because etf do ROCK babyyyyyyyyyyy! &lt;i&gt; Biaselah, fareha nye favourite band pe.&lt;/i&gt; And im so not going to compare them with the other bands like what SOME people are doing bcs i believe that each band has their own forte. Duh, EVERYONE DOES. Haha. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-7941430116663375116?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/7941430116663375116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=7941430116663375116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/7941430116663375116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/7941430116663375116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/11/at-times-people-tend-to-forget.html' title='Beautiful suicide mannnn.'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SR1jRYOweeI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/4Ph2lHf4w5g/s72-c/1066~White-Tiger-Sitting-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-3102732197467455894</id><published>2008-11-14T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:49:28.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh sonore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:; cursor:;width: 145px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SR0OYm-kE7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/NNfVQ1b2GoY/s320/DSC04102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268382955035956146" /&gt; Yesterday was the tenth. And also sonore. To be honest with you, i find it quite a bore at first but since my classmates are in, i supported them anyway. However, the drama was hilarious, i'd say. I was completely shocked by the way kim acted. I mean, ive never actually seen her act before. And woah! She's cute when she acted as the father of juliet. Oh not forgetting khairil's and rossa's performance. I really appreciate their effort for performing for us. Anyway, went with casper and some of my classmates. &lt;i&gt;Im really very sorry bcs i dint entertain you during the concert. I thought you were bored and wanted to take a nap or something. So, i didnt wanna bother you. But im happy that you forgave me. Ily.&lt;/i&gt; Well, supposedly after the concert, tutik wanted to take a class shot. But since i already went out with casper, i totally forgot about it. Well, its okay. Ive missed several class shots anyway. It doesnt make a difference whether or not im in the picture righttt? Im not important. (: So after the concert, ayah and ibu picked me up and since, i was with casper, they sent him to admiralty mrt on the way. And gosh, i was bloody hungry on the way home! Reached home, and ate rice with sambal sotong. Well of course, not immediately. Got changed first and washed my face then eat. Haha. If you realised, i ate first then showered. Bcs i shower longer than i eat :P &lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:; cursor:;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SR0U87guRRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/X90mW_x6NgY/s320/DSC04135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268390176092996882" /&gt; Ergh, back to boredom. I wont be going out for the next few days. I just dont feel like going out. But staying at home is BORING. What to do? Can go out, but dont want go out. Want stay at home but stay at home, boringgggggggggggggggggggg! Haha. My english is so broken. Probably the fever of the romeo and juliet drama yesterday. I really wanna watch the drama again. I guess i only liked the drama. THE DRAMA THE DRAMA THE DRAMA. Suddenly, i feel like acting. Oh, i love acting. Why din't i join drama club back when i was in sec one? Ive made a terrible mistake. But what to do? Already in npcc, cannot go out. And yay, my english is VERY broken. Actually, ive always written my posts in broken english. Except today's worse. Okay, bye.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilyvm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-3102732197467455894?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/3102732197467455894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=3102732197467455894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/3102732197467455894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/3102732197467455894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/11/yesterday-was-tenth.html' title='Eh sonore!'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SR0OYm-kE7I/AAAAAAAAAQc/NNfVQ1b2GoY/s72-c/DSC04102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-3524313551437450968</id><published>2008-11-13T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:49:46.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game?</title><content type='html'>1. Each player of this game starts off with 10 weirdthings/habits/little known facts about yourself. &lt;br /&gt;2. People who got tagged has to write on their blog, 10 weird things/habits/little knownfacts as well as stating this rule clearly. &lt;br /&gt;3. At the end, you need to tag 5 people. &lt;br /&gt;4. No tags back, damn it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have a VERY slow reaction to jokes or whatever stories you tell me. So dont get upset if i dont laugh when you tell your joke. Bcs i will a few minutes later whether its funny or not.&lt;br /&gt;2. When im bored, i'll eat. Then eat. And eat again. And then cry for no reason. &lt;br /&gt;3. I love to sing. But believe me, if you hear the rain pouring down, you know its me singing.&lt;br /&gt;4. I dont like sleeping on a bed. I prefer just a mattress and a blanket and my teddy. Sometimes, without a mattress will do.&lt;br /&gt;5. I tend to forget things easily. Dont ever make me try to remember anything you want me to remember about you bcs i wont.&lt;br /&gt;6. Oh, oh! Speaking of which, i can sleep without fan. Actually i dont even like sleeping with fans. Much less AIR-CON. Cos i will have block nose when it gets too cold.&lt;br /&gt;7. I LOVE biting on ice. And i wont stop once i start. I know its bad for my teeth but heck, i love it.&lt;br /&gt;8. My left leg is smaller than my right. Thats a fact i cant deny. Bcs i once fell and broke my left knee.&lt;br /&gt;9. I have small eyes. Everybody says i do -_______- But its a fact anyway.&lt;br /&gt;10. Idk what to write for the last one. But as qouted by nazrizal, i smile like a cat? (Since when do cats smile ey?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5 people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Anyone&lt;br /&gt;2) Anyone&lt;br /&gt;3) Anyone&lt;br /&gt;4) Anyone&lt;br /&gt;5) Anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE.&lt;br /&gt;You know its really up to you whether or not you want to play the game. Its open to anyone who reads my blog.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// Happy the tenth :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-3524313551437450968?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/3524313551437450968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=3524313551437450968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/3524313551437450968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/3524313551437450968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/11/1.html' title='Game?'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-970134266187030442</id><published>2008-11-11T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:50:19.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I learned.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:; cursor:;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SRpd-AFeZPI/AAAAAAAAAQU/azecFxDEk0I/s200/DSC04032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267626033919452402" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i learned that each and every homosapien living in this world has their own myriad of emotions. Different people existing has their own sensitivity to certain things in life. In addition to that, i now realise how important 3 words can be when it is used to the wrong person. With that, i thank my casper for making me realise and learn the two mistakes ive made. One, saying i miss you to a friend of the opposite sex. Two, being absolutely too honest. &lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:; cursor:;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SRpdfnx6tPI/AAAAAAAAAQM/zH49EobEoZo/s200/DSC08664.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267625511998895346" /&gt; An achievement! Ive finally regained my original weight of 40kg after losing 0.3g. I was dead shock when i checked my weight before the camp and i was damn terrified if im gonna lose my weight again. And i know i sound like a freak when i mentioned an achievement for gaining weight. See, im worried that i might have tapeworms in my stomach as i dont seem to gain weight after the few months eating so much junk food. Instead, i lost weight. Ironic, isnt it? Haha. Oh well, lets change topic. &lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:; cursor:;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SRpdScEJFWI/AAAAAAAAAQE/vh-adXBc2A0/s200/DSC00157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267625285515810146" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Homeworks are already piled up and i dont even know where to start. To make matters worse, i think i misplaced the worksheets given out. Dang it! How unlucky can i get huh? Ah forget it. Perhaps i shall visit 3e1's blog to see if there any updates on homework. It's been two days since i stayed at home to rot myself. And hopefully the scavengers might have a secnd thought about eating me up. Alright, what the the heck? Im crapping. I think i should go indulge myself in [or on?] ice-cream sundaes now. Goodbye.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bcsbabyily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-970134266187030442?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/970134266187030442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=970134266187030442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/970134266187030442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/970134266187030442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/11/yesterday-i-learned-that-each-and-every.html' title='I learned.'/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SRpd-AFeZPI/AAAAAAAAAQU/azecFxDEk0I/s72-c/DSC04032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-8858094764341313948</id><published>2008-11-09T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:58:31.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:; cursor:;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SRfJegHMQSI/AAAAAAAAAPk/yXGIKSbxsi0/s320/2z9fqex.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266899815086440738" /&gt; This year's Adventure Training Camp (ATC) was ALOT better than the previous. Though mosquitos are never failed to be the ultimate nemesis of us campers, thats just something that we cant avoid despite appyling insect repellents. But anyway, i preferred this year's ATC bcs one, i endured my stomach cramps thus wasnt sent to casualty, two, i concurred my fears of jumping from the jetty and last but not least, i was in the same group as syafirah. Im glad i got the camp over and done with. Looking forward to sonore 4 this coming thursday. Goodbye.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilymz, alot more than you'll ever realise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-8858094764341313948?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/8858094764341313948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=8858094764341313948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/8858094764341313948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/8858094764341313948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-years-adventure-training-camp-atc.html' title=''/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SRfJegHMQSI/AAAAAAAAAPk/yXGIKSbxsi0/s72-c/2z9fqex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-6659296304379308546</id><published>2008-11-05T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T02:43:20.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265118138916858834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SRF1DTKa69I/AAAAAAAAAPU/y_Pnhos73wQ/s320/14t4w7a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Im sorry tutik! Sorry i left you halfway to meet him. And thanks for understanding. You're a great friend!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ive got &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;quite a lot of stories to tell. But im not sure whether or not i'd like to share it here. People are reading. Well, lets just say im pissed off with my life nowadays. And the reason is too simple that it became too complicated to understand. Perhaps i shall just tell the story but its hard for you to understand. This story is about someone. And normal human reaction would think that its about some crush or whatever. But NO. Do you believe in fate? How about miracles? Or perhaps im just being too paranoid over this matter. Lately, ive been seeing the time in such a way that theres the number 08 at the back. Meaning, when its a particular time that i want to check, it'd be, for eg, 7.08 or 12.08. And it sucks. For the first few times, i guess its just normal. But see, if it happens EVERYTIME, then its freaky. Get what i mean? And its&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; syirik&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to have these thoughts. But im just wondering why did it have to be 08 and not other numbers. This story, if you understand, thumbs up :D Because i only told to those whom im close with. Like the 3 bestfriends i have and the 3 goodfriends i have in 3e1. The people with the prettiest hearts on earth are those 6 people i mentioned. To sum up, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;im freaked out.&lt;/span&gt; And btw, the number 08 is linked to that someone. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265124106941357474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SRF6eryV3aI/AAAAAAAAAPc/z4M7vs8xJD0/s320/DSC04063.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The next story im going to tell is random rather. Its about school. Yes, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCHOOL.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And there are many sub-stories to one main story. So you can choose to continue reading or not, its really up to you. Firstly, mz isnt going to school tomorrow due to work. Meaning, im not going to see him till tuesday, when we go out to buy clothes. Well, i can still live without him for just a few days right? Afterall, he is everywhere with me, &lt;em&gt;in my heart.&lt;/em&gt; Speaking of which, the second sub-story is about Adventure Training Camp (ATC). Which is this coming friday. Oh luckily enough, ive managed to pack the things needed. Except for certain items. Its too personal to be written here. (; And last but not least, the end of bridging. Since ATC is this coming friday, then it means tomorrow marks the last day of school. I mean bridging programme. Ohkay, maybe it is school. And i shall dare say that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i shall miss my friends ALOT.&lt;/span&gt; Im going to miss HIDAYAH, ANATI, SYAFIRAH, tutik's jokes, shabrina's drawings, adilah's and khairul's korean fever, charles's teasings and more! (too many to describe). But most importantly, &lt;em&gt;my top priority&lt;/em&gt;, my dear _____ . My final story shall be about mz then. And in case if you're getting bored if you chose to continue reading earlier on, its a short one. &lt;em&gt;Thank you mz for going to school with me everyday, and being late with me, and accompanying me today. Lysm.&lt;/em&gt; See, told you its a short one. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:70%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lysm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-6659296304379308546?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/6659296304379308546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=6659296304379308546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/6659296304379308546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/6659296304379308546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-sorry-tutik-sorry-i-left-you-halfway.html' title=''/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SRF1DTKa69I/AAAAAAAAAPU/y_Pnhos73wQ/s72-c/14t4w7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-2146666344730742277</id><published>2008-11-03T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:09:56.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264708006025821506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SRAACbFS_UI/AAAAAAAAAPI/2oo3qoeINeE/s320/broken+records+%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Today, i found out that im stupid in many ways. Im stupid because im &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;very absent-minded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Im stupid because im &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;very gullible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Im stupid because idk when's the right time to be absolutely clever. To me, being clever at the wrong time is the most stupidest act ive ever come across with. And im talking about myself. Idk when to speak up for my own rights. Idk the outcome of doing something thats absolutely wrong. I dont even care, and i dont even want to make the effort to care. Bcs im not wise enough. True enough, im stupid. But never forget, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stupid also can learn whatttt XD &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank you charles for throwing those staple bullets at me. You made a very good aim. Especially when it reached under my uniform and i had to go to the toilet to take everything out! But on the other hand, im reminded of mrs lim's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;girls will tend to keep their angst and boys usually dont.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Eventually, i began to realise that our life is too short too harbor hatred. And ive decided to stop keeping angst against my nemesis. &lt;strong&gt;Moral of today: Life is too short to harbor hatred. Appreciate each happiness you receive now. Or you'll regret when all is gone. &lt;/strong&gt;From this moral, i can totally voice out confidently that im not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that stupid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;after all. Im just glad that im still here to make things right again. Unless of course if you make me angry and i cant tolerate it. Just like what ive described above at the information section. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Im nice if you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everybody deserves a reward. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lymz, i rly do. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-2146666344730742277?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/2146666344730742277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=2146666344730742277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/2146666344730742277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/2146666344730742277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-i-found-out-that-im-stupid-in.html' title=''/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SRAACbFS_UI/AAAAAAAAAPI/2oo3qoeINeE/s72-c/broken+records+%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-5357748500168435583</id><published>2008-11-02T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:34:41.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SQ5KlDmlgvI/AAAAAAAAAOI/DMw4C7BegH0/s320/combined.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264227014925452018" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You, you don't really wanna stay, no &lt;br /&gt;You, but you don't really wanna go, oh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're hot then you're cold &lt;br /&gt;You're yes then you're no &lt;br /&gt;You're in and you're out &lt;br /&gt;You're up and you're down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapted partially from: &lt;b&gt;Katy Perry - Hot N' Cold&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SQ5T3GJc0NI/AAAAAAAAAOY/5jI8qeB4FE4/s200/DSC03955.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264237220450848978" /&gt; First thing in the morning, mz texted saying that he isnt going to school. Suddenly, i felt lazy to pulled myself off the bed but still, i managed. Gonna get out of the house and ibu asked me not to go to school and teman her go polyclinic. So, didn't go school afterall. :D Anyway, i havent done loads of the homeworks assigned. so that shall save my brain from thinking too much for excuses. Oh, in other words, its easier to get off the hook this time. &lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SQ5UErYmN9I/AAAAAAAAAOg/sG1t2QuxyKc/s200/DSC04010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264237453784790994" /&gt; Been going out a lot last week. First with mz and his friend, then mz's class bbq and ytd, with 2 different groups of people; farzanah, neesha, farhanah and tutik and adilah. And if anyone ever ask how someone can divide themselves into two, its easy, &lt;u&gt;just plan your time&lt;/u&gt;. Anything is possible rightttt? Will update later provided if i have both the mood and the time. Bye.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Take care of yrself syg. Get well fast! Ly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-5357748500168435583?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/5357748500168435583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=5357748500168435583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/5357748500168435583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/5357748500168435583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-you-dont-really-wanna-stay-no-you.html' title=''/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SQ5KlDmlgvI/AAAAAAAAAOI/DMw4C7BegH0/s72-c/combined.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-3687416733308323794</id><published>2008-10-31T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T04:29:03.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SQroPtOikpI/AAAAAAAAANo/2YVhY3_k5tY/s320/oops+im+lucky+to+be+in+love+with+you.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263274471072109202" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whattheheck?! My first O level chemistry practical was a waste. Will elaborate on that later. Bridging was rather dry today. First lesson was english. Din't really pay much attention. Was doodling at the back of my foolscap paper using the chalk which i stole from yesterday's O level bio practical, whilst tutik, najib and syazwan was discussing the speech thing. You dont have to know what isit literally. &lt;i&gt;Sorry guys, i was the freeloader today.&lt;/i&gt; I had to admit that i terase-ed when ms rita mentioned not writing the names of those who were not contributing anything. Obviously i was the one. Now ive got chalk on my skirt. (: After eng was mt. I dint know why khairul was being fierce today. Or isit i dint know him that well. Anyway, upon entering the mt room, salehin was disturbing him or something and suddenly he just threw salehin's bag. It was a shock. Salehin got mad. Idk IF he was mad. Quite a shock i'd say bcs ive nvr seen khairul like that before. &lt;i&gt;And sry again khairul, i didn't bring the princess hours dvd for you. Im sorry that you had to say that theres no need for me to bring it for you anymore bcs you're going on holiday anyway. Well, enjoy yourself alright.&lt;/i&gt; After mt was chem. Mr Ong took 15 mins of our recess to go through the chem practical thing. I was too hungry to even bother. At last, i dint eat during recess. Just some pillows biscuit[?] from tutik. &lt;i&gt;Terima kaseh tutik. Lucky thrs yr pillows biscuit to at least alas perot&lt;/i&gt;. After recess was math. Dint do much. Lucky there was no test. I was still fretting over the fact that im bloody damn hungry. And i vented it all during math. &lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:; cursor:;width: 98px; height: 98px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SQrrU3lB7dI/AAAAAAAAAN4/UUjxa9Xaxdg/s320/4k7cw8.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263277858285022674" /&gt; Gosh, getting boring. Even i myself is getting bored here. I dont even know what the hell have i been writing. Tutik said that my face was damn funny when ms zuraidah was teaching as i was half-asleep and being an irritating ass over my hunger. :D Blahs okay stop. I really dont have the gift of writing such interesting posts, see. I really suck at english. Okay whatever. After school, ate nasi. FINALLY, my stomach isnt empty anymore. Thank you very much tutik for accompanying me to eat nasi. Or maybe you did want to eat too. Haha. Went to chem lab after eating and got ready for the O level practical. The first time ever i wasnt being too much of a gundu(is that how u spell it?) and dint look at others for reference during the prac. I was relaxing all the way. Until i realised that i didnt use one of my apparatus. THE GLASS ROD. I was wondering what isit for and when the magnesium was dissolving, i dint even think about using the glass rod to completely dissolve the magnesium. Only during the heating, then i realised that the glass rod was meant to completely dissolve the magnesium. &lt;i&gt;Pandai fareha. Sungguh cerdik sekali.&lt;/i&gt; (: Whats more, i got the empirical formula totally screwed. Why? Bcs i dint know a single thing abt the formula and wrote MgHCL as the answer. When its supposedly MgCL2. &lt;i&gt;Kan selengeh bacen betol.&lt;/i&gt; And im really sorry if you dont understand what ive been saying all this while. Im gonna stuff myself with ice-cream sundae now. Hopefully my selengeh reaction today will fade away. Bye.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s its not a crime to be in love. ilysmmz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-3687416733308323794?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/3687416733308323794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=3687416733308323794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/3687416733308323794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/3687416733308323794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/10/whattheheck-my-first-o-level-chemistry.html' title=''/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SQroPtOikpI/AAAAAAAAANo/2YVhY3_k5tY/s72-c/oops+im+lucky+to+be+in+love+with+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-3600113075481825335</id><published>2008-10-29T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T03:35:44.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:; cursor:;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SQg4d6LhkaI/AAAAAAAAALg/R7Pm4ITFLUo/s200/DSC03841.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262518251067380130" /&gt; Paiseh-ed. Definitely paiseh. Reached school at 8 this morning with syg and of course, late. Had to run 2 rounds with my skirt. Omg, terrible. Thank you so much dear for slowing down for me. Sang the national anthem and pledge. So imagine in the parade square, there were only me and him there standing and singing. Oh god. Reached class and syazwan said that he saw &lt;i&gt;us&lt;/i&gt; at the parade square. &lt;i&gt;Dammit, cinta abadi engkau, syazwan!&lt;/i&gt; It's okay, i knew you were joking around. Nothing much happened at school besides ms zuraidah's absence and it means that theres no test. After school and after that singing of the national anthem thing, went straight to bio lab for a short practical. Called father after bio to ask him whether i could go watch movie with tutik and syazwan but nope, cant. Cos i already went out with syg the day before. Next time then. The pictures below that you'll see are the raya pictures that i've edited taken when 3e1 had our raya together.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SQg7euZaHaI/AAAAAAAAANI/7LEAv1cN2ek/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262521563619138978" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SQg7eQbbTYI/AAAAAAAAANA/FjPrzT24-AE/s320/again+n+again.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262521555574541698" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SQg7J3WnKJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/3nBxO7Vw-4Y/s320/SANY0055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262521205246077074" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SQg7Jiv9nVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/VRTAQAH28Cg/s320/SANY0060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262521199715261778" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img 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is pretty poor.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-3600113075481825335?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/3600113075481825335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=3600113075481825335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/3600113075481825335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/3600113075481825335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/10/paiseh-ed.html' title=''/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SQg4d6LhkaI/AAAAAAAAALg/R7Pm4ITFLUo/s72-c/DSC03841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-1639069556817583959</id><published>2008-10-26T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T04:50:01.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:; cursor:;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SQRSZ85WJtI/AAAAAAAAAKA/CPhg1TFFvd8/s320/dennis+oh.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261420870472443602" /&gt; Currently eating ice-cream potong. Just the right timing. I've been craving for it. Btw, the guy on the left side. He's handsome, isn't he? He's Dennis Oh. One of the characters that starred in Witch Yoo-hee. Seems like I've been checking out on the roles from witch yoo-hee haven't I? Oh yes I have. Hehe. Sendiri tanye, sendiri jawab. Bagos fareha (: So today, nothing much really happened. Woke up from bed at 8 but realising that it's still early, I laid my head on the pillow again and slept till 10. Lazybump. Then, quickly rushed to the toilet and showered for 30 minutes. Oh yeah, I'm bored. I'm describing every little things I did today bcs I'm dead bored. Moving on, shall we? &lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:; cursor:;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SQRUBM9DNcI/AAAAAAAAAKI/uhyHc6yT4R8/s320/47468cbda05e40_full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261422644309472706" /&gt; Rummaged through my wardrobe only to find that my baju madrasah is missing. So went to the balcony and searched for it but to no avail. Freaked out, I rushed to little brother's room and there it was. Luckily it has dried. So changed into that from berkemban. Haha. And searched for tudong. Again, the tudong was missing. And this time, I didn't even find it at all. Mother told me to borrow hers which was rather small. I mean it was supposedly worn small but it's kinda weird to wear it to madrasah. But well, had to make do with it then. Wore that and then received sms from farzanah saying that neesha ajak makan. Okay! I was so thrilled that neesha is inviting. But again, she cancelled the meet-out. Awwwww. It's okay then. Wednesday it shall be. Provided if everything works out. XD &lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:; cursor:;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SQRWi2byTsI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IPXNJQq7HAs/s320/Syn-synyster-gates-534348_467_700.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261425421403180738" /&gt; Reached madrasah and waited for farzanah for about 15 minutes. Gosh, whilst waiting, the place I waited at was bloody stinky. Feeling nauseous, went to the toilet to take a breather. Got out and saw farzanah. Went up and found out that there's oral today. Shit, I didn't study. I DIN'T EVEN KNOW. But luckily, father reads ayat kursi during maghrib everyday. So it naturally got into my head. Oh, my father is a hero :D However I wasn't that lucky. There was another surah for another uztad. Skipped that surah and went to cosway with Indah to get some stuff. Reached home at around 4 and turned on the computer. Okay dah. I'm gonna go search for more korean series and dramas to watch. Bye.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SQRYLBTLywI/AAAAAAAAAKY/2MdA3DfupZA/s320/DSC03801.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261427211026287362" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heroinraeazw.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-1639069556817583959?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/1639069556817583959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=1639069556817583959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/1639069556817583959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/1639069556817583959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/10/currently-eating-ice-cream-potong.html' title=''/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SQRSZ85WJtI/AAAAAAAAAKA/CPhg1TFFvd8/s72-c/dennis+oh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-7329076041684041647</id><published>2008-10-25T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T01:51:51.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SQNVVoZOcHI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZMvHpBMlQ-k/s400/witchposterah2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261142619807707250" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the help of mysoju, I managed to watch the entire series of &lt;b&gt;Witch Yoo Hee&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(Though Khairul hasn't lent me the other two discs.)&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say, except that my mind's filled with the story right now.&lt;br /&gt;There were alot of comedies going on.&lt;br /&gt;(What I like.)&lt;br /&gt;And also, alot of crying.&lt;br /&gt;To put it simply, I cried alot watching Witch Yoo Hee.&lt;br /&gt;Which explains why I'm having block nose now.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I thank Khairul for recommending me this series.&lt;br /&gt;Should lend me more of your dvds.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SQgj1KFFRaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/0MHc7xuf564/s320/Kim-Jeong-Hoon-Biography.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262495560728135074" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and did I mention the guy above?&lt;br /&gt;Guess not.&lt;br /&gt;I think my mind's all over him once again.&lt;br /&gt;After the princess hours fever had tied down,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really pay much attention to him.&lt;br /&gt;But after watching Witch Yoo Hee,&lt;br /&gt;the crazy balooneys are back.&lt;br /&gt;Btw if you don't know him,&lt;br /&gt;he's Kim Jeong Hoon aka John Hoon.&lt;br /&gt;(I mean, who doesnt know him?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to certain people who thinks that raye is over.&lt;br /&gt;Let me just make it clear that IT'S NOT.&lt;br /&gt;It's officially not.&lt;br /&gt;Irritating fools &lt;i&gt;yg ddk pat bwh blk buang mase, tkde kerja pekik kat org, 'raye dabes!'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, why can't people just stick their noses to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, they don't even know that raye has yet to be officially over.&lt;br /&gt;I must say that those 'kids' were truly uncivilised people.&lt;br /&gt;(No offence.)&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, if you're blur as to why I'm saying these out of the blue.&lt;br /&gt;It's bcs there were those uncivilised people who shouted at me and my friends whilst we were raya-ing.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, raya-ing?&lt;br /&gt;I never posted about that before.&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's just say 3E1's raye was on wednesday and thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Went back late at around 11 plus on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;And on thursday was only khairul's.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I ate alot.&lt;br /&gt;TOO MUCH I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;(Photos will be up after I've gotten them all.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SQNVooiXg4I/AAAAAAAAAJI/aCJC87f1H9I/s400/Johnhoon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261142946263565186" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, isn't he?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SQNaDVKqLjI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/e7235C9TnWs/s320/DSC00093.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261147802966830642" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SQNaDBgfTBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Fio7dAVan2M/s320/DSC00089.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261147797689682962" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SQNaC3WWZJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/zvHz14pAzAw/s320/DSC00083.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261147794962801810" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SQNaC65cfhI/AAAAAAAAAJg/_HgA5PK2xhw/s320/DSC00072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261147795915308562" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SQNaCCt1vUI/AAAAAAAAAJY/c5ze6Ms0C_k/s320/DSC00071.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261147780834245954" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pictures taken on 19 October to bugis with farzanah.)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-7329076041684041647?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/7329076041684041647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=7329076041684041647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/7329076041684041647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/7329076041684041647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/10/with-help-of-mysoju-i-managed-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SQNVVoZOcHI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZMvHpBMlQ-k/s72-c/witchposterah2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-5798569589395681808</id><published>2008-10-24T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T09:02:28.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;From the very first day I stepped into 3e1.&lt;br /&gt;And from the very first time, I got to know of my form teacher.&lt;br /&gt;She may not be able to find my blog and read this.&lt;br /&gt;But whoever reads this post, it is a dedication for dearest Mrs Carol Goh.&lt;br /&gt;Form teacher of 3E1, 2008.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:; cursor:;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SQHTImEj60I/AAAAAAAAAIw/zrXI6TLvzws/s320/z169484399.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260717984357542722" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I regret not listening to the advices you gave me.&lt;br /&gt;During your lessons, I'd often either fall asleep or my mind is somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;I hated chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;One thing is bcs I felt that the way you teach doesn't bring me any benefits.&lt;br /&gt;People say, always appreciate the people who is around you now.&lt;br /&gt;Or you'd regret it when they're not around you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Well here I am Mrs Goh, pouring out my regrets.&lt;br /&gt;I hated it whenever you screamed in class.&lt;br /&gt;But I understand now the reason is bcs you cared about us.&lt;br /&gt;YOU LOVED US.&lt;br /&gt;And each time I'm absent from school, you'd take the initiative to call my home and ask what had happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;I could still remember vividly during the secondary three camp.&lt;br /&gt;When my waist hurt and I had no choice but to go back home and rest.&lt;br /&gt;And you were there telling me to take care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna tell you that I appreciated everything that you did for the class.&lt;br /&gt;You'd even sponsor $1 for us to buy the sonore tickets.&lt;br /&gt;Without you, there is no WE.&lt;br /&gt;Who will tell me to clip up my hair?&lt;br /&gt;Who will ask me " Fareha, where's your chemistry concept? "&lt;br /&gt;Who will tell me " Fareha, you better work hard you know? "&lt;br /&gt;Who will tell 3E1 to push ourselves to studying hard and getting the best class award?&lt;br /&gt;Who?&lt;br /&gt;Who else?&lt;br /&gt;I promise you Mrs Goh, that I will do my best for chemistry next year.&lt;br /&gt;I will work hard to achieve at least a B for chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;Okay? Not C but B.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps an A if luck's on my side?&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you Mrs Goh.&lt;br /&gt;3E1 too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-5798569589395681808?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/5798569589395681808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=5798569589395681808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/5798569589395681808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/5798569589395681808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/10/from-very-first-day-i-stepped-into-3e1.html' title=''/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SQHTImEj60I/AAAAAAAAAIw/zrXI6TLvzws/s72-c/z169484399.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-6362785714808693291</id><published>2008-10-18T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T00:25:40.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:; cursor:;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SPcelhtxM6I/AAAAAAAAAII/htD-QFEEzPE/s320/DSC03526.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257704720032674722" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my little brother:&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon okay.&lt;br /&gt;Kakak loves you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:; cursor:;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SPcyOelgkVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/rwYXUNMIhbc/s320/DSC03659.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257726314288288082" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Picture taken on the 12th of October when I went out raya with dearest cousins beside dad.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Cik Lin's and Auntie Roza's and ate quite a mouthful.&lt;br /&gt;The chinese people even thought I was Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;Since there was neither forks nor chopsticks,&lt;br /&gt;Athirah told me to use the Satay sticks as a replacement for chopsticks.&lt;br /&gt;The chinese people told my parents that I was even better than them in handling the so-called chopsticks to eat the noodles.&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's just say it's what they call experience yeah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:; cursor:;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SPcyOcT0w4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/Cb_vIR7rtKQ/s320/DSC03701.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257726313677243266" /&gt; &lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:; cursor:;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SPcyOWcJPvI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_uJhH1bE-Sc/s320/DSC03704.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257726312101527282" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures taken on the 13th of October when I went out raya with 2E5'07 together with some other guys and brought along boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I was frustrated when many of their mothers said that I was the elder sister of sayang.&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I admit that I look older than him.&lt;br /&gt;He has this BABYFACE as claimed by mom when he came to my house that night as parents wanted to see him.&lt;br /&gt;It was sucha funny incident indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy nine monthsary syg, I love you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:; cursor:;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SPcynmXUMLI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ZuOwwwQ5oEg/s320/14+Oct+%2708.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257726745872969906" /&gt; And the one and only picture taken on the 14th of October.&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school and followed boyfriend with his 4N1 friends to raya.&lt;br /&gt;They're such pretty people and has kind hearts, really.&lt;br /&gt;Very amazing people and I had fun following him and his friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-6362785714808693291?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/6362785714808693291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=6362785714808693291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/6362785714808693291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/6362785714808693291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-my-little-brother-get-well-soon-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SPcelhtxM6I/AAAAAAAAAII/htD-QFEEzPE/s72-c/DSC03526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-3668941382306483016</id><published>2008-10-11T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T01:52:25.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SPBi39N-izI/AAAAAAAAAHI/X5uKKfuw4wk/s320/DSC02047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255809478606883634" /&gt;Went out raya with boyfriend and his friends.&lt;br /&gt;I had fun but it gets better when they split.&lt;br /&gt;(i mean split as in the group was big so it was divided into a smaller group)&lt;br /&gt;Oh finally, I can get things out of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;I was practically keeping silent all the while for fear the wrong things would come out.&lt;br /&gt;Now they know who I really am. (smiles)&lt;br /&gt;And honestly, it's comfortable to be around them.&lt;br /&gt;Basically because they're funny and I love to laugh alot.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I'm not too noisy though.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SPBj6wKedFI/AAAAAAAAAHY/cQnibhVPlOk/s320/DSC02037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255810626153772114" /&gt;Down with &lt;b&gt;CHEMISTRY&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hello RELAK.&lt;br /&gt;Fooooh.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry was supposedly easy.&lt;br /&gt;The paper lasted for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;But oh, I spent one hour doing the paper and another hour, SLEEPING.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, sleep, sleep, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm implying that I studied hard for the paper till I know the answers of the paper at the back of my hands.&lt;br /&gt;Just that, I didn't read the question.&lt;br /&gt;Get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;In another words, &lt;i&gt;asal boleh&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so prepared for " Fareha! Where's your chemistry concept? "&lt;br /&gt;Know something?&lt;br /&gt;My chemistry concept has gone down to the core of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;And in my head, there would be NOTHING of CHEMISTRY.&lt;br /&gt;Damn I hate the subject till I feel so demotivated whenever it's CHEMISTRY lesson.&lt;br /&gt;I shall hereby pronounce my aversion to chemistry, OFFICIAL.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SPBpb2UjYbI/AAAAAAAAAH4/KCj7vJAlY1M/s320/DSC02339.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255816692300472754" /&gt;Stayed at home today.&lt;br /&gt;One reason is, Haiqal is sick.&lt;br /&gt;Having a high fever.&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps ibu too.&lt;br /&gt;Cos' she's been in bed from morning till now.&lt;br /&gt;She only wakes up for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;But hello to tomorrow baybeh.&lt;br /&gt;Cousins cousins.&lt;br /&gt;Athirah, see you tomorrow. (smiles)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SPBmiFfIeGI/AAAAAAAAAHo/EcWQDATSlM0/s320/DSC01972.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255813500915710050" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SPBmiBKywjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/BFnyAHiO7-A/s320/DSC01988.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255813499756659250" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SPBqNcoaHvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/pQ-yHj5embc/s320/E+fours...jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255817544397889266" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-3668941382306483016?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/3668941382306483016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=3668941382306483016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/3668941382306483016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/3668941382306483016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/10/went-out-raya-with-boyfriend-and-his.html' title=''/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SPBi39N-izI/AAAAAAAAAHI/X5uKKfuw4wk/s72-c/DSC02047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-7801616572192928394</id><published>2008-10-08T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T01:53:39.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:; cursor:;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SQgkZ4aiNJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/uWL0YQI-_IA/s320/DSC03430.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262496191641433234" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Raya '08&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SO2i_hk-YAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/i2hBxGBeQh4/s320/DSC03432.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255035552440147970" /&gt;One more paper to go.&lt;br /&gt;And that's &lt;b&gt;CHEMISTRY&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Emphasize on that word verbally and you'll know what I meant by caps locking and bold-ing [?] the word.&lt;br /&gt;See, I don't have the CHEMISTRY concept.&lt;br /&gt;True enough, it was adapted by Mrs Goh.&lt;br /&gt;My CHEMISTRY teacher herself.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's not wrong if I were to NOT have the chemistry concept.&lt;br /&gt;I mean I don't even like CHEMISTRY in the first place,&lt;br /&gt;Much less STUDYING FOR IT.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no way la.&lt;br /&gt;The least I can do is to take my book, and waste my energy on it by flipping through the pages and admiring the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Take note that I only mentioned PICTURES.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and then when the teacher asked,&lt;br /&gt;" Fareha, did you study chemistry? "&lt;br /&gt;And I'd say,&lt;br /&gt;" Yes cher. I studied you know. Whole book somemore. The pictures interesting you know. It's so interesting that I hate it so much. "&lt;br /&gt;The simplest reason I can come up with.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, chemistry sucks.&lt;br /&gt;HA-HA.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SO2jceLYtmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/rCOJA1zNu8A/s320/DSC03526.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255036049743722082" /&gt;Brother went off to &lt;i&gt;jalan raye&lt;/i&gt; with his friends.&lt;br /&gt;And he was persuading me NOT to talk to his friends or he'll feel embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh okay. I get it.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't want them to know how NAUGHTY he is.&lt;br /&gt;That he can be such an ass at certain times.&lt;br /&gt;Till he made me cry because I was afraid that I broke my spine after HE HIT ME WITH A WOODEN CHAIR.&lt;br /&gt;And this is no joke at all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking serious shit here.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, if I were to get osteoporosis,&lt;br /&gt;I'll blame it on him.&lt;br /&gt;But nonetheless, he has asked for forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;So, all is forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;I shall forgive and forget.&lt;br /&gt;(And then I'll start to remember again.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SO2jyxGInaI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/z4LEwpbE2Kk/s320/DSC03533.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255036432779091362" /&gt;E maths was err, okay?&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wanna cry.&lt;br /&gt;Let's get on to mother tongue kay?&lt;br /&gt;Oh it sucks bad.&lt;br /&gt;The meaning especially.&lt;br /&gt;How could I have misinterpreted &lt;i&gt;kalis&lt;/i&gt; as something that has worn-out.&lt;br /&gt;It's totally DIFFERENT.&lt;br /&gt;The real meaning is it's WATERPROOF.&lt;br /&gt;So imagine me writing &lt;i&gt;Kulit kasut itu telah kalis walaupun kakak beli yang bukan imitasi.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And worse for Khairul!&lt;br /&gt;Tutik too.&lt;br /&gt;Actually for everyone who forgot the meaning. (Haha)&lt;br /&gt;Omggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;His sentence is totally funny.&lt;br /&gt;But uh, I kinda forget the real sentence that he wrote.&lt;br /&gt;But his &lt;i&gt;kalis&lt;/i&gt;, he meant it for like the character of someone.&lt;br /&gt;So you have to be waterproof to make people like you?&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;The next word was &lt;i&gt;dijundung&lt;/i&gt; if I'm not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;The word meant like someone has alot of problems or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;But I wrote mine as someone who's tripped over a stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kaki Salina tempang sehingga sekarang kerana dijundung batu apabila sedang bermain-main dengan adiknya.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Adilah's was like talking about the weather!&lt;br /&gt;Totally different!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that just leaves me with another C6.&lt;br /&gt;Or FAIL?&lt;br /&gt;Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fail mother tongue.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the only hope I have.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SO2kQmBZf4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/Y5wIbEhHqg0/s320/DSC03548.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255036945202511746" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SO2kRDijOrI/AAAAAAAAAGg/OdaPeedwHl8/s320/DSC03549.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255036953126189746" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SO2lG6d67eI/AAAAAAAAAGw/rQ8UNwgmjJM/s320/DSC03529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255037878403788258" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay lah, got to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-7801616572192928394?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/7801616572192928394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=7801616572192928394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/7801616572192928394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/7801616572192928394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/10/family-raya-08-one-more-paper-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/SQgkZ4aiNJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/uWL0YQI-_IA/s72-c/DSC03430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066162240343793860.post-2467648814534908359</id><published>2008-10-07T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:40:36.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I feel like I wanna leave this world.&lt;br /&gt;With so many people hating me.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you yeah _____ for telling me about those people who hate me.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;And I thank you for telling me that you hated me before.&lt;br /&gt;See, I don't hate those people that you've mentioned to me.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I never did want to hate anyone in this school.&lt;br /&gt;Especially if you're older than me.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I do respect you because you're older than me.&lt;br /&gt;But I what I don't understand is.&lt;br /&gt;Why'd those people hated me and my friends in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;Just why?&lt;br /&gt;Just because you join npcc, you have to be tough?&lt;br /&gt;But what if I'm not like that?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I'm not tough.&lt;br /&gt;Overly sensitive and all.&lt;br /&gt;If that's the case, whatever happened to judging someone not by the looks but by the heart?&lt;br /&gt;And even if those people doesn't judge someone by the heart.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS SO WRONG ABOUT MY FACE?&lt;br /&gt;Do I look SO DISLIKEABLE to those people?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's the cause of all this.&lt;br /&gt;But what I really know is that, I'm crying.&lt;br /&gt;Though they're not related to me in any way,&lt;br /&gt;I still find it hurting for me.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody likes to be hated by anybody else.&lt;br /&gt;The same goes for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm human.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't like to be hated by anyone.&lt;br /&gt;What's more, being hated by people I DON'T HATE.&lt;br /&gt;The real thing is, I JUST WANNA KNOW WHY THEY HATE ME.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to mention names here.&lt;br /&gt;But I just wanna say I'm sorry if I've offended anyone.&lt;br /&gt;And I really want to know why they hate me.&lt;br /&gt;JUST WHY???&lt;br /&gt;Cause' I don't hate those people.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;XXXX&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate geography.&lt;br /&gt;I find the subject humdrum.&lt;br /&gt;TOO HUMDRUM.&lt;br /&gt;And sorry to those who love this subject.&lt;br /&gt;And if you find this offensive,&lt;br /&gt;please take note that I'm just speaking my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I have my own opinion.&lt;br /&gt;And I say, it's effing boring.&lt;br /&gt;Dry?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Dry.&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;I freaking can't get anything into my head for this subject.&lt;br /&gt;Simply because I don't have the interest.&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;I just hate this so-called MOTHER OF ALL SUBJECTS.&lt;br /&gt;Someone, ANYBODY, please get rid of this subject.&lt;br /&gt;Or will anyone EVER get rid of this subject?&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, save it for the faggots then.&lt;br /&gt;Cher, can I not take up geography?&lt;br /&gt;Oh please, oh please, oh please cher.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;I'm just doing empty talk here.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, that won't literally happen kan?&lt;br /&gt;Meaning, after dropping this subject, take up history?&lt;br /&gt;And learn about those history shit? (no offence)&lt;br /&gt;NO WAY.&lt;br /&gt;My social studies results are already bad as it is.&lt;br /&gt;Darn it.&lt;br /&gt;Let's celebrate for my grievance, shall we? (or maybe not)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;XXXX&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm really sorry to the girls that I shouted at just now.\&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I was in a foul mood.&lt;br /&gt;And I was trying to get things into my head.&lt;br /&gt;Plus with all the noises you girls made.&lt;br /&gt;It really got into my nerve.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm really sorry for venting my anger on you girls.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I was happy to hear that one of you apologised for the noises.&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate that effort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066162240343793860-2467648814534908359?l=hereneged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/feeds/2467648814534908359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3066162240343793860&amp;postID=2467648814534908359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/2467648814534908359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3066162240343793860/posts/default/2467648814534908359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hereneged.blogspot.com/2008/10/sometimes-i-feel-like-i-wanna-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>fxha valxntine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nQkMq1iWEo/Sp6ADXobWFI/AAAAAAAABu8/mU0p5-QlDpc/S220/DSC07641+%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
